its those painful childhood days to be cherished.... :P

ya to say very frankly my childhood days were really painful..... u ll come to know why s t so.....!!!!! my parents, sister and i lived in a small house .... we were staying there temprovarily since my father was on his second mission for our own individual house ...... we got 2 plots together.... my father imagined BIG...!!!! and he was successful within 4 months.....

during our stay there a gal attempted me murder..!!! she was my own sister.... (poor gal she didn do anthing purposefully it was that i did.....) wen we were in that small house my father ll teach us rope tricks and tat enthued me..... and in those days "CAPTAIN VIJAYAGANTH" movies were famous......i was still more enthued by CAPTAIN'S stunts ........

so i make the strongest NOOSE KNOT......!!!!! it was well fitted in my neck :( and then i threw de other end of the rope through the hanger (it ll used for fixing cradles for childrens up in the celing)..... i climbed up the window near by.... then i called my sister...........

i told her to hold the rope tight..... and i planned for a jump and swing to the opposite window..... (all action heros are famous)........... boooommmmm......!!!! wen i made my attempt my sister was not able to hold it tight...... i fell down near a table.... stight bruishes... i was safe...... now i told my sister to hook the rope via the grills........ and then my second attempt to death ... :(

i made my jump..... i swung like a hero ..... but i went pale without blood flow.... was not able to shout out to my sister to release the rope......my sister was innocently wacthing me swing....... thank god my mom came that side...... still i remember her facial expressions.....!!!! i feel crying..... she ran upto me..... an held me up and very tight.... then she told my sister to loose the rope...... seeing my mother cry ..... my sister ran out shouting....

then its all our neighbours filled in a very small 10*10 room..... then i was safe..the story end.....shubam... mutrum........then wen de crowd cleared my mom gave me nice hot slaps.... then she took me to hospital..... then they said m suffering frm gud health and i came back home....

i coutinue......

in my 6th standard my scool conducted a small science exhibition..... which i was not at all interested... some how i was escaping from teachers.... but one fine day my head master caught me..... i was kneeling down in hot sun and he came to me and started advising me........ as usual mid way throu the advise i got a nice strong slap...... ....."this wat u were doing without listening me ??" he went angrily......

(i was watching an aeroplane up above the sky).......this incident brought me the spark in my life .... my goal ...my aim.... my every thing...... (ya aeronautical....)


then i seriously started off with doing an aero model made off card board...... i finished it in 2 days....... my head master saw my proj an he smiled at me and he said tapping my checks saying "IT REALLY WORKED AND HAS A GOOD EFFECT"....... i was too much inclined towards aeronautical and learnt a lot....... and i got much more interested when i came to know there will be airhostress in a passenger flight.......

it was during my 11th standard my school organised a national level science exhibition and the dates were fixed during the mid way of my 12th...... so they told us to finish our projects in the summer holidays....... it was 13 of us who really rocked the papers for those 3 days of our science exhibition......

guess wat !!!!! we did a real flying model which s remote controlled. our project estimate was around 1.5 lakhs ...... when we ppl said this in our homes literally we were flying out of our compunds..... one severe slap and one sentence "sit and prepare for board exam or no food"... my god it was not easy to convience our parents..... but finally we did they project and we had more then 20000 people to see us fly a craft..... i ll tell a separate story "THW MAKING OF JATAYU".....


by know u should have guessed me, my charater and my life style....... this is the START of my "LIFE"...........

LIFE IN A NUTSHELL....

"FOOLS LEARN BY THEMSELVES AND WISE LEARN FROM THE FOOLS"
I stand true for the saying...i m a fool...when i was young i didn listen to my mom wen she told nt to touch fire ,,,,..... also wen i sat on kitchen tables playing the cuttin knife... an so on .. so on..

Got the perfect name "disobedient student" when i was a student(14 yrs same name)...... but i did my part very as a student by studying well along with good atheletics and extra curricular....... when ever my parents met my teachers they all tell my good part in a sentence or two ..... then THEY LL START ........... "BUT he s disobedient and always has a better and conviencing reason for all he does ...... we dont like it (to my parents)... he s not attending his class regularly etc... (u ppl know those standard comments from teachers)"

so its party time for my parents(jus for fun.....) they ll sit hours together with me advising me to make me climb up to perfection.... still i remember them taking me to our peaceful garden and they start...... but i always get distracted by watching birds,kittens and street dogs... and they ll end their advise with a slap....."this wat u were doing without listening me ??"

i got the turning piont in my life when i was studying 6th standard.....

oh god i thought i could put my life in a nutshell..... sorry now i understand its not to be put up in a nutshelll......... but i think the nutshell ll surely blow out for me talking my 20 yrs on earth...
TO BE CONTINUED...