The unforgettable 45 minutes of my Life

In all of our lives there occurs an incident which teach us how hard a life on this earth can be. We always have a minimum of two choices to make in all those situations. One is to allow the situation to take control and let it win or take the situation under control and rise to win the race. I like to share one such incident which happened to me recently.

That was one fine saturday morning, I woke up from the trauma of the night before due to a bathetic notion, hoping and asuring myself for a great day. And there was one thing that already included in it from which I know I cannot take flight. It was my toefl exam. It was scheduled on 10.00 A.M and the reporting time was 9.30 A.M. In my bed I could picture myself laying upside down in an unfashioned way stressing my left eye to open. The clock in the far wall showed 6.30. With a mixed up cerebrating of peaceful as well as a rioting expectations I flicked up to the floor. I could find asking myself what happened last night and my image in the mirror gave an expression far too to be understood. After following the series of personal duties of a normal morning day, I sat in the sofa waiting for a sweet cup of coffee. Feeling the taste of coffee and its warmth in my throat, my hand made sure all my belongings which I had to carry for the exam is been took. With new energy and hope, I stepped out of my home at 8.00 A.M. I could hear me say "This is the day. Here we go".

It took me 15 minutes to reach the zone where the exam centre is. Because all I know about the location of the centre is its name and its address which says only the board number and the lane. I should say the lane runs for more than 5 kilometres and also one of the busiest road in Chennai!! Sometimes we say hope is the only thing that drives us. Its true but only thing is it has another side too. I was hoping I could find the centre in half an hour.  From the railway station to the lane it took me 10 minutes to walk. I had to begin my search there and reporting time was just 20 minutes away.

When I begun looking for the centre, I never hoped that I would face such a terrible day. Within a time limit of 20 minutes I was forced and was under pressure to find the centre. When I made the first enquiry, the man in his security uniform said that its in the far side of the lane 5 streets accross. I felt the joy of taking the exam while I was walking the lane. And when I reached there the centre was nowhere to be found. After that all I knew was I ended up enquring about 50 strangers and struting the same lane more than 5 times. The two sentences I heard was " I dont know" and " Its here somewhere, ask him (pointing to other ungodly human)". I ran past my reporting time. My watch showed 9.35. And I am in middle of the road, (with no cellphone, coz not allowed to carry during exam) in one of the busiest lane in chennai. All I saw was high buildings with decorated facades and small road side shops for tea. I stopped and looked around. For the first time in my life I was there with all my hopes lost and with no one to help. My reservoir for self encouragement and all my strength dried up completely. Simply lost in the middle of the road alone with a crucial exam to attend. It was the time my mind started playing game. All I could hear in my head was 

"U wont make it. No I will, U have faced many situations. U will not be allowed, I will beg them. What am I going to say to parents?. U r of no use and u r pathetic. I am not going back without writing the exam. U r doomed, U r a looser, No i am not."

The only thing that ran with hope was time. It was 9.45. I asked one thing, "Is this going to happen to me? Am i not capable of  facing this?" loud enough that a man five foot ahead can hear. All these years I have been in situations which cant be explained in words. Situations where you become your own enemy. I am not the only person who faces hard situations I know. There are people above and people below. But I dont know how many of them faced such a situation. The psycological webs that I built in these years in my mind, started filling my dried up reservoir. Somewhere inside I believed, I made my mind clear that I am going to make it. I prayed to God, "please help me mother". And I should say its not the last hope. It was the first hope of the next level. I found a man doing pooja to a small temple. I appraoched him. I was under impression it should be it. I will get it. I am going to God now. When I asked him, to my worry he said "I don't know". I was expecting to say myself that "I knew this would happen". But after a couple of enquiries, I FOUND THE CENTRE. After reaching there my head automatically tilted up and I could feel my lips smiling at the sky. Thank you God.

I went to centre at 9.50 A.M completely parched but with a hope born anew. I did my test well.

All I learnt is "Life is hard but its not permanent. Even in the deep abyss of the worries, there always lies a hope which needs to be found, which can give light even in the darkest of hours. To hope and to believe seems easy and it is. But standing by it needs a different level of maturity. And as the famous old saying goes, WHERE THERE IS A WILL, THERE IS ALWAYS A WAY. I learnt it was true. Miracles do occur.".

Thank you.

