Memories #2 A tribute to my Father

I pen these lines on the eve of the 20th Death Anniversary of My Dad Percival Bruno D'Cruz

I never knew Indian Police Service(IPS) was such a big deal when I was a kid and lived in Gwalior ,Madhya Pradesh. But later in life when I slogged it out for the UPSC Civil services exam I understood what a great thing it was. He had cracked the exam when he was 21 years of age and here I was with the best coaching in the country and a few years older didn't get to crack it. It speaks volumes of his character.

I remember him to be a strict disciplinarian and a total no nonsense guy. He would never take no for an answer from me. He was very particular that I needed to speak English well. I always used to converse with him in English never do i remember talking to him in Malayalam or Hindi. He inculcated in me a very strong value system. I came across one of the letters my Dad sent to my Mom when she was in Kerala. It goes something like this "Angelo the other day told me that he was having the General Science exam as oral but it later turned out to be a written exam when I inquired about it with his teacher I was told that it was never been oral. Angelo had lied to me because he did not want me to make him write. I gave him nice beating and made him kneel in front of the Sacred heart and made him say 10 Hail Mary. He later cried and said he wanted to go to Mamma ". That was how he taught me about honesty just imagine I was only a boy of 6 years then. Just tell me how many parents would do that today at least I wouldn't do it. It was such a novel way of teaching a kid on the importance of being honest.

I have heard from his peers in service from that he was an honest and upright Officer. Everyone who knew him has maintained that he was an exceptionally bright person and was very well read. I have heard from uncle Berky(my Dad's younger brother) that he used to read even the newspaper in which the sugar was wrapped. He always used to encourage me to read even as a kid and I owe my reading habit to him. He was also a very God fearing man.


I had the opportunity of reading his College journal and it gave me an insight into the person he was during his late teens.As a young boy in college he had the same apprehensions that any boy of his age had. He always had the hunger to suceed inspite of all odds and excel in life. What impressed me most was that he was equally good in both curricular as well as co curricular activities.The stack of certificates and a good number of trophies at home bear testimony to this. The other day my younger brother was telling me that he was thinking of quitting the college football team so that he can concentrate more on his studies I wonder what my Dad's take would be on that .He was an excellent orator and Ambrose takes off from my Dad on this regard



I remember reading a letter my Grandmother Mrs Lilly D'Cruz sent to my Dad when he was undergoing training in Sardar Vallabhai Patel National Police Academy,Hyderabad. She adresses him as my Dear Police Son and goes on with all the news at Tangassery. And I can't fail to notice how much  pride the mother takes on what her son has become that is something unmatched. It might be close to what my mother was feeling at the book launch of her younger son. I don't know. I recall Uncle Berty(my dad's younger brother) telling me how humble and down to earth their parents were. This humility is something that I have seen in my father as well.I remember with gratitude my Grandparents  Ambrose J DCruz and Lily D'Cruz here.I also would like to state that he was a family man and a God fearing individual.


During my adult life I have always wanted to hear the view point of my Dad on the everyday challenges  of  life, I really miss the man to man talk.  When you are a kid you don't realize what a big loss it is for you. It was the same with me I missed my Dad the most during my teenage years but hats off to my Mom and everyone who helped me through those tricky years.



I would sign off by commending my mother Adil D'Cruz who has done an excellent job in raising her two sons with great fortitude despite losing her husband at a very young age. If it had't been for her we would never be what we are today.


P.S:It was my Mom's idea that I need to write something on my Dad on account of his 20th Anniversary

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This post is not exactly a about my college days but my experiences when I was the Placement Officer of a well-known Engineering College in Kerala. It is a blow by blow account of a day that would change the lives of  few of my students forever and a memorable one for me as well.

It all started off with a recruitment drive of well-known Software Company which was held on another college a good 4 hour drive away from the institution where I was working in. I embarked on a journey with 84 of my wards in 2 buses.  The first day was not that eventful it was the usual entry test and after everything we were back by evening to college . By night around 9 PM I got a call saying that 42 of my students had cleared the test and had to report for interview the next day. I dragged along a couple of my students from the Men’s hostel  and went onto the college building to check out who all were there. Incidentally these two guys were among the brightest of the group and I was almost certain that they would be among the 42 .They left their supper midway and came with me saying that they were all very tensed up. We started going through the list to our shock these guys names weren’t there.  After the initial setback I got back to the business of informing everyone who had cleared. Owing to the unprecedented number of students appearing for interview I decided to try my luck to get a college bus arranged, with a bit of coaxing and cajoling got the job done.

