I had a dream to open a play school. My mom was a teacher and she was my inspiration. However, I did not want to do the regular teaching. The playschool part was more close to my heart. My mom advised me several times to look for a govt. job and do whatever I like after I get married. For Indian moms the marriage of their daughters are their prime concern since the day a daughter is born, and my mother was no different.
So, an entrepreneurial mind was not that so welcomed in my home. My dad also tried to persuade me away from the playschool thing. But, when I didn’t budge, he asked me a very pertinent question, “Where are you going to get the money for that?”
I had thought that my parents would fund my dream but it wasn’t so. They said pointblank that since it was my dream, it was my responsibility to raise money for that. I also saw some logic in that. Yes, it was my dream, so I had to take care of all the monetary needs that were essential to transmute my dream into a reality.
“Look you don’t have any experience of running a playschool, so it would be better if you join a playschool first and this way you can raise some money also. If you raise half of the amount then I assure you that I would help you out with the other half of the amount, “advised and comforted my mother.
In the intoxication of my dream of opening the playschool, I had totally negated some rational needs to start a business. So, as advised by my mother, I gave interview to some of the play schools of my city and I got selected in one. Though, the salary was low to start with I was told that after observing my performance for six months, I would be given a raise. Anyways, I didn’t have any other way out to understand the nitty- gritty of a playschool.
I got myself totally merged in the rhymes and plays at the play school. On and off, I used to be assigned the administrative tasks of the play school as well. Therefore, I was kind of getting an all-around experience in the play school. I had made some new friends at the school; they were the fellow teachers at the school.
One day, I conducted a play in the school,and after the play I was giving the children chocolates as gift and in return of the chocolate I asked a kiss on my cheek. But the children spurned my request. I was embarrassed that day. With my eyes welled up, I went straight to the bathroom. There in the mirror, I noticed the reason of the kids’ refusal to kiss me. I had cluster of pimples on both sides of my cheek and I was gleefully oblivious to it. Later in the evening, I told my mother about this and then she handed over to me the tube of VICCO Turmeric Cream. She said that it would reduce the elements that make my skin oily and consequently it will help my skin trounce the pimples.
I applied the cream for fifteen days and now I had a squeaky-clean skin. Now kids were vying with each other to kiss me. It was a great change in my life and I thanked VICCO Turmeric Cream to bring about a radical change in my life. A kiss of VICCO Turmeric Cream changed the destiny of my facial skin and invited the Kids’ kisses too. I really love VICCO Turmeric Cream.
Umm, about my playschool,I will surely launch one some day.
P.S: This is a creative account!