Loyola a dream of many , Father Kuriyakose
, a small made disciplinarian etched in my journey as an unforgettable human
being who taught me the values of life, values of time and money and his harsh
decision in showing the way out in spite of me being a good sportsman helped in
building my character, the very foundation of my future years to follow. An
uneventful pre university course with a carefree and careless life,
lmmaturebehaviour in getting involved in a strike lead me to join New College
,Royapettah.
This
journey may sound very normal in a young man's life, but it shouldn't have been
so coming from a home where the monthly earning of my dad was Rs 5000 and my
mother a housewife to run within a budget , more was expected out of me
,poverty lesser opportunity should have made me more responsible than to get
involved in fights strikes spending most of the time at safire theatre sathyam
complex, drive in woodlands ogling at girls from Stella and travelling in a bus
crowded with girls from ethiraj college and finally to add spice my first love
, charming, intelligent well readwell dressed the cynosure of many eyes,
drawing me further away from the academic elevation -the dream of my dad, was
it shattered , was it justified? I know more than anything else at this point
your minds are focusing to the first love, what happened ???? wait to hear it
bye for now
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