Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Many years ago, on a hot afternoon, I took birth. I looked so skinny that the nurse had wrapped me in a thick towel before showing me to my mom, just to make me look fatter. One look at my face, my family had prophesized that this young lad will grow up to be a great man. Even as the jubilant family members each took their turns to hold the ‘would be’ great man, I fell asleep. My first sleep in the real world went unnoticed but little did they know that this young boy was going to turn all their dreams into ash!
Right from the childhood, I had this ability to squash all prophesies and predictions. I remember, when I was in 4th class, my mom took me to some guru at a temple and he looked at my palm and said-“Son, you are a hard worker. Your academic life will be the best among your whole family.” My dad was ecstatic after listening to that and gave him 1001 rupees for his blessings. Twelve years later, his son was still struggling to clear his backlogs in engineering.
Studies were NEVER my cup of tea. Frankly speaking, I have failed in more subjects than those I have passed, if we at all count all the exams that I have written from my 1st class in school to this day. But one thing I always had with me was my parent’s belief in me. To say that I broke their trust would be an understatement. Try words like trampled or kicked. During my inter 2nd year (12th standard), I once scored 14 marks out of 200 at some test at college. I did what I was very good at; I put 3 in front of 14 and showed it as 143 out of 200 to dad. My dad was so happy that night; he took me out for dinner. Three years later he told me, he took me out that night only to make me regret for what I have done.
Life always gives a second chance to everyone, provided you waste your first chance. And that’s why probably life has given me yet another chance, not to redeem myself, not to prove anything to anyone, not to get into the good books of my dad and definitely not to study again but to do something worthwhile and earning my bread & butter with some self respect. Last one and half months was very eventful, filled with some happy memories that I would cherish all my life. I got my first job and received my first pay check too. Yes folks, I gave it to mom. That would explain the only reason why I wasn’t updating my blog or for that matter, not visiting any of my favorite blogs. My journey has just begun, like a runner whose actual winning or losing depends on his last lap.
Ah, it’s so good to be back to writing. To be frank, I feel like superman who can only walk. I would be posting every week and I shall take this opportunity to communicate to all my favorite blogger pals and tell them, I love your writings, people and there is no way I am going to miss even a single post. Rest assured, I shall dig all the previous posts I missed out since a month or so.
Life is full circle and all you got to do is make the ends meet.