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INTRODUCTION
I am an ex-army officer from the Indian Army and currently a student in 2
nd
year of PGP atIIM Ahmedabad. Life has played a sine curve on my storyline with both the positive andnegative peaks at extreme ends.
There have been critical moments in which I‟ve asked myself “Why Me?” and times when I‟ve
exclaimed,
“Lucky me”.
After my accident I went aboutrebinding
the torn pages of my life and decided that it‟s not
just the destination, but also the journey that i
s important. Life is iffy, so not only will I strive to achieve what I aim for, I‟ll„live‟ life while doing it. The following autobiography is an attempt
to look into the pages of my life till now and delve upon thoughts for the future.
EARLY YEARS
I was born in Jabalpur (Madhya Pradesh), on 18 October 1980. I belong to an Army background and hence we kept travelling every 2-3 years. My father was posted in a fieldstation that time and being the only kid, I somehow remember enjoying a lot of attentionfrom other officer
s‟ families posted there
(so, the black & white pictures say). After my
younger sister was born four years hence, as expected I didn‟t like
the sudden change in theshare of attention. That however changed over time and I was always the big brother to her.
There was never a pressure on either of us from parents‟ side to excel in academics but we
did considerably well on our own. Mom held the figure of constant nudging, to ensure thatwe do well while dad was the silent teacher as far as academics was concerned. I fondlyremember the warnings mom used to give whenever I was caught napping on my study table;
that at this rate I‟ll end up owning a
bakery shop,
and that way we‟ll at least get free bread.
Mom was a very good singer and I inherited the basic music sense from her. Tried my handsat various instruments as a child- Tabla, Banjo, Synthesizer, etc. and I have now moved intosinging. In class 5
th
, felt the pressure of performance for the first time in a very trivial way. Ina party organised at our home, dad asked me to play some song on the banjo. There was a
feeling of „what if it goes wrong‟, though at that time I could play it even in da
rkness.Luckily things
went off well and I could feel the sense of pride in dad‟s eyes.
On summer holidays we used to go to our hometown once a year, where all my cousins were living. Itused to be a good family get-together with 5 families staying under one roof (multi-storiedone though). My close cousins were one of my closest friends since every 2-3 yrs, we kept onchanging places and every time there were new faces and new friends to be made. Dad was in
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Hats off Rajat... Am proud to be your friend and ex-colleague :)
That's one very effective piece from the movie Sunil; appreciate your sharing it here. Thanks, definitely...why not. Rajat
Hi Rajat, Your autobiography reminds me of a few lines from the movie "Rocky Balboa", where Sylvester Stallone tells his young son,"The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that!". I would really appreciate it if we can be friends. Thanks, Sunil
Thanks a lot buddy !!
absolutely wonderful,inspiring and a must read i salute u captain