So the next day we I set out along with 42 of my wards with dreamy eyes early morning. I knew this could be the defining day of my stint over here and also on the lives of the students with me. I decided to make use of the long journey and started giving tips to my students that I had gathered on course of time as I had also been a candidate for a number of campus recruitment drives when I was in college. I had also managed to do a one on one with a good number of students. What I found out was that here were a bunch of kids most of who were going for maybe their first interview and were a confused lot and inexperienced in this sort of thing.  I managed to dispel a lot of their fears and also other myths associated with this entire process. The biggest challenge that I faced was to boost the confidence and morale of the bunch, to an extent I was successful but I had my limitation since it was taxing on my part to reach out to each of the 42 students.  We reached almost in time and the procedures of the day commenced.

There was hardly anything for me to do as the registration and the introduction about the company was going on. I was hanging around the picturesque campus and making the most of my “me time”. By afternoon the students were lined up for the first round of interviews. The tension was palpable on my student’s faces. I decided to lighten the mood a bit and started to chat up with everyone to ease their nerves. I came across a student of mine whom I had not noticed much till now she had an air of confidence in her and had exceptional communication skills. It was a whiff of fresh air among all the students I had met previously met .The moment I spoke to her I knew she would be selected (eventually she did make the cut). All I did was give her a pep talk and she was ready for the kill.  It also made me realize that I hardly knew the bunch of kids who I was in charge of.  As I had mentioned earlier it is manually impossible to get to know each and every one of them.  This incident was a catalyst it set off something on me and I went around trying to reach out to each and everyone present there. I knew that if I could give a final push almost everyone would be able to make the cut.

I came across this guy who was very low in confidence and was perspiring I took him for a stroll and told him to imagine that you are on a date (I knew that his interviewer was this female) go ahead and work your charm on this female don’t think about anything else. That’s all the fuel he needed and he went ahead to bag the job.  Then there were this couple of students of mine who were on their heavier side incidentally their interviewer was also like them. I told them to imagine that they were in a boxing match and told them that  I wanted them  to come out as the victors they went on to win the title. Then there was this student of mine who assisted me in my activities of the placement cell which I headed in college. I had never seen her so tensed I told her to just enjoy the process and the rest will fall in place she made it count.

Like this I went around the interview location giving pep talks to one and all that were under me and giving specific inputs regarding the interview that I could gather from the ones who were done with it. Physically it was very demanding at the end of it I believe that I had at least talked once to all who were present there. The instances that I described above are limited to how much I can recall as this had happened more than 2 years ago.

After all this the wait for the results began the air was filled tension everyone including me were at our wits end.  It was almost 7 PM earlier on the day most of us had gathered in our college as early as 4 am and that coupled with the travelling had left us really jaded. The wait continued endlessly as it is supposed to be. Finally the results were out 36 out of the 42 who were called for interview on that day had made the cut.  There was jubilation all over and everyone was busy congratulating each other it was a job well done in the end. I on my part was really relieved it was a real humbling experience for me. To be delivering on your own is one thing but making others deliver is a totally different ball game altogether.

On our way back we had a whale of a time everyone was celebrating and I too joined in without much ado and believe me I never had so much fun since my college days. Many of my wards conveyed their astonishment to me after seeing how well I gelled with them on their celebrations. It was a memorable day for me .The joy of seeing the ones you are responsible for achieve something is truly amazing and the feeling I had at that time was unmatched which I will cherish for the rest of my lifetime.

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DISCLAIMER :This blog is based loosely on my Engineering college days of University College of Engineering, Trivandrum,Kerala during the period 2003-2007 . This has to be viewed as a piece of art rather than a commentary of my college life . At times I have taken the writer's liberty at the sametime I have tried my level best to stay as impersonal as possible .

