Often, we fail to see around us and notice that everyone has problems and often, we fail to look behind us and notice, that for so many, the situation is worse.
For me, failures have always knocked my door and I have learnt to welcome it with my open arms. After appearing the second time for my graduation examination I had failed again. I was heart broken because I had worked hard for it. My friends with whom I once shared the same class were way ahead of me.
My parents, who have always supported me in my every failure, advised me to get employed somewhere. I decided to go for a call centre interview. I was selected in one of the best call center around. I took my work seriously and worked hard. I, then started enjoy my work. I was earning good. My parents were happy for me. In the meanwhile I had started investing my money in shares. At one point of time I had invested heavily in shares, when there was a boom. Suddenly, the market crashed. I lost all my money. There were so many things at stake. After loosing all my money, there was no hope in sight, everything had come to a halt. I was really nervous about my career. For me things had come to an end. My parents supported me a lot even then I was very, very nervous. Being confident enough about the share market I had even borrowed money from my parents and friends. I had to return them their money. I was feeling helpless. Negative ideas had surrounded me and I was fighting to get out of it.
One day, alone in my house, I was indulging in my fearful thoughts. My future kept on troubling me. Just then, my mother’s best friend arrived. She was looking tensed. My mother curiously asked her the matter. She began to narrate the hardships they were going through to my mother. Her husband had raised about two lakh of rupees, at high interest rate, in order to buy a flat. Now, the builder, deep in his own trouble, was dillydallying. Every day her husband had to answer calls from the moneylenders and there was no way her husband could arrange for such a huge amount. She described how tensed her husband had become. She was in tears when she was telling her story. My mother, all the time was consoling and telling her that thing will be soon fine. Even before she had finished her story, our door bell rang, there came our maid. She had just returned from her native place. My mother was annoyed with her, because without informing she left for her native place. Even before my mother could ask anything she began to tell my mother why she had been to her village: her daughter, who had recently married, had to undergo a surgery. She described to mother her problems. She told that they had already borrowed enough money for her daughter’s marriage and now they had to spend about five thousand rupees, and narrate how they went about arranging it. All this time I was there, listening everything. Then I realized that each one of us had our own problems. Mine was a ‘big one’, for me. So were theirs, for them. After listening to their stories, my problem did not leave me. I was still very nervous. But, I did realize that, I was not alone, there were many who are surrounded with problems. I got up from my seat and went in the balcony. A fresh breeze played over my shoulders. Standing there and looking at the sky, I smiled, gently. There was lot of sunshine, outside.
KUNAL .S. PRASAD.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
THE POSTIVE SIDE OF LIFE
It is quite strange but we always tend to see the negative side of life. For us life is full of complaints. Some have with their family, some with their professors and some with their jobs. I was no exceptions. Like most of them I had complaints about my job.
After giving my graduation exams I started hunting for a good job. Actually rather than good job I was looking out for good money. Getting a job was not easy as I thought and my confusing educational graph made it more difficult. I had to struggle a lot but then I finally landed in one of the best company. My casual attitude accompanied along with me. I was put into training. We were a group of twenty people in a batch but the worst part about the group was that there were only two girls. Sitting in a training room seemed just like attending college. My trainer was a guy in his mid twenties. He was tall with fair complexion and always used to be neatly dressed. I’ve wonder how come these trainers manage to look so smart. The first two week was full of fun. I’d made a group of four boys. We had all our pranks ready for every day. Job looked so easy. At the end of my first two weeks I had to undergo a simple test but my trainer and my colleagues made it look as if I was sitting for a CAT exam. I finally cleared my test and the feeling which I got was the same, the one which we have when we clear our CAT exams. I was happier because this was the first time I had cleared my test in first attempt. From the third week my main training started and that is when I told myself “where am I?” not even in my wildest dream had I thought that I would be trained on a subjects which I once hated. It was about computers. But I believe that everything which we get in life has a good part as well as bad part and the good part was my new trainer. Her name was Sheryl Fernandez. She was one of those beautiful girls whom I had come across. When she used to walk in the room every boys eyes were glued on her. She must be in her mid twenties with an average height and a very fair complexion. She was so fair that even in a dark she would be quite visible and the best part was that her dressing sense was impeccable. She matched every outfit she wore. It was her beauty which pulled to the office for the third week but later even that couldn’t hold me. Now every morning I used to search out for some reason for not going to the office. Things were getting very sleepy in the training room. It made me glad to know that I was not alone who was getting bugged up with the boring training but the whole class was going under this trauma. Everybody’s attitude in the class was like they were being forced to sit. Sheryl noticed this attitude. She kept quite for few days but when she saw things being messed up she finally enquired that what was wrong and then there was a whole sack of complaints. She must have not answered so many questions in her whole life. There were twenty five of us in the class and everybody had at least two complain. She listened patiently to our complaints and said “why do we always have to look the negative side of life. With every negative side there also comes a positive side and if we look at the positive side there will be no complaints. Life is not just a bed of roses; everybody has his or her share of struggle which they themselves have to face. We all at least have a job. We come here, sit in an air conditioned room, get good salary, what more do we want from our jobs. There are people who are still searching for their livelihood. So always try being optimistic about what ever we do and see how things will work in our favor.” I was simply struck. Her words had melted me. Now I enjoy my job, I still do have some complaints but then I work hard to over come those complaints. Today I smile at my life and my life smiles at me.
