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

All that I am is because of one august educational institution. When I say institution, I mean every one who became a part of my life during my  school days -  Rev. Fr. Raphael, Ms. Winnie Isaac, the rest of my teachers and classmates.  Some have passed, some have moved on and some 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 donned different caps and had to clear two competitive exams as of date - the Airman Selection Exam  in 1985 and the Combined Graduate Level Exam in 2012 besides a host of interviews - 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 atter of other subjects which were a part of my school syllabus stood by me through thick and thin kept my head above the water ensuring  my Puttu and Kadala.  

In the professions I have been a part of except that of a copywriter (would have continued in that profession if it hadn't been for the meddlers), there were always set procedures and methods. To do justice to the work, all one needed 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 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 till date what I hold close to my heart are the memories of those whom I befriended in the precincts of my Alma Mater: ST JOHN DE BRITTO ANGLO-INDIAN BOYS HIGH SCHOOL, FORT COCHIN

…and life goes on.