One warm afternoon as a boring lecture was in progress I and my friend were discussing about the upcoming excursion when we were pulled up by the professor and promptly thrown out of the class. I had been a studious kid all through my school days that I was never even reprimanded forget being sent out of class and this was a new experience. Well for everything there is always a first time.  Rather that showing any remorse I walked out of the class nonchalantly which was quite surprising considering the background from which I came from. Since it was really hot outdoors we continued our discussion just outside the class room the Professor wasn’t amused by this.  He called us back and made us stand on either corner of the room, boy! That was embarrassing and the worst part of the whole thing was that the guy who actually started this conversation was sitting in our bench and attending lecture as if nothing had happened. This was during the first year of college and I don’t know if my classmates do remember but I will never forget this.

Moving on this was the first excursion that we as a class were undertaking to a well known amusement park in Kerala. As most of us were day scholars hardly anyone knew each other very well and everyone was keenly looking forward to it . I being one of the tour co-ordinators did not want to leave any stone unturned and went the entire distance to ensure that everything went smoothly. Finally the day dawned and we embarked upon the journey with high spirits.  It was a great journey and everyone had really started to get into the mood of the tour. We reached the amusement park and had a whale of a time over there.  As the day progressed a rumour was doing the rounds that some guys from another college or so had allegedly passed some inappropriate comments on the girl students of our class. This pumped up the guys and everyone was really angry. Towards the end of the day as most of us were savouring a treat by the teachers who accompanied us on the tour a group of our guys went up and thrashed the culprits black and blue ,who at that time were clearly outnumbered and were sitting ducks. Only very few people among us knew about this episode.

As we were moving onto the bus all hell broke loose as the guys had regrouped and started attacking the guys from our tour party. All along I was kept in the dark and I had absolutely no clue as to what was going on. My initial reaction was to retaliate but luckily good sense prevailed and I had the presence of mind to safely get the rest of the group into the bus. I had a torrid time doing this because the majority of our group were girls who were shell shocked to even move. Somehow we managed to get everyone on board and beat a hasty retreat from the amusement park.

Only sometime into the journey did everyone gather their wits and slowly the dust started to settle down. Fortunately there were no broken bones or fallen teeth there were bruises a black eye and minor injuries here and there which were not so serious. Hence we didn’t have to make a pit stop at a hospital on our way back.  If my memory serves me right there was someone who lost his spectacles in the ensuing melee (he later came to me saying that he needed reimbursement for this from the tour fund) .When the whole story was uncovered the girls were pretty pissed off with the guys for their knee jerk reaction. Their view was that the situation could have been handled differently. I vividly remember one of my fiery female classmates asking us if we would react like this every single time someone passed comments on them. As always I had to play the mediator and had a hard time to calm down the flayed tempers.

  

 I guess this incident made our class closer as a group and impressed upon all of us the fact that we really did care for each other. I understood that when something of this sort happens it creases the comfort level of a group of individuals by leaps and bounds .During the course of our college I have countless number of times reiterated to my female classmates that they are lucky to have guys like us as their peers. 

The other day when I happened to see a commercial on TV for Gillete which had a tagline ‘Soldier for Women’ it sparked old memories in me. At a time when the entire country is engaged in a debate on women’s safety I wanted to share this particular incident in college. I dedicate this to all the women who I have come across in my life, Jai Ho.

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DISCLAIMER :This blog is based loosely on my Engineering college days of University College of Engineering, Trivandrum,Kerala during the period 2003-2007 . This has to be viewed as a piece of art rather than a commentary of my college life . At times I have taken the writer's liberty at the same time I have tried my level best to stay as impersonal as possible .

On a hot afternoon in December last year  I was standing at the corridor of my alma mater trying to replicate the feeling that I had more than 5 years ago. Things had changed a lot during the ensuing period I had lost hair put on some weight become older and wiser and no more the student of this institution just an alumni like countless others. What made this place very special to me? I was left wondering. I can't find a single reason. Our college situated in as scenic campus in the outskirts of Trivandrum city had a special place in my life. Here is where I learned the tricks of my trade, where I was transformed from a boy to a man the list is endless the nostalgia is too intense for me to objectively think and write so here I am penning down a few lines about my college life that come randomly to me.

