I am just a destiny's child, blessed but.

All that I am today - though ain't much - is because of one august educational institution. And, when I say institution, I mean every one who became a part of my life during my school days - Rev. Fr. Raphael, Ms. Winnie Isaacs, the rest of my teachers and classmates. Some have passed, some have moved on and some of my mates are still creating ruckus in the group by bickering and bantering, which I feel, some of us will never outgrow.  

As far as academics were concerned, I didn't have any aim, my dad had and I disappointed him. But life had other plans and circumstances thrust goals on me. And to achieve those, I assumed many roles on a wing and a prayer.

Most of what I learnt in the school syllabus and later during my intermediate and graduation days at Cawnpore have not been used till date and have been conveniently shelved (perhaps for use in the next life). But who cares? The Radiant Reader, Shakespeare, poems, prose and a smatter of tidbits imbibed from my school days stood by me through thick and thin, kept my head above water and ensured my daily Puttu and Kadala.  

The professions that I have been a part of except for copywriting - would have continued in that profession if it hadn't been for the meddlers - had standard operational procedures, rules and British established methods. To do justice to the work, all one had to do was study and follow them to the dot . And, that’s exactly what I did, coupled with all that I’d absorbed from my school days.

There's an old saying that even monkeys can learn to fly given the time. Therefore for an average, belligerent arsehole, sometimes selfish, at times fun loving, adventurous and mostly scared guy like me….the proverb stands justified. But, what I hold close to my heart are the memories of those whom I befriended, my mentors and the awareness gained in the precincts of my Alma Mater: ST JOHN DE BRITTO ANGLO-INDIAN BOYS HIGH SCHOOL, FORT COCHIN

…and life goes on.