Canvas of life is full of colours! some bright and some gray...

There are times when I stop for a while in my journey of life - to catch my breath when I had been running long and hard in the race of life; to admire the beauty all around when I have been drifting with the tide of time for a while; or just to look back at the expense that I left behind, the long stretch of path that I took to reach where I am now. It never ceases to amaze me that there are so many events that are as vivid in my memory as if they had just occurred...I go back in time and relive them...and I am always left with a new understanding. The canvas grows bigger as I go farther in life...more hues and shades are added to the picture...and the earlier colours take a new meaning as they combine with new shades to create a new picture - richer and more vivid than earlier. Read on to embark with me on a journey of the events in my life which, for one reason or another or sometimes for no reason at all, always catch my fancy when I retrospect.

This is a mini autobiography...read at leisure...

SDA High school...the story begins!

I still remember clearly the day we were being handed over our grade cards in std III. I was a average student and when the class teacher handed over my grade sheet to me, she announced in a demeaning tone that I had been promoted to the next higher std. I could not find anything like very poor grades or having failed in any subject...but the class teacher had said it and I felt humiliated. I knew that now I had to be among the front runners in academics. Resolution of a 8 year old kid does not materialize in a fortnight. It took three years and I felt vindicated when in std VII I stood second in the class. There was no turning back after that.

Even though good at academics and a favourite of teachers in school, I was always a backbencher in the class. Always up to some mischief, I could hardly be considered a candidate to ensure discipline among fellow students. The day new captain/prefects in school were being announced, I was standing at the back of the rank assembled for the morning prayer. My name was announced and I realized that I had been made the house captain and a school prefect! I thought - time for a change, mate...

Friendship with Rahul showed me that school friends are not just the ones with whom you have good time during the school hours. It started in std VII and soon we became close friends. Ashish was another friend who was always with me. I was never strong with money and I always maintained that my friends would accept me the way I am...and it was then that I discovered that how right I was. Friends always accept you the way you are...Vishal, Manish, Alok all were with me...thanks guys for instilling the confidence in myself!

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