I enjoyed the freedom the place offered to me. After 12 years of schooling College was a welcome change. Qualities that were innate in me until then slowly started to come out and there was every opportunity for me to put that in use and I believe that I had used that to the best of my ability. Placement co-ordinator, Tour co-ordinator, Class representative, Events co-coordinator for a Tech cum Cultural fest, anchoring on stage for numerous events, dance you name them and I have done it all. I take this opportunity to thank all my classmates for their support and encouragement all along without which any of this would not have been possible.  

My description of the college would not get started if I don't paint a picture of the surroundings. A campus which acts as a headquarters for the Kerala University around 5-6 acres plush with lush greenery with lot of trees well paved roads a kind of place where you can take your girlfriend around for a quiet  walk after bunking classes. The college as such was not that great it was the campus that made it sexy.  I remember at the end each hour we used to just take off from our classes roam here and there and come back well into the next hour. The guys in our class rarely occupied the front rows in the class the front rows were either left vacant or were occupied by geeky girls.  We guys had in fact monopolised  the entire back row. Who can forget the getaways that we had after bunking classes Kovalam Beach, Madupara(a rock cave), Kazhakootam beach and many others. I  should not forgot the favourite hangout spot of us was  a pond situated  within the campus called as Haimavathi it was supposedly the source of fresh water for the entire campus and it had stories of its own to tell . At times mostly during the afternoons we would retire to this pond to chill out until the end of college hours it was in fact a regular feature during the final year where we used to bunk the labs every week without fail. I still remember the violent reactions from my friends that it so happened that every guy in the class had an attendance of 20 % for this particular lab while I was the sole guy in the class with 70 % + attendance. It was not that I went to the labs regularly but due to the fact that I was a placement co-ordinator and my teachers were under the impression that I was doing some activity related to that. It was not long before they realised my true colours and I slowly started to get pushed out of the good books of my teachers’ .After I left Trivandrum during my stints in Chennai, Delhi and Mumbai I have always missed the greenery that I was privy to once.  

Well how I can leave off the political activism of our college. Our college campus was the hotbed of student political activity. It was called the Red fort of SFI(Students Federation of India). I still remember vividly the first strike I took part in .It was not as if I was political active or anything but it was just for the feel it. But that one was special it was during my first year in college we had marched to the office of the Joint registrar or something  of the University from one end of the campus to the other end shouting slogans fist pumping and all. My political activism ended there I being the son of a bureaucrat for that matter loathed politics that was the first  and the last time I did  anything like that.  I remember after that picketing as we were walking back to our classes we were all in a jolly mood joking around and chatting excitedly about our first experience when one of our seniors came up and rebuked us for taking things too lightly and how we had to solemnly and silently walk back to our classes. My class had a fair brand of political activists, during our final year the Chairman, Vice Chairperson and Secretary of the College Union were from my class and for that matter our class enjoyed enormous amount of clout in the College. Our final year tour which was a coup of sorts during that time because no final year batch has gone ever for an official tour is a story in itself.

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Mid-life crisis in your late Twenties

DISCLAIMER :This post is a satirical take on the life and incidents around the life of a Tech Professional in his late 20’s. I have tried my level best to be as impersonal as possible resemblances with real life are purely co incidental. This post has to be taken in a lighter vein rather than as a serious work. The incidents described may or may not have any resemblance to real life incidents in the writer’s life even though the blog is written in first person.

Yes you read the title right. How else could you explain dare devil bachelors wanting to get hitched, commitment phobic boyfriends proposing to their shell shocked girlfriends, married men suddenly wanting kids of their own. Guys out of nowhere find new hobbies. Paying your hard earned money on a super bike for which you can probably get a car or paying for a smart phone for which you can get a two wheeler, buying a SLR camera .Those who have never travelled except for emergencies suddenly take up travelling just for the heck of it. People who have spent all their lives in their hometown want to break the shackles and leave their comfort zone for hip and happening metro cities around the country or even better going overseas. This post is clearly written from a guy's point of view so ladies please excuse, you can continue reading if you want to better understand your boyfriends/husbands/brothers in the same age bracket.

Let's start with the bachelors the most colourful lot of the demography in question here. You realise that unmarried men of your age group are hard to come by. Post marriage the friends you used to hang out with stop answering even your phone calls forget chilling out with you. Even if you end up spending time with them they are no longer interested in discussing about random females but would bore you to death with the challenges they face in their marital life. Finding a roommate is another nightmare because suddenly they are a near extinct species.

