Autobiography of a 15 Year Old
Autobiography
On 24th April 1998, just before midnight, the mother of a four year old who had been due for the 3rd of May, felt like her second child was ready to enter the world, but her father in-law, who had been among the most honourable physicians of the day, declared it to be false pain. When the situation got serious, she was finally admitted, and gave birth to a boy, which was much to the fascination of her father in-law, who, now having two grandchildren, could foresee at least one of them becoming a doctor in the future. The boy was named Siddhant, and was the newest addition to the Passey family.
I must admit that I had a very safe, and secure childhood, much like the dream of most. My father, Dr Rajiv Passey, who had given his very last exam on the 24th, a day before my birth, was on the verge of a successful career in cardiology. I have learnt a lot from him in the 15 years and 2 months of my existence, but I shall come to that later. My mother, Dr Sarita Passey had been teaching organic chemistry for the past 4 years and has become a well honoured associate professor today. She has been not only an inspiration, but has inculcated in me various things about life on this planet. My brother, Rohan Passey, who is almost five years elder to me, was in the same school as I between 6th and 12th standard and is now doing electronics and instrumentation engineering from Birla Institute of Technology and Science, Pilani. While both my parents tell me continuously that I have taken after only his worst qualities, I believe that is not true, and he has been one of the most exemplifying characters of my life. I have always been told that I am a bit more aware for my age, whether in terms of football knowledge, or just knowing the exact specifications of all the popular smart phones available, and I accredit that to my brother. Breaking a stereotype
I must say, I have very few distinguished memories of my grandfather.
One of the oldest distinct memory that I
On 24th April 1998, just before midnight, the mother of a four year old who had been due for the 3rd of May, felt like her second child was ready to enter the world, but her father in-law, who had been among the most honourable physicians of the day, declared it to be false pain. When the situation got serious, she was finally admitted, and gave birth to a boy, which was much to the fascination of her father in-law, who, now having two grandchildren, could foresee at least one of them becoming a doctor in the future. The boy was named Siddhant, and was the newest addition to the Passey family.
I must admit that I had a very safe, and secure childhood, much like the dream of most. My father, Dr Rajiv Passey, who had given his very last exam on the 24th, a day before my birth, was on the verge of a successful career in cardiology. I have learnt a lot from him in the 15 years and 2 months of my existence, but I shall come to that later. My mother, Dr Sarita Passey had been teaching organic chemistry for the past 4 years and has become a well honoured associate professor today. She has been not only an inspiration, but has inculcated in me various things about life on this planet. My brother, Rohan Passey, who is almost five years elder to me, was in the same school as I between 6th and 12th standard and is now doing electronics and instrumentation engineering from Birla Institute of Technology and Science, Pilani. While both my parents tell me continuously that I have taken after only his worst qualities, I believe that is not true, and he has been one of the most exemplifying characters of my life. I have always been told that I am a bit more aware for my age, whether in terms of football knowledge, or just knowing the exact specifications of all the popular smart phones available, and I accredit that to my brother. Breaking a stereotype
I must say, I have very few distinguished memories of my grandfather.
One of the oldest distinct memory that I