I’ve been blogging for roughly 3 years now. What started off
with a lame post on 10.06.09 has now ended up with 125 (lamer? Your call) posts including this one. 125 posts later, some
of my friends still feel that my best piece of work has to be the ‘ABOUT ME’
tab.
It reads like this:
Thinking about it, this could very well be one of my better pieces.
Getting to the point, in social status savvy India, if you hail from an orthodox family from Chennai, Tamil Nadu, the first thing that is drilled into your head is to study well and get into a good job. (I am skipping the ‘get married, have kids and make us grandparents’ part, just saving it for another post)
Fortunately though, my parents were a little different. For one, they decided on sticking to the government’s policy of ONE FAMILY, ONE CHILD. But more importantly, they let me choose what I wanted to be instead of pushing something down my throat. Point being said, they let me decide who I wanted to be.
But that was the easy part. Finding out what I wanted to become was the real struggle. Now I am not bragging here but I used to be good at a lot of things when I was young, like a LOT.
Sketching was something I was good at when I was a kid. Times have changed now, the society is opening up to alternate career choices so technically speaking, that could have been a good career option but there was one small problem; I couldn’t paint even if my life depended on it! And at that point of time, I didn’t know something called charcoal sketching existed. By the time I did come to know of it, I had stopped sketching.
I joined a cricket coaching camp in Kolkata when I was 8. Cricket runs in the family (Dad was a part of the junior Tamil Nadu side) so taking up cricket came as no surprise. When I was in class 7, I had a medical condition that forced me out of action for one whole year. That must have been 2010-11, the year of A.R.RAHMAN. To keep me from getting bored mom enrolled me in keyboard classes, yes you now know why. But music wasn’t really my thing, so I quit in 2006 when I realized that I just couldn’t juggle cricket, music classes and my 12th standard board exams!
Plan c was to become a chef (no surprises as to who’s decision that was, yours truly!) but when I started to dwelve deeper into the fundamentals of becoming a chef, I realized that there was one small problem- when you eat up half of the ingredients that are supposed to be part of the recipe, you don’t make a good chef. Considering old habits die hard, I decided to move to plan D.
Factually speaking, plan D was neither my parents’ nor my own idea. Remember that part where I said I was good at a lot of things, well that included studies too. So engineering I was pushed into. Given a choice, I would have preferred architecture but unfortunately, I didn’t have one back then. 6 yrs of engineering later, I can confidently say that I will NEVER become an actual engineer, the reason? I’ve missed more classes than I have attended.
Doing the math, I guess that leaves me with just one choice. Become a cricketer! But then, that is not why I chose cricket as my bread earner, it was because I truly loved the game. It was because every time I stepped onto the field, I knew that was what I was meant to be doing. Cricket as a profession, truth be told, I am still a long, long way from getting there but then life’s battles don’t always go to the stronger or faster man, more often than not the man who wins is the man who thinks he can!
Until next time,
ADIOS!
It reads like this:
Thinking about it, this could very well be one of my better pieces.
Getting to the point, in social status savvy India, if you hail from an orthodox family from Chennai, Tamil Nadu, the first thing that is drilled into your head is to study well and get into a good job. (I am skipping the ‘get married, have kids and make us grandparents’ part, just saving it for another post)
Fortunately though, my parents were a little different. For one, they decided on sticking to the government’s policy of ONE FAMILY, ONE CHILD. But more importantly, they let me choose what I wanted to be instead of pushing something down my throat. Point being said, they let me decide who I wanted to be.
But that was the easy part. Finding out what I wanted to become was the real struggle. Now I am not bragging here but I used to be good at a lot of things when I was young, like a LOT.
Sketching was something I was good at when I was a kid. Times have changed now, the society is opening up to alternate career choices so technically speaking, that could have been a good career option but there was one small problem; I couldn’t paint even if my life depended on it! And at that point of time, I didn’t know something called charcoal sketching existed. By the time I did come to know of it, I had stopped sketching.
I joined a cricket coaching camp in Kolkata when I was 8. Cricket runs in the family (Dad was a part of the junior Tamil Nadu side) so taking up cricket came as no surprise. When I was in class 7, I had a medical condition that forced me out of action for one whole year. That must have been 2010-11, the year of A.R.RAHMAN. To keep me from getting bored mom enrolled me in keyboard classes, yes you now know why. But music wasn’t really my thing, so I quit in 2006 when I realized that I just couldn’t juggle cricket, music classes and my 12th standard board exams!
Plan c was to become a chef (no surprises as to who’s decision that was, yours truly!) but when I started to dwelve deeper into the fundamentals of becoming a chef, I realized that there was one small problem- when you eat up half of the ingredients that are supposed to be part of the recipe, you don’t make a good chef. Considering old habits die hard, I decided to move to plan D.
Factually speaking, plan D was neither my parents’ nor my own idea. Remember that part where I said I was good at a lot of things, well that included studies too. So engineering I was pushed into. Given a choice, I would have preferred architecture but unfortunately, I didn’t have one back then. 6 yrs of engineering later, I can confidently say that I will NEVER become an actual engineer, the reason? I’ve missed more classes than I have attended.
Doing the math, I guess that leaves me with just one choice. Become a cricketer! But then, that is not why I chose cricket as my bread earner, it was because I truly loved the game. It was because every time I stepped onto the field, I knew that was what I was meant to be doing. Cricket as a profession, truth be told, I am still a long, long way from getting there but then life’s battles don’t always go to the stronger or faster man, more often than not the man who wins is the man who thinks he can!
Until next time,
ADIOS!
