I was a boy, naughty, quarreling, careless, mediocre student, street cricketer and a boy who got regular shunting from dad for not getting marks in Hindi. I was 22 till day –before-yesterday.
I am, or I became bit reserved, got a kind of strive to understand every thing and every one around me. Some time people call that as dedication, commitment, hard work, but I say just need to learn.
I will be, a teacher. Yes, I will be doing the same working which my dad, mom, my school teacher, my lecturers, my carrier did for me. I will teach or educate children but not now, soon, will start that passion to teach.
I don’t know why, but I feel January 1st and 10th of May are two among all my special days, every year.
This time I was in Bangalore – Kadappa bus via Madanapalle, I was in semi-sleep and got to know my left thigh got a kind of vibration because of mobiles cry. Opened and unlocked, saw 4 missed call. It is 12:05 AM 05-10-2008. And I was Twenty Three. Soon bus went into Vodafone-non-coverage area.
That was another beautiful day. Got blessings and wishes from all beloved ones. Thank, god mom and dad for giving me such a beautiful day, friends and relatives.
And special thanks for every one for your wishes, on my b'day.
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