Suddenly your girlfriend looks more beautiful than before; the pretty face in the back of your mind is worth pursuing after all. Alternatively it is time to purchase the superbike that you have dreamt off as a boy. It’s too late for your parents to realise what has happened to you before you speed off in your mean machine. From there on your life revolves around every nitty gritty of your new found passion. I have also come across people who take up gluttony as their new hobby for them food is their new best friend.

You realise that you haven't travelled much and have been stuck at your hometown for too long.  You decide to visit your friends who are living in the metro cities across the country just to check out the place and end up in awe of their lives.Now you become tired of living in your hometown and wish for a change. You lobby hard for the overdue onsite assignment and start exploring for opportunities elsewhere in the country.

When it comes to married men you have no more time to hang out with your bachelor friends and the new in thing that is hanging out with other couples can also get boring in course of time. Shopping with your wife is no more cute like it was before. It reminds you of your pre marital days when you would frequent the malls just to check out pretty females, but now you are trying to juggle the shopping bags that are thrust upon you. You realise that you have been a guinea pig to your wife’s cooking for too long and have developed a tummy and extra fat all over the body. You get inspired after watching 300 and Baywatch and it seems to you that post marriage your boyish charm is waning. You decide to become fit and fab out of the blue and hit the gym with a vengeance. You might not have played football a single time in the last 5 years but you think you can be the Ronaldo of your team.  You end up tearing a ligament or the like and end up in the bed for the next 3 months thereby inconveniencing everyone ranging from your wife to your reporting manager.  That is when the truth dawns upon you have ceased growing up long time back and now your body has started ageing.

Photography is your new hobby you might not have even handled a Kodak in your entire life but once you procure a SLR/DSLR after paying an insane amount of money (including lenses) and you are a professional photographer. The limited knowledge that you gained through Google is enough for you to brag about and bore your technologically challenged friends with its jargon. You start a Facebook page and request everyone to like it.  Oh yeah how could I forget the ‘selfie’ phenomenon of recent times every Tom, Dick and Harry starts taking selfies and uploading it in their Facebook profile. I was wondering if it was possible to take a selfie with a SLR, I would love to see someone do that and post a picture of that process.

You would rather spend your hard earned holidays visiting a new place and meeting new people rather than go back to your hometown to your annoying relatives and (un)well-wishers back home. They need to have a say on everything right from the brand of your underwear to the nationality of your boss. Another thing that happens to you at this time is that you become cynical and indifferent regarding anything and everything that happens around you.  Something is always f***ing beautiful and not beautiful to you anymore.  Earlier the choicest abuses were reserved for your native language but nowadays you improvise and start cursing in every language you know. 

The bottom line being that you are staring into a crisis of identity at this point of your life where you try to figure out what exactly you want from life. It is a phase where you no more care about what others think about you, all that matters to you right now is what you think about yourself. You are tired of being the good guy around and want to go crazy that’s all.  Everything that you do at this time would be illogical or even plain stupid to others. But in my opinion you should just go with the flow and do whatever your mind tells you.  Thereby you get to slay the dragons within you and maybe gradually grow out of it.

WAYUGM?

 DISCLAIMER :This post is a satirical take on the life and incidents around the life of a Tech Professional in his late 20’s. I have tried my level best to be as impersonal as possible resemblances with real life are purely co incidental. This post has to be taken in a lighter vein rather than as a serious work. The incidents described may or may not have any resemblance to real life incidents in the writer’s life even though the blog is written in first person.



When Are You Getting Married? is a question that I have been hearing a lot these days. Be it family friends colleagues relatives and all and sundry. Oh boy I miss being unemployed would be my first thought. To tell you the truth initially I was very happy to hear this the simple reason being that it felt good that people realised that you were fit enough to start a family. But after that initial period it started to piss me off. Whenever people start talking with me the end point would be my marriage. The moment I hear the dreaded M-word I would either switch the topic or get the hell out of there. So much so that I hate going for social gatherings these days.

