I have always shared the stories of me being bullied, today I am going to share the side of story that many of you never expected before. Me being a bully.
Back in 6th grade, I was suddenly noticed by teachers in school because of my academic performance. The same year, I was selected in discipline committee and let's just accept it I was on 7th sky. In my class, there was this boy who was weak in studies and was often bullied by students and insulted by teachers. He became my desk fellow because my teachers wanted him to stay under my influence. Well, everytime he asked me for help, I used to say harsh words to shut him up. I and some of my friends used to bully him all the time. One day, during a group reading activity while he was reading, we started mimicking him. It was enough for him so he threw the book away. Teacher, of course thought that it was his fault since we were intelligent and beloved students, she punished him. He cried that day. Back at that time, I felt bad but I never found courage to apologise until it was my last year in school.
Till date, this one act haunts me. Everytime something goes wrong in my life, I think it's because of what I did to that boy. I wake up every morning with a promise to myself that I won't hurt anyone ever again by my words. I won't ever mock and judge people for their weaknesses because we all have them. We aren't Superior to each other in any way.
It's not a rocket science. If you were unkind, un learn it. Un learn to bully people. Un learn to make fun of them in the name of friendship. Learn to bring out the best in them. Learn to bring out the positive in them.