KUNAL.S.PRASAD
After giving my graduation exams I started hunting for a good job. Actually rather than good job I was looking out for good money. Getting a job was not easy as I thought and my confusing educational graph made it more difficult. I had to struggle a lot but then I finally landed in one of the best company. My casual attitude accompanied along with me. I was put into training. We were a group of twenty people in a batch but the worst part about the group was that there were only two girls. Sitting in a training room seemed just like attending college. My trainer was a guy in his mid twenties. He was tall with fair complexion and always used to be neatly dressed. I’ve wonder how come these trainers manage to look so smart. The first two week was full of fun. I’d made a group of four boys. We had all our pranks ready for every day. Job looked so easy. At the end of my first two weeks I had to undergo a simple test but my trainer and my colleagues made it look as if I was sitting for a CAT exam. I finally cleared my test and the feeling which I got was the same, the one which we have when we clear our CAT exams. I was happier because this was the first time I had cleared my test in first attempt. From the third week my main training started and that is when I told myself “where am I?” not even in my wildest dream had I thought that I would be trained on a subjects which I once hated. It was about computers. But I believe that everything which we get in life has a good part as well as bad part and the good part was my new trainer. Her name was Sheryl Fernandez. She was one of those beautiful girls whom I had come across. When she used to walk in the room every boys eyes were glued on her. She must be in her mid twenties with an average height and a very fair complexion. She was so fair that even in a dark she would be quite visible and the best part was that her dressing sense was impeccable. She matched every outfit she wore. It was her beauty which pulled to the office for the third week but later even that couldn’t hold me. Now every morning I used to search out for some reason for not going to the office. Things were getting very sleepy in the training room. It made me glad to know that I was not alone who was getting bugged up with the boring training but the whole class was going under this trauma. Everybody’s attitude in the class was like they were being forced to sit. Sheryl noticed this attitude. She kept quite for few days but when she saw things being messed up she finally enquired that what was wrong and then there was a whole sack of complaints. She must have not answered so many questions in her whole life. There were twenty five of us in the class and everybody had at least two complain. She listened patiently to our complaints and said “why do we always have to look the negative side of life. With every negative side there also comes a positive side and if we look at the positive side there will be no complaints. Life is not just a bed of roses; everybody has his or her share of struggle which they themselves have to face. We all at least have a job. We come here, sit in an air conditioned room, get good salary, what more do we want from our jobs. There are people who are still searching for their livelihood. So always try being optimistic about what ever we do and see how things will work in our favor.” I was simply struck. Her words had melted me. Now I enjoy my job, I still do have some complaints but then I work hard to over come those complaints. Today I smile at my life and my life smiles at me.
KUNAL.S.PRASAD
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
MY MOST MEMORABLE CONVERSATION
Yesterday night was one of the most memorable nights of my life because not everyday we meet a young beautiful girl on internet to chat with. It was actually I saw this girl in my friend’s album on orkut. She looked quite photogenic. She had this wheatish complexion with a big round eyes looking at you and red hot lips as if waiting for a kiss. I found her so beautiful that I started checking her out more often. I enquired about her from my friend Pinky. She said that her name is Annie and is a student of mass media. Since I myself was involved in media I was thrilled to know that she was in the same stream. Priya said that she had shown Annie my album on orkut and Annie found it yaaaaks (ugly). I am certainly not good looking but my day is made if someone describes my looks as ‘slightly above average’. But then I have never had such experience of knowing such truth about myself. The same day I scrapped her “hi this is Kunal ........pinky was telling me that u found me yaaaaaaaaaks......” I was surfing the other day when I got her reply “hey...nice way of breaking the ice I must say.. So you probably know by now that I speak my heart out. Still interested in knowing me? This girl had got a lot of attitude and it was as if her friends were the most beautiful person on earth. I had to give it back to her and then there started one of the most memorable conversations or I would say argument I had till date. I thought she may not be interested in arguing with me since it was about my looks, if I had commented on her looks she would have probably taken my phone number and fired me, girls always wait for compliments no matter how they look. But to my surprise she seemed to be very much in mood to argue over the issue. “I guess you judge people looking at their faces” I scrapped “I don’t understand how does it matter to you, you don’t even know me…there are many people around who pass judgment on you everyday. You need to decide which one to consider and which one to just not bother about...And I believe its more important to listen to people who matter to you.” She replied back. She certainly seemed good with words. She made me keep my mouth shut for a moment but then I really had to hammer my head hard to find a strong line to give it back to her. “Great thought ...Yