me...

It was the time when the west was engulfed by the chill of the cold war and the west and East Germany were thinking of reunification that, in the other part of the world, a baby was born. Yes, that’s me!
Well, I know that was a good start for the days ahead. You see, I have been displaying this inevitable characteristic of being unmindful of the happenings around me right from birth. (omg! Think of an infant with ‘I don’t care’ attitude!!) . My mom told me that she didn’t hear me cry for about 10 seconds when I was born. I was sleeping that’s why she says I was too lazy to even cry! (Well, nothing changed much!!). I was told that the nurse explained to my sightless granny about how cute I was! Well, it seems to me that I impressed the nurse a lot more than I impressed my gran!
As a child I was not very troublesome…well…not always! But at the age of two, when I decided to explore the world a little, my parents really started to think about me seriously. I used to crawl my way into one of the houses in the neighborhood only to get to a parked bicycle and find pleasure in swiveling its pedals (three cheers for the budding engineer!!!). Unlike many babies I didn’t cry much…may be I had better things to do...like…mess with my sleeping baby brother! I was told that I used to run to my brother’s cradle and slap kiran while he was sleeping and then my mom locked me in a separate room as a punishment!

Growing up, my explorations ceased but I started something new - I started to observe this new world of mine and started to think “why?”. Often my questions were answered with wage substantiations and rest remained questions. Then, the first best thing that happened to me was school! D.A.V. was where I flourished, where I lived my dreams and where…I made friends! I befriended everyone and anyone. Hi’s, hellos and bye-byes were what brought us together. Guess what! In school, I never regretted making friends without knowing anything about the person (…and now?...don’t even ask!). Kindergarten was like a big world for me to deal with. A lot of things were stuffed in that name. A lot that I learnt and lot more that I still cherish. Ajay was my first best friend, Shubha ma’am was my first class teacher and pramod was the first weirdo I met! Every first move I made lead to a better next. This is how I grew up, learning from my little mistakes, making more mistakes and learning from them too. Some of the people like rohit, shreya joshi and taarika were kind of…like passing clouds (but they surely rained a lot on me!).

I was told and taught that I was not supposed to lie for what ever reason no matter what…well…guys there is something that I have been holding behind all these days. When I was a kid I used to watch a lot of TV and the letters on the black board started to look blurred…in the beginning I didn’t care much but later…this got worse really worse and my place started shifting forward, closer to the black board. The situation got really worse in class six (I mean to say dreadful!). I thought of doing something about this. In DAV, regular medical check-ups were organized for students. My parents knew about this. So, one fine day I got home and told my dad that we had our regular check up done in the school that day and the doc asked me to get my eyes checked up. You know what? I lied!! I don’t know why I didn’t tell the truth…but this lie I told was going to change the way I looked for the rest of my life! I was spectacled…my spectacles were just like some inevitable organ that I was to ‘wear’ here on.

Moving on…when I turned thirteen I was not quite a teen, but I can say I surely sensed the flavors around!! Questions, curiosity and the odd emptiness became apparent at fifteen. (Let’s not intrude this matter deeper...lols!) Now the obvious question – Who was my first crush? (Hey remember? Curiosity killed the cat! If are really reading this…then, I am sure you are not a cat (at least not a literate one!) and so you are safe!) Here is the answer- I don’t remember! Oh ya! By the way, talking of remembrance, I am really pathetic at remembering names, things that I did or things I am supposed to do (a really normal teenager you can see!). Class 10 was a really big experience package to me. They were the sweetest last days in DAV. I miss my school so much that I wish I got all those days back…it was like my second home. It harbored every thing…it is like I had left some part of me in my school…then came the two very dark years of my life…junior college…

I hope I had never joined that college (corporate brutes!!). Somehow I held myself together and pulled myself out of the clutches of the two horrendous years!! I don’t even consider the two years a part of my life now…I was put through so much that everything seemed like it was closing in on me…I’m glad that is all over.

Then came the ‘CVR’ part of my life…so far so good…at least things are going my way again! I’m me again (good heavens!!). You know what I really liked about CVR....one, the long one hour lunch break! Two, the ‘samosa’ in our canteen…believe me! I can spend tons on that. Three, somebody I don’t want to name (that’s a little hush-hush) Four, somebody else I don’t want to name!!

That’s me alright…19 unwrapped and still going great! What you just read is just a pixel of me!! Guess what? There’s much more to be unveiled…..