Hello everybody, making a blog post almost after a month. The last one was \u201cThe Fall<\/a>\u201d posted on 11th\u00a0December. I am really extolled by the overwhelming and comforting response that I’ve got for The Fall.Well, after a downfall comes, the rise that is a part and parcel of human life.\u00a0After every sunset, there is a sunrise. Sunrise marks the advent of a new day, the advent of those 24 hours which are going to completely explicit from the previous 24. The same holds true for THE RISE after the DOWNFALL. This blogpost- THE RISE- is the sequel to THE FALL and bears within itself the story of gradual rise from the pit. I hope you all like reading this. Here I go:<\/p>\n I concluded my last blogpost, THE FALL, with the words:<\/p>\n I had been burnt in the fire to be made gold, I been rubbed against the rocks to be polished. I had been buried to rise, I had been charred to reconstruct.<\/p>\n I haven’t used these words to make the blogpost more flowery or melodramatic, but I meant every word of what I had written. When I said-\u201d\u00a0I had been burnt in the fire to be made gold\u201d\u00a0, Yes I had been burnt in the fire of rankling and remorse, when I said \u201c\u00a0I been rubbed against the rocks to be polished\u201d\u00a0, Yes I had been rubbed against the rocks, rocks were such circumstances which with I battled, yet I ended up banging my head over them learning my efforts were futile. When I said, \u201c\u00a0I had been buried to rise\u201d,Yes I had been buried. The person I was till 10th\u00a0was not seen ever after, that Anish which the world saw till 10th\u00a0was buried in the High School Pages only. When I said, \u201c\u00a0I had been charred to reconstruct\u201d, Yes I had been charred and destroyed by the circumstances to be made a new Anish after the FALL.<\/p>\n To justify and expound my above statements, I would like to cite the example of reconstruction of old buildings. When a new building is to be new at the same place where an old one already exists, the contractors don’t rectify the old one, they just destroy it right from the scratch to make a new one over there. And this is what the world calls reconstruction. Same was with me, God had made sure that I lose all my academic form when I fall. The transition from 1st\u00a0to 9th\u00a0rank is pretty jerky for any normal human being to sustain and I was no exception. I did make some small & big attempts here and there to regain the academic status, but all futile. After an instance, I stopped battling, cause I had known that nothing had been working in the direction I wanted. May be this was the hint given by the almighty to fulfill his will through me. God, the superpower might have already written my DOWNFALL, and needless to cite that he had planned the rise to it well in advance. Before I started falling, I had begun my expedition towards RISE.<\/p>\n In couple of years of my fall and rise, my personality had achieved many new dimensions. From just a 1st\u00a0Ranker and an average Orator, I had become Quite a Popular Orator, A Popular Host for school events ( All thanks to you Becky ), A Web Developer ( Webmaster ) and last but not the least a mediocre WRITER. Today when I look back in time , the vista of those 2 years compel me to believe that, those 2 years of my life were meant for these priorities of life and not academics. Had I not fallen then, a lot of things would have remained undone. I was unaware of this fact then, but after 12th\u00a0Board, when I sat down to contemplate over the two years in Science Stream, I learnt that I hadn’t fallen, but indeed I had risen. I shall now mention in detail, the stages of my recovery from the FALL.<\/p>\n Betting over the tamed horse:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n After the first term result, the majority had known about my FALL. People knew my results and at times it would become a good point to discuss and mock at me. After a point of time I had been hearing such things so often that I had become indifferent to the situation. I had hardly been bothering then about my academic status. But, at the same time, there were people who made me realize that I wasn’t a empty jug then, still there was potential, and if I couldn’t rise completely, I could atleast get my situation better. I owe my academic restoration to all my teachers and friends who had provided continual encouragement to me to rise back and fight back.<\/p>\n I remember one very special incidence. It was…<\/span><\/p>\n Read Full<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n Making of a Host:<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n I had been quite a good orator till 10<\/span>th<\/sup><\/span>. I had been very comfortable over the stage in front of huge crowd. Never had stage fear hampered me. But hosting the events in the school, I thought was not my cup of tea. But there was a twist to it. On 15<\/span>th<\/sup><\/span> August 2008, we had a small function in the school on account of Independence day. Rebecca was supposed to host it. She was searching for a co-host, but I guess she couldn’t find one. She asked me if I could do it. I said I don’t mind but I don’t know how to host and stuff. I said if the script is prepared, I can speak well. She was like no, you gotta be spontaneous there and don’t worry I will be with you there and hence I agreed. At that instances, I never knew that would be one of the biggest turning point for the coming two years. I went in the school then, dressed up in a Host’s attire, Professional Shirt-Pants and tie. The event started and we begun to introduce the performances one by one. Rebecca in the midst of the event had some work to address so I was given an opportunity to do majority of the work, and I did. The whole program went on smoothly. And after it, I was flooded with compliments and appreciation from everybody. I don’t know what extraordinary thing I had done that day, that people liked me hosting the events. I still remember, after the function that day, I was standing with Becky and Ma’am when Kalpana teacher called me. She was standing with a group of girls, probably our seniors who had asked her to call me up to them. She was like, \u201cAnish good job. See, these girls want to tell you something.\u201d I had got an eye of the situation and yes I was expecting compliments from them. And yes, those girls were like, \u201c You know what you did a fantastic job. For the first time…….<\/span><\/p>\n Read Full<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n Birth of a Webmaster:<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Many people over RTW and outside ask me, \u201cAnish how did you become a Webmaster?\u201d I reply, \u201cI didn’t become a Webmaster, I was made a Webmaster\u201d. Webmaster the term is self-explanatory, which says Webmaster is a person who has mastered the Web. But in Website Terminology it is not so. Webmaster is a person who makes the website. Planning for RTW’s Making had started since July 2008, and you all might have read the four part of RTW’s making, titled Birth of a Planet-Planet RTW. In 11<\/span>th<\/sup><\/span>, specifically the first time, I was too much occupied with the website building part. The reason being, I had just played in shallow waters till then, and I was working with a BIG WEBSITE, a REAL WEBSITE, which was gonna be the Official Fansite of Rajat Tokas. I gave my Ten Thousand percent to that.<\/span><\/p>\n I was just a 16 year old kid then,……….<\/span><\/p>\n Read Full<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n Approaching the Magnum Opus in Writing:<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n As a school student I had always been fascinated by literature in whatever language it be- Gujarati, Hindi, English or Sanskrit. I have never considered languages as ancillary subjects. I have taken them as seriously as PCM, but I never knew this practice of mine had a big part to play in my future. I used to write essays in the exams fairly well. I used to help Priyanshi with her writings in the 10<\/span>th<\/sup><\/span>. During this period, I had to raise the bar for my vocabulary and the quality of my writings, because I was writing for a girl studying in IGCSE board and the Gujarat board language and level would not work there. That is when I started my grooming as a writer.<\/span><\/p>\n