About Me
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Happyness within me...
Talking about happiness, I remember an anonymous quote which says "It may be hard to find happiness within oneself but its impossible to find it elsewhere".
Every person on earth , I believe, wants to be happy and so do I. Here, I would like to take you through the happiness I try to discover within me across the time.
As a kid and as far as my memory goes, if there is something which I relished the most, then it was the "payasam" made by m y mom on sunday afternoons. I equally loved having the two 50 paise baked biscuits my dad used to buy me at the grocery store every weekend. I now feel that sitting on the carrier of my dad's bicycle while returning home from school is much more appeasing than an AirIndia flight trip from Mumbai to Chicago.
Time passed by and my parents tried to make me more responsible in studies like almost every middle class family of our country. And like every other average innocent kid, that was never to be. Now it was time for me to drive something of my own. No, it was not a bicycle but it was the thrown away bicycle tyre for which I had to plead my uncle coz my dad wouldnt give one of his own, citing all the noble reasons of the world.
Slowly, I diverted my attention to a bigger pleasure, "the bicycle". Boy, I would like to tell you, that the first bicycle riding experience in a boy's life can easily be a memory of his life time.
At around this time, I found out a new source of amusement, when I am not riding a bicycle. It was harassing my brother and hitting him as hard as I can, only to expect an equally powerful strike from him. But he being a couple of yrs younger, "almost" always disappointed me. Looking back now I feel, I had that Brad Pitt of Fight Club within me long long ago, even before the movie was made. (If you havent watched the movie yet, go watch it and then continue reading the blog).
This was the time when I particularly got interested in watching tennis, thanks to my father. He never made me miss a single grandslam. We used to differ over the results of a Monica Seles vs Steffi Graph or a Stefan Edberg vs Boris Becker match in the final. That was fun too.
Summer every year was the most beautiful period of my life. Always got a grand reception from my maternal uncle and grand parents. I always lived a life king-size along the paddy fields, coconut trees and ancient temples of my village. I can only regret comparing those full meals in banana leaves to todays at Pizza Huts and Burger kings. I look forward to describe my village in a separate blog of its own. Only that would do justice to the beauty of Konaseema (Coastal Andhra Pradesh).
Then came the days of crushes and attractions. Until those days, a boy usually sees a girl as an enemy or an unwanted element in the society. But, suddently things start to take a u-turn and the same boy tries to impress the same girl in all possible ways, one cannot even think of. So, in my case too, when I was in my 7th, I always found myself looking for this very cute, innocent looking, the girl next door type, 6th grade girl of my school called C. Until one fine day, the lady of my dreams walked up to me, gave me a cute looking photograph of hers with an cuter face and sweetly said something to me. What next? Lets discuss that offline.
Then came the time to bid adieu to hyderabad and move to the one of the most prosperous states of India, Gujarat. Everything was new. Had a tough time figuring out my full name. In Gujarat, names had a fixed format like FirstName, Middle and Last name. And after many controversies, my father fixed a format of my name which I carried forward ahead in my life. Slowly the responsibilities had begun interfering and impacting my personal life. I tried to stay away from them to the best of my abilities and managed to do so.
Cricket was hot those days with Sachin Tendulkar dictating terms in the world cricket. I was not to be spared by the Cricket and Sachin mania. Though I didnot believe in breaking TV sets, but the India's loss would make me really angry and upset. And an Indian win was no less than a celebration. The fact that I cried along with Vinod Kambli when India lost to SL in the 1996 World Cup Semi-Final, should tell you the level of passion youngsters have about cricket.
Then the high school education in Gujarat and lack of a good group of friends took toll of my personal happy life. I struggled with my studies. And always left my parents dissatisfied. But I could'nt help it. I just managed to get a few good numbers once in a blue moon.
Years passed by and I finished my 12th standard with just average results. I already made up my mind that I would do B.Sc and my father readily agreed. This was the time when we shifted to, Anand, the milk city of India. A city where I spent the most happening 6 years of my life, made most number of friends and which now is like lifeless for me due to various reasons.
The best time of my life came in my Second Year B.Sc, when I had a blast with my friends, laid a good foundation for my career, developed my passion for music and in lived an independent life of my own.
I also have some sweet memories of my post graduation. But, the majority of the time was spent in trying to become a responsible person and shaping my career. This period has also shown me some of the toughest days, which I will remember for my life.
I would like to conclude this topic here and start a new blog on my days at TCS.
Before concluding, I would like to thank all the people who were besides me and helped me in shaping my life and identify the "Happyness of my life".
