It sure has been quite a while since I
continued writing the path of my Unknown Destination.
The past six months have been an eventful,
challenging period of my life which will surely be penned in the future as we
travel along this narration.
More
than the challenges,the unprecedented rains which lashed Chennai shocked one
and all and I would say, caught us unaware against the nature’s onslaught. Help
from every human being was most gratifying, the togetherness, unity, rising to
the occasion in relief work was appreciable and I bow to all the good souls who
gave a helping hand. Though the grief continues, Chennai is slowly limping back
to normalcy. We can find many reasons to point fingers that would of course
need an elaborate debate, hence, I move on to narrate from where I reminded you
of my days at Loyola and experiences at Central School, IIT.
The days at New College after Loyola
College, my Mathematics Degree, friends, professors, football, strikes and
finally responsibility to study, to face challenges saw me through my college
life. I cannot forget sitting by the mosque, sharing food at lunch, watching
movies in Satyam and Safire the YadgaarLassi shop, Woodlands Drive-in, love
life that I spoke about earlier, brings back fond memories. I also registered
the challenges, responsibilities and debacles that would be faced if we were irresponsible.
I would like to mention one interesting
event which I cherish till date is the responsibility that I had as a person in
public life. You may wonder what involvement could have been there in public
life during college. Me leading a strike peacefully involved responsibility,
hence the narration.
I was one of the leaders of an
inter-collegiate strike moving in a procession to the Commissioner’s office.
The gathering of students was really large and the Law Enforcement Officers
were alert and worried for any small mishaps. It was during the procession that
a sudden outburst and disturbance occurred; some students became violent and
wanted to pelt stones and damage the State Government buses. My reflexes and
responsibility to lead a peaceful rally urged me to remove my shirt and stand
on top of the bus and said I quote “May the first stone hit me then the bus”
unquote.
Thankfully that spur of the moment reaction
of mine brought the situation under control and my friends from college days
still remember that incident and mention the leadership quality that started
from there on.
Interesting……?
The Unknown Destination continues….
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