 Hi folks, this site is entirely dedicated to me, my friends and my journey from the small village in downtown Kerala, to Mumbai, to Gulf, two years of boarding life in Panchgani, then 4 yers of degree, an year n half of my first job and then ultimately to Banglore and Mysore, for a stint with Wipro Ltd...and for the times to come.. I was born on the 20th of April 1980, in a small hospital in Kerala. During the 10 yrs that I spend there I managed to get the South Indian pronunciation into my English. I do not remember the friends that I made in Kerala, except for a very few. My Mom took me away from the love n care of my Grand Parents to Mumbai, so that I may concentrate more on my studies than just enjoyin the beauty of God's own Country.
I was not excited abt goin to Mumbai, but was excited abt travelling in a train, it was to be my first travel in a train , n that too for nearly 3 days. Once in Mumbai I felt that I was in a jail, confined to a flat on the third floor of a building. I still remember goin to buy milk with an empty milk packet in my hand, to tell the brand that I need. Anyway I stayed in Mumbai for 3 years n complted my studies till the class of 6th. And then I flew to Muscat, Sultanate Of Onam. To be frank, I started enjoying life once i was in Muscat. May be I was too young before to understand that i was supposed to enjoy life then. I joined an Indian school in Muscat, which had Malayalam/Hindi as second language and Arabic as third language. It was not compulsory to pass Arabic then. But as I reached the 8th standard, it was made compulsory to pass it, to gain an entry to 9th grade. I used to get 1, 0.5, 2 etc out of 50 in Arabic. During my mid-vacations of 8th std, I made it a point to learn Arabic. I used to study Arabic everyday for about 3-4 hrs. When the results of second unit test was made known, it was clear that all I was doing was just drawing Arabic words on endless sheets of paper. Then my Mom did a very good/clever thing. She send me for tutions with a teacher who was teaching Arabic in my school. By luck or by the grace of God this teacher prepared the question paper for the finel exam , and I was prepared to crack the paper. I got 48/50 in the final exam.
I still remember my Arabic madam once telling my Mom that the only improvement that she can see in me is my growing height, during a parent-teacher meeting. It was here that I first came to know what love is... but.... ....before the flowers could bloom, I was moved to a boarding school in Panchgani, Maharashtra. |