Thank you for reading through this.
"Depend on yourself, you will never be let down".
- Kalyan.
Every person on earth , I believe, wants to be happy and so do I. Here, I would like to take you through the happiness I try to discover within me across the time.
As a kid and as far as my memory goes, if there is something which I relished the most, then it was the "payasam" made by m y mom on sunday afternoons. I equally loved having the two 50 paise baked biscuits my dad used to buy me at the grocery store every weekend. I now feel that sitting on the carrier of my dad's bicycle while returning home from school is much more appeasing than an AirIndia flight trip from Mumbai to Chicago.
Time passed by and my parents tried to make me more responsible in studies like almost every middle class family of our country. And like every other average innocent kid, that was never to be. Now it was time for me to drive something of my own. No, it was not a bicycle but it was the thrown away bicycle tyre for which I had to plead my uncle coz my dad wouldnt give one of his own, citing all the noble reasons of the world.
Slowly, I diverted my attention to a bigger pleasure, "the bicycle". Boy, I would like to tell you, that the first bicycle riding experience in a boy's life can easily be a memory of his life time.
At around this time, I found out a new source of amusement, when I am not riding a bicycle. It was harassing my brother and hitting him as hard as I can, only to expect an equally powerful strike from him. But he being a couple of yrs younger, "almost" always disappointed me. Looking back now I feel, I had that Brad Pitt of Fight Club within me long long ago, even before the movie was made. (If you havent watched the movie yet, go watch it and then continue reading the blog).
This was the time when I particularly got interested in watching tennis, thanks to my father. He never made me miss a single grandslam. We used to differ over the results of a Monica Seles vs Steffi Graph or a Stefan Edberg vs Boris Becker match in the final. That was fun too.
Summer every year was the most beautiful period of my life. Always got a grand reception from my maternal uncle and grand parents. I always lived a life king-size along the paddy fields, coconut trees and ancient temples of my village. I can only regret comparing those full meals in banana leaves to todays at Pizza Huts and Burger kings. I look forward to describe my village in a separate blog of its own. Only that would do justice to the beauty of Konaseema (Coastal Andhra Pradesh).
Then came the days of crushes and attractions. Until those days, a boy usually sees a girl as an enemy or an unwanted element in the society. But, suddently things start to take a u-turn and the same boy tries to impress the same girl in all possible ways, one cannot even think of. So, in my case too, when I was in my 7th, I always found myself looking for this very cute, innocent looking, the girl next door type, 6th grade girl of my school called C. Until one fine day, the lady of my dreams walked up to me, gave me a cute looking photograph of hers with an cuter face and sweetly said something to me. What next? Lets discuss that offline.
Then came the time to bid adieu to hyderabad and move to the one of the most prosperous states of India, Gujarat. Everything was new. Had a tough time figuring out my full name. In Gujarat, names had a fixed format like FirstName, Middle and Last name. And after many controversies, my father fixed a format of my name which I carried forward ahead in my life. Slowly the responsibilities had begun interfering and impacting my personal life. I tried to stay away from them to the best of my abilities and managed to do so.
Cricket was hot those days with Sachin Tendulkar dictating terms in the world cricket. I was not to be spared by the Cricket and Sachin mania. Though I didnot believe in breaking TV sets, but the India's loss would make me really angry and upset. And an Indian win was no less than a celebration. The fact that I cried along with Vinod Kambli when India lost to SL in the 1996 World Cup Semi-Final, should tell you the level of passion youngsters have about cricket.
Then the high school education in Gujarat and lack of a good group of friends took toll of my personal happy life. I struggled with my studies. And always left my parents dissatisfied. But I could'nt help it. I just managed to get a few good numbers once in a blue moon.
Years passed by and I finished my 12th standard with just average results. I already made up my mind that I would do B.Sc and my father readily agreed. This was the time when we shifted to, Anand, the milk city of India. A city where I spent the most happening 6 years of my life, made most number of friends and which now is like lifeless for me due to various reasons.
The best time of my life came in my Second Year B.Sc, when I had a blast with my friends, laid a good foundation for my career, developed my passion for music and in lived an independent life of my own.
I also have some sweet memories of my post graduation. But, the majority of the time was spent in trying to become a responsible person and shaping my career. This period has also shown me some of the toughest days, which I will remember for my life.
I would like to conclude this topic here and start a new blog on my days at TCS.
Before concluding, I would like to thank all the people who were besides me and helped me in shaping my life and identify the "Happyness of my life".
Thank you for reading through this.
"Depend on yourself, you will never be let down".
- Kalyan.
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