I was one of the intelligent and clever students in school. I was raised in a very good family with hardly any problems.

During the primary stage, I was doing well but had strange feelings towards other kids. I do not know if those feelings were normal. I just felt jealous. I was jealous of good students and bad ones as well. I could not tell whom I would rather be like .I seemed like both types. I was attracted to the image of the good student getting all the praise for his wits and success and at the same time I coveted the bad boys who  made a lot of mistakes but seemed daring and courageous. They would get all the attention after all! I wanted to be both ! I guess I was.

As I grew up, the conflict deepened . I moved to another school  during my teenage years . Now I was more capable of doing whatever I wanted to do.

I could chase girls and escape from school . Due to my great pretense , my family still believed I was a perfect kid.