A journey..


It started in May 1987, when I opened my eyes to this world and was welcomed by a peck on my cheeks by my parents. Since then the ordeal has been rhapsodic. Its like a roller coaster ride with crests and troughs. Life is like a flower that blossoms in one season and in the other withers down. During the bloom time, the fragrance emanating embarks an aura of tranquility, piety and ambience that somehow manages to attract as tiny as a bee to its throes and spread the magic much beyond. And, when a flower sheds its beauty, we surpass it or may even trample it.

Fasten your seat belts, for it is time to commence the journey:

I held a finger, stood and took my first step into he giant wheel of life, which till date has been cradling ceaselessly. A young, ambitious and friendly lad who was fulfilled with most of the dreams he dreamt. Step by step, he started comprehending the world better. He realized that life doesn't sail on dreams. The illusion that he was living in, now turned to an ocean where there were wanes and surges. To stay afloat,he realized that he had to judge every verdict of his, speculate at times,plot and plan every act. Ab initio, he used to get carried away by the tornadoes that came by…moving woozily. But then he found 2 mentors, his father and mother, who taught him the act of confronting a twister. 

The mantra to stars is experience. The ostentation in the world suppressed him and he  contorted under its austereness. Then he knew, he couldn't sail alone and realized that he needed a comrade who could sail along with him so that, even if there was a tide, he could hold onto that pal and avoid drowning. This was the first attempt on his part and it proved marvelous.Hence, his first victory. But he vowed, he would comply by the teaching of his mentors and would inch away from unscrupulous means. Keeping this in mind, he moved ahead like crouching tiger and faced every storm blatantly. Sailing smoothly now, he has his devout gratitude for every person, a couple of angels in UG and PG who assisted him in his sail and even his foes, as behind every adversity lies a new opportunity. 

One day, as a king, he will tolerate the incinerating heat of struggle but will continue to shine brightly like the pole star, guiding fellow sailors, when they are obfuscated in the night of their sojourn.

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