Earlier when you go for a get together of your college mates or school mates only a minority were married and we bachelors use to gang up and start pulling their leg. But nowadays it is the other way round and the married guys would be making our life miserable. But there is always a comeback line for us when we say that we are going to party that night. I have noticed that it is your just married peers who would be nagging you the most by telling you to get hitched sooner than later. The fact being they can’t stand the thought of us being single and happy. There is also the other end of the spectrum who advice us to live life to the fullest and gradually settle down .

It is not that I am averse to get married or anything it is only that I am not too comfortable with the idea of an arranged marriage. How can two total strangers who hardly know each other go on and get hitched one fine day. Maybe it goes over my head when it comes to that let’s not get into that debate now.

Moving on let me talk about the psyche of a Malayalee girl to whom in all probability I would end up getting married to. She would be a huge fan of the evergreen heavyweight hero Mohanlal just like the 60 % of the state’s population but when it comes to a groom they want someone with the body of a Hrithik Roshan. And poor guys like me who are at the receiving end would have to give up almost everything including alcohol, tasty food and what not. And it does not end there it includes sweating it out at the gym hours on end. Hoping to at least to get a lightweight body whereby we don’t get chucked out of the marriage market just because of our weight. And having a sedentary job does not make our job in anyway easier.

Gone are the days when a good job was the only criterion for a groom . Nowadays a lot of factors come into play including habits like your drinking, smoking, partying, being a spendthrift, god fearing and the list is endless. So much so that a prospective groom can be rejected solely on the basis of what appears on his facebook wall. I have known countless instances where the guys have to tweak their FB pages so as to score brownie points in the eyes of a would be bride. I shudder to think what all young men like me have to go through to get a better half.

Without mentioning the role of matrimonial sites this piece would be incomplete .Today the first thing that young people and their parents do when they start looking for a match is to make an attractive profile in some well known site. I am totally uncomfortable with this idea it reignites my reservations about arranged marriage. All it takes for a guy like me is 2 months he needs to regularly workout become a teetotaller eat healthy at the end of it go to a professional photographer or at least someone who has the basic knowledge of photography and bang you have a kickass profile. Or if you are too lazy for that there is always photoshop to your rescue. Here you are marketing your fake ‘self’ rather than the real ‘you’ which I guess is too much of a manipulation for a serious thing like marriage.

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DISCLAIMER :This post is a satirical take on the life and incidents around the life of a Tech Professional in his late 20’s. I have tried my level best to be as impersonal as possible resemblances with real life are purely co incidental. This post has to be taken in a lighter vein rather than as a serious work. The incidents described may or may not have any resemblance to real life incidents in the writer’s life even though the blog is written in first person.




It’s ironic that this post is being written on Valentine’s day let’s say it was intentional in the first place.


Flash back – 10 years ago

I am hearing about Valentine ’s Day for the first time in my life. Its everywhere in the newspapers in the Television channels and what not. Incidentally I have absolutely no idea what it means the only thing that I could infer was it was a day of love. My consultation with an older friend of mine made it clear to me that it was celebration of someone special in your life. Alas! there is hardly anything I can do my interaction with fairer sex is the bare minimum and studying in a boy’s only school is also not helping my cause .Fair enough I’ll give this year a pass, next year I’ll be in college and I definitely will have a Valentine no worries.


Fast forward 1 year later

Have started to get the hang of a co-ed set up but nothing concrete has happened so far. All my trysts in this regard have been like dogs running after the cars that they have no intention of driving. But still I did not lose heart at least I have adjusted well to the new setting and have not been a bummer like countless of my friends who came from girls/boys only schools. It’s only a matter of time before something happens there is always a next time next year it is definite I say to myself.

But for some reason or the other the more I try the farther I go away from my goal. It’s like trying hard to hold sand in your fist the tighter you hold the more it slips out of your hand. But I didn’t lose heart. This ritual continued for some years and finally I grew tired of it and I said to myself screw Valentine’s day it’s not worth it.

Time passes on somewhere down the line after college I think that man is a social animal he needs a companion. Little do I realise that my first heart break is in the pipeline. I make the first proposal of my life to be promptly turned down. Man this is bad I say to myself the explanation is the usual stuff. “I have never seen you like that let’s remain friends”. Great! So much for friendship, oh common give me a break. It wasn’t easy as it sounds. It was my first time so it did take some time to recover from it. But I took it in a true sportsman spirit and moved on.

