. Friday, February 9, 2007
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Hi everyone! Let me take you through the first 21 years of my life in the following few lines. I was born in Chennai, a city you’ll find near the southern tip of India on the world map. When I was born, it was called Madras.

The first few years of life were as unadventurous as it is now. I had to go through the ordeal of adjusting to a new school environment only once, that too when I was 12 or 13. Although I have some memories of that, it’s not worth sharing here.

Being identified as a calm and studious boy in school was not a good thing after all. During my childhood and in the early teens, I tried so hard to maintain this image and to avoid the tag of “trouble-maker” that I constantly suppressed my originality to please those around me. This includes teachers at school, parents at home. I didn’t do this consciously as I was of the idea that that’s what I was supposed to do. Well, I don’t regret that for it had molded me the way I am.

The assumptions that formed in those days resulted in the essential fabric of my ‘self’. I can’t elaborate on that for I’m still trying to understand what that actually means. And this blog is one of my serious attempts towards realizing that. Towards the beginning of this journey to realization. I had this irresistible urge to change this. But it wasn’t easy breaking away from the world. And certainly not possible to make a U turn. After a few adjustments here and there, I found a way out. I may not be able to create interest in things I ignored earlier but I can let myself follow my passions. When I can’t tell the world what I thought of something, I can certainly spend hours and hours thinking about it, telling myself. This may sound weird. But it does help. You learn to view things from different perspectives.

Having realized that I had taken an incorrect decision, I continued this journey without much satisfaction.

After I completed my final year at school, the fear of the mysterious and the unknown future began to tighten its hold on me. A few depressed weeks later, I got admitted to a college in Chennai itself. It wasn’t what I wanted. My dream of becoming independent remained one. And it still is. Change was not something I could handle easily. It’s almost always painful. Mentally. The college, though not very different from the school environment, was different in many ways. It took me a few months to get adjusted to the new subjects and the new environ. After three years at college, I found myself in a similar situation trying to adjust to a totally different atmosphere – the corporate world. Before I could settle down, I’m back with books, tests and exams.

Doing post graduation was the career step I wanted to take after UG. But, I didn’t have any subject in my mind. Now here I am, trying to master what is probably the most nascent field of science.

Hope this gave you an idea of who I am.

Gotta go now, Bye.



ramaathreya said...

you should hear how 21 years of my life ran!!! i ll include that too in my blog.. though i ve already told a lot about my childhood days... there is still little more you ll soon be reading it in my blog