A tale of my time

Hi everyone. I have completed my 5th semester with all the satisfaction of heart and I thought I could probably write something about my experience in this semester. To begin with I should say it was not like the other semesters I had before. They were nothing more than a scheduled clock of our routine. But this last semester of mine was a mixture of that and with some other well mannered frivolities and pranks. It was a perfect realization of myself I should say if I had to be precise. Because I believe I had divulged in the self consciousness a long time back in my school days. The starting was much more like the previous semesters and the the way it moved was different. 
   As this happened to be my third and the most important year in the college life, I had to confine myself more to academic studies. That was my plan before the commencement. And my invoice told me I had to do much more than that. I had a feeling that I should do something which must be useful to me as well as to others. Like a flower whose presence makes a good home for some tiny living beings in this planet and helping all the way through. I first thought its too much for an ordinary student like me and again my invoice told me that I could do it if I believed in it. So started having faith in myself. And I came to know that trusting oneself does not require the mind and heart of a successful high profile persons. Each and every soul in this earth can do it. So coming back to my college life, interestingly professional subjects attracted me a lot one of which is High speed Aerodynamics. I got an expert teacher and a very kind person as himself for this subject who is also our Head of the Department. Under his guidance I could do well. I learned a lot both in terms of knowledge and wisdom behind the equations and logics. But I am sad to say that I never managed to get full marks in any of the test papers. At sometimes or other the question paper dominated me. And I also felt some pride in allowing it to dominate. It was a mixture of feelings for it. So then all the other subjects were also coming by and I looked good for myself. And things went on. And now looking at my social atmosphere, believe me I made a very good friendship with persons and my class mates to whom I have not even spoken a word in my past two years of my college life. And they are not one or two, I could get along with each and everyone in the class. It was always my dream to become friends with all my classmates. Get to know them, share their feelings and emotions. And I am very glad that I am a friend to all those in my class. I take this opportunity to thank every one of my friends for their kindness and their unresentful friendship. 

In the midst of this semester I got an opportunity to organize a class tour to Ooty. I am a guy who used to travel a lot in the name of tour with my family. So I am pretty much used to the nature of organizing which I gained by watching my kins doing it. So my heart told me that I could do it and it even enforced that is my responsibility to make sure everyone returns as happy as they can be.  But you know, things never happen the same way twice and as we planned. I was getting into my mind more quickly like I had to take all the responsibilities in and around on my two shoulders or so. Which ended up like I am over protecting them and all I found is I was not happy with made others not to be happy but not all the time. I found something was missing in the trip. Something in common. But then realized may be this is supposed to happen this way. I got my friends nearly from each and every corners of my country. It should be the other way in the trip but it was not. So excluding the odds the trip proved to be the best in my life and I almost felt like I was in my family. My friends were so kind and they are my hero's I should say. I learned a lot from them. I figured out responsibilities should not make one person sick and it should not get into your head. Each and every one has their own life philosophy and significance for them and that they are strong enough to take care of themselves.

Well every experience teaches you something worth in your life time, isn't it? It was one of them for me. And I got wised up a lot after that. So in the end I have managed to give good dinner to my folks after the trip. It was my unforgettable moment in my life. Handling two networks of my life, family and friends is the one of the things which I am of no good.   But surprisingly it went through without any timidness. After the trip my mom messaged me that she was very pleased in the I way I handled my kiths and kins and she said I am growing up to be a man. I was very glad to hear that from her. So those were the best moments in my whole life. Everyone remembers the trip with a lot of satisfaction and with great nostalgic remembrance. I too tasted my first beer there. Didn't like it though. Ha ha. The trip made our class to be more united than before. We were very pleased. The differences among us waned out in a dimmer light. Its so great to be a part of it. And the things were different then on. Everyone was happy during classes. Except for the days of exams!! I too found a bit of tiredness and a temporary state to carry on. For the goodness sake I got through. I did well in the internals. And I did something interesting too. In the early days of this semester I accidentally came across the most beautiful plane I have ever seen. It was the "Concorde". The world's only supersonic airliner. I was so excited about the characteristics and making of this plane and placed my time with it for days and days. All in the end I found having a compilation made by me about this marvelous piece of beauty. It was a work of my three months study. And I managed to place one of the copies of my first written book ever in my department's library. And I got a good support from one of my friends to help me through the language and editing of this book who was also a pro in English. I was inspired by that plane and I learned a lot. Again both in terms of knowledge and wisdom. It taught me that men can do anything in this world. Everything is possible by means of hard work and dedication. And what made this plane the most revered one , all  around the globe is people who built it, enjoyed their work. They loved it. They had put a lot of love in their work. And I also learned that without loving what you do and with the hard work alone, even success seems to be an odd thing. On reading the history I found most part of it was not knowledge oriented but it said a lot about about human values behind those lines. You may wonder what I am saying, but its true. To know more about this plane, visit www.concordesst.com. You may wonder it. 

My best moments

Proud moment when I took my parents to the stage after we danced for the farewell show of our batch.

We the Chera House celebrating the achievement of Cock-House Trophy for the year 2005-06.

Me in Kakki uniform ready for Independence Day Parade. This was taken in my room.....

My GSLV Model

Behind me is the model of GSLV Rocket with its MCC and umbilical cord. It was made in my 12th standard at Sainik School Amaravathi Nagar. Besides the construction ,I learn't a lot about thermocoal. I used to heat the knife and then do the work. If I heated it beyond some point the thermocoal will melt to larger distance than the required dimension. If i heat it low, all the fibers from it will stick to knife or blade. And it was really a tiresome work to build the base with thermocoals. I used nearly 40 pillars made of cardboard to withstand the weight of the whole structure. And for the rocket also mild thickness cardboard was used. So its really a hard worked project. But I enjoyed a lot working in that. That design was based on my vision on my visit to ISRO. It really pleases me to hear that it still stands there in my name.