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  • By the time I was twelve, I was going to my seventh school. All in all I went to 11 different schools as I grew up, because my parents moved a lot in the UK when they were working for the National Health Service and in between they were taking their medical exams and sent us to India to stay with our grandparents for a little while.

    I remember that school admissions process in India was really tough and a new school had opened up, it didn't even have a good building but my sister and I were put in this school. I was 12 and my sister was 6. I was really upset because each time we moved, I would have just settled and started making friends until it was time to go. Coupled with this I was experiencing some culture shock. I missed England and I missed my parents and friends. So I became a bit of a loner in this new school. I also didn't much like the teachers and their teaching methods. Some of the Indian teachers were really hard on the kids.

    On one particularly bad day, I remember coming home and complaining to my grandma. Out my sheer childlike dramatic frustration I said "I hope a big storm comes and the roof topples over of that stupid school so I can at least have some days off". My naani (maternal grandma) laughed at this and said, "can a frog's curse ever be powerful enough to affect a cow" (some old saying in the local dialect). I found this sentence hilarious and soon forgot all about my woes. I considered my plight as a lost frog instead, making it out from the pond to an idyllic lake of my imagination.

    So you could understand my surprise, when in about two days a great storm came and when we went to school, they said the school is closed for a couple of days because the storm had blown the roof away! I just looked at my sister and we both laughed. I have to say that I didn't feel an ounce of guilt and still don't! That's not because I'm a particularly nasty person but just that the school management was bad and needed to learn a lesson. Does this make me a witch? Perhaps it does. But now my powers have faded and I can't seem to get it back! After I understood, like Peter Parker, that with power comes a great deal of responsibility, my powers have vanished!

    I hope the school authorities don't find out it was me. Any way, I don't think they can prove it in a court of law. A storm is an act of God. But then doesn't a very old book say something along the lines of: "ye are Gods". I think we are. All these yogis who could levitate and walk on water, all these superheros and mutant x-men, all these mythological characters, they are all using more of their potential powers, we all have some of these latent capacities don't we? As we discover these within us in the coming years, we will hopefully use these responsibly and for the good. As for me, I think as a child and young adult I was more powerful than I am today, I think as I became more caught up in the drama of life, the innocence of the intention and desire became blurred and muddied. Lost. And in some ways, I am scared of this power of intention/visualisation, I'm scared of becoming arrogant and irresponsible. I think that's one of the reasons I've intentionally blocked it out! Good news for some of the oppressive schools around Delhi I guess.
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