It was the last period in Our Lady of Valainkanni High School. As soon as the bell rang, there was a flurry of joy and ebullience inside the classroom as well outside the main gate. Dressed in PT uniforms, they looked like a flock of swans racing towards the main gate. Except that they were a tad too clumsy wobbling their heavy bags and stamping on one another's feet. Amongst them was a little girl donning a white skirt and white canvas shoes. She was oblivious of the latest speck of dirt smudged on her shoe by her fellow classmate. But this certainly didn't go unnoticed with a 5 years toddler waiting agog to see her elder sister.
The little girl was my sister and 5 years old toddler was me. I yanked my hand away from mother's hold and darted towards my sister only to stomp that fellow at least twice who accidentally stamped at her foot. I was an impulsive and impatient kid back then. But my love for my sister was unparallel. And she too returned me the favours...She returned me the favours by constantly reminding me that I was an adopted one picked up from a dustbin. My sister was the first kid in the family and we all know what a first kid is for a family. She was a PROJECT for my family. She received an unprecedented amount of time and parental advice. I, on the contrary, was any way the younger one.
Growing up I used to do things my way which meant if there was any secret way to do the simplest of the things wrong; I would do it. For instance, if I were eating bread butter then the chances of it falling with the buttered side down on the bedspread was directly proportional to the freshness of the bedspread. If my mother would just change it, then I was sure to spoil it. I was an epitome of Murphy's law that is Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. And definitely will, in my case. My mom used to be dumbstruck at my unique ability to find the wrong way.
I always wanted to pursue a fancy career like Architecture or Fashion Designing. And my creative brain was also quite active then. But in the nick of time, I realized that we only get one chance at some points in time. So I decided to listen to my parents. I decided to listen to my parents and pull up my creative car on my way and go by my parent's way. In standard Xth, they gave me one sage advice "Study now and Party Later". It sounded a fair deal to me and I did the same. In standard XIIth, the came back with the same advice "Study now and Party Later". I again did the same thing. Then came Engineering and they again came back with the same advice...And I again did the same. Now I'm here and I have realized one thing that there is no party. There wasn't going to be one. You need to host your party with the theme of your interest.
On the hindsight, I now know that when my parents were telling me to "Work now and Party Later". They meant "Keep Going". And at this point in time, it sounds pretty reasonable because if you have already reached a stage in life where you only party then perhaps it's not the best path for you.
And checking on my creative car parked on my way, I think it was the best decision then because that car did not have enough fuel then. While my logical brain is totally convinced with the abilities of my creative brain, it keeps giving me a rational advice to hone it a little more. And that's why I'm here today re-fuelling my creative car and enriching my imagination. Going back to my unique ability to find wrong ways, I'm sure if I keep doing it correctly, I will tacitly keep a tab of all the right ways too.
So my friends, Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. But important is to "Keep Going and Keep Growing"
The little girl was my sister and 5 years old toddler was me. I yanked my hand away from mother's hold and darted towards my sister only to stomp that fellow at least twice who accidentally stamped at her foot. I was an impulsive and impatient kid back then. But my love for my sister was unparallel. And she too returned me the favours...She returned me the favours by constantly reminding me that I was an adopted one picked up from a dustbin. My sister was the first kid in the family and we all know what a first kid is for a family. She was a PROJECT for my family. She received an unprecedented amount of time and parental advice. I, on the contrary, was any way the younger one.
Growing up I used to do things my way which meant if there was any secret way to do the simplest of the things wrong; I would do it. For instance, if I were eating bread butter then the chances of it falling with the buttered side down on the bedspread was directly proportional to the freshness of the bedspread. If my mother would just change it, then I was sure to spoil it. I was an epitome of Murphy's law that is Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. And definitely will, in my case. My mom used to be dumbstruck at my unique ability to find the wrong way.
I always wanted to pursue a fancy career like Architecture or Fashion Designing. And my creative brain was also quite active then. But in the nick of time, I realized that we only get one chance at some points in time. So I decided to listen to my parents. I decided to listen to my parents and pull up my creative car on my way and go by my parent's way. In standard Xth, they gave me one sage advice "Study now and Party Later". It sounded a fair deal to me and I did the same. In standard XIIth, the came back with the same advice "Study now and Party Later". I again did the same thing. Then came Engineering and they again came back with the same advice...And I again did the same. Now I'm here and I have realized one thing that there is no party. There wasn't going to be one. You need to host your party with the theme of your interest.
On the hindsight, I now know that when my parents were telling me to "Work now and Party Later". They meant "Keep Going". And at this point in time, it sounds pretty reasonable because if you have already reached a stage in life where you only party then perhaps it's not the best path for you.
And checking on my creative car parked on my way, I think it was the best decision then because that car did not have enough fuel then. While my logical brain is totally convinced with the abilities of my creative brain, it keeps giving me a rational advice to hone it a little more. And that's why I'm here today re-fuelling my creative car and enriching my imagination. Going back to my unique ability to find wrong ways, I'm sure if I keep doing it correctly, I will tacitly keep a tab of all the right ways too.
So my friends, Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. But important is to "Keep Going and Keep Growing"
