the first day of the college....

Had given my bike for servicing. Tilak dropped me to the college. It was a very uneasy and a unpleasant feeling. My mind had so many thoughts but the space inside my head seemed to be void. This was the first time that I walked into the college through the main entrance. It had always been attending the college from the hostel end.

I walked through the college, not particularly looking at anyone or anything. Mind was blank, didn’t wanted to think about anything. Came to the block where my class was supposed to be in the second floor. Memories of my second year came flooding back. It was a nostalgia when I was climbing the stairs step by step. The memories seemed to be so fresh and alive that for a moment I forgot that I am back in the college after a year. When the last turn up to the second floor came I stopped, heart started beating a little faster. I sighed. Drew a deep breath in and climbed on. Once on the second floor there is crowd outside the classroom. For a moment my mind just wondered “ am I out of tune or are they from some other planet”. The reviews I had heard about this section were proved within no time. I walked on. I could recognize few faces which were from the hostel, juniors then. Some of them who recognized me raised their eyebrows and hands in a gesture to greet me. entrepreneurship and management was the subject for that period but it was swapped with some other subject of the next sem. I was disappointed.

No lecs had come to the class so we started walking out when the lec from the neighbouring class came and yelled at the mob for the nuisance being created. When we were a floor down someone called telling some other lec has come. I walked in and to my surprise it was shilpa madam(we had been for her tuitions in the 4th sem for the same subject) standing there waiting for the ppl to file in. looking at me she gavea wink and a smile of recognition. My hands involuntarily made a welcoming gesture. I was delighted to find someone in the class who knew me, even if it was a lecturer. I got my name entered into the attendance register and remembered that I have to repeat this act for five more classes. Sat, settled down. Heart beating faster and my mind racing and the class started…..

An year of perigrination comes to an end!!!

7th of august will be a red letter day for all the life to come. This was the day I saw death and re-birth in a proximity which I find it hard even today to digest. I survived a fatal train accident- an incident which changed the entire direction of my life. This day marked the onset of all the awesome and the awful experiences iam going to have from then on.
-first time in my life I had fracture.
-first time in my life I was admitted in a hospital
-first time x-ray
-first time scanning
-first time catheter.
-first time ambulance ride
-first time all my relatives called on my house at once.
-first time had to keep myself outta of the college for a year.
-first time stayed in bed for more than two and a half months which was more like a bed arrest than bed rest.

These are few of those “first times”. During those times on bed I learnt a lot of lessons. Biggest of all- understood the value of life. As they say, one will never know the value of a things unless its in peril. To understand yourself is a whole science in itself.

The bravado in which my parents took all these sudden twists and jerks of time is something which startled me. the composure and the level headedness they showed was on of the biggest gallant act I have ever come across to be performed, at least for me.

The ghastly experience of being in the verge of getting ”chatnified” under the train doesn’t look any less of a movie story. I went through it.

By the end of November I was all set to go out. With a lotta reluctance my parents let me go. I guess then on I hardly stayed at home. From then on Bangalore became my refuge. I stayed at Bharathji's place. If it was not for his house I would have been a wanderer in the city of Bangalore. you would have heard ppl saying a friend in need is a friend in deed. I haven’t simply heard it but have experienced it at its best from all the ppl around me.

Few dates that have been saved in my memory.
Nov 28th royal orchid night out.
Dec 30th banglore meeting given by me.
Jan 11th rolling out prashanthji's skoda
Jan 12th and 13th, conference at ooty.
Jan 27th bijapur seminar while I was in coimbatore.
Feb 2nd and 3rd gaurav jis wedding in delhi.
Mar 16th convention in mangalore tma pai audi
Apr 21st rolling out nagesh jis Innova
May 20th coorg adventure trip
July 29th july, diplomats and above in taj west end.

These are few dates which have been etched in my memory. In the meantime I had gone to lot many other places, notable once are-erode,coimbatore, calicut, pune, Mumbai, Hyderabad, deadly places. All these experiences of different places and meeting different people taught me the most priceless and invaluable lessons of my life. Life is so picturesque when led king size.

Life has offered us so much but we enjoy so little. Afraid at the way the society will look at us. The highest quality of life is in living it in extremes, taking risk and learning from mistakes.

Everyone under this gracious sun tries to amount to something all his life. This one year taught me the tact of survival on the streets in the best ways possible ever. Now let me get on and do something for I have been given a second chance.