Luckily life changed a lot I started living on my own. I had far more things to worry than my first lost love. And moreover I was really busy. It was baby steps for me in the transition from a boy to a man. Gradually I got used to living alone and I was seeing people in relationships all around me as well as the former. And thanked my stars that I was single but deep inside me I yearned for companionship.

But alas again my romantic side took the better of me I think as time passes you end up where you started even if you never wanted to be there in the first place. The usual sequence of events started which culminates in the proposal and the heartbreak follows, no prizes for guessing. This time around the the catchphrase was “Even I have to feel it to right you can’t just hold a gun to my head and ask me to love you right “. Believe me guys this time around it wasn’t as hard as the first time, experience is indeed the best teacher.
As I was brooding over it I asked my close friend about it. He made an interesting observation I value his opinion very much because he himself is a player and a very successful one to. Dude you are a goody goody guy girls just see you as a go to guy when their going gets tough, in normal circumstances you are just nonexistent to them. For a change you should be mean. Oh right! I thought the next time around I will start acting mean when I am in a relationship. It reminded me of what Bruce Willis said in the latest Die Hard movie , Girls love to dig on your scars.

On an ending note once it so happened that one of my close friend had a pretty bad accident and I was visiting him in hospital he was pretty much bandaged up from head to toe . After seeing me and he requested us not to make him laugh because that would aggravate his pain. To which my friend retorted “let’s talk about Angelo’s love life which we all know is a tragedy”. To my amusement I found my bedridden friend in splits his folks were thankful to me saying that it was the first time that they saw him that happy after the accident. I think RIP my love life.

The Journey of Self Discovery

What does one do when one is tired of the fast life they are leading?

What does one do when he wants to get away from all the din and fury of the rat race called life?

What does one do when one wants to just unwind ?

What does one do when the mundane is too much to take?

If you are one who is bothered by these questions I would suggest just take a bag with 2 pairs of clothes and set out on a journey.The destination is not that important all that matters is the journey. It can be like meeting friend whom you had not met for a long time, catching up with an acquaintance whom you have only interacted via FB , visiting a new place, visiting a pilgrim center, a place where you had lived earlier or just some random place which you wanted to visit all along and couldn't get time and the like. Just make sure that the journey is long enough that you get ample amount of 'me' time to think and reflect.Taking a laptop or a smart phone is a strict no-no because you will defeat the whole purpose. During the course of the journey it is natural that you will be exposed to the elements which is in a way good because the thought of dealing with it would keep your mind occupied. You would be rudely thrown out of your comfort zone from the air conditioned workplace and your cosy bed to high temperatures and rickety seats of buses/trains. Since it is an unplanned trip things are bound to go wrong and that is the fun of it.

For those few days you will not worry about the deadlines to meet at work,the everyday responsibilities of your home and all and sundry. Your thoughts would go like where do I crash for the night, what would be the game plan if I get stranded in a big city at the dead of the night ,what if I oversleep and miss my early morning train back home owing to the exhaustion thanks to the incessant traveling of the past few days and what would be the backup plan then. People might wonder what is the use of all this if you still can't stop worrying but that is my point. It is an adult man's inherent nature to keep worrying, you just need to give your mind new things to worry about. Believe me guys it works and when you come back you are changed person.

I just undertook a journey where I traveled roughly 2000 miles(approx 3000kms) in about 4 days .It was to a city where for the first time I lived on my own after leaving the comforts of my home at the very beginning of my career. I met up with a close friend of mine after 6 years who had been my roomie at that time and spend some quality time with him.The reason to choose such a place could be varied for me maybe it was a personal tryst to make sense of the present that I visited a place in my past . Then I set out in the vicinity to a place I had never visited before and roamed around its streets with an acquaintance. When I came back to my life I was a changed man. I have to tell you this I have gone on trips before that were meticulously planned with no margin of error . This was a totally different ball game for me altogether and I loved it to the core, it was an enriching experience in totality. I would definitely do it again and also suggest to others to do the same.After coming back I did the math and was astounded to see that 60% of the time I was on the road.

So guys what are you waiting for just pack your bags and leave will ya!!!!

Happy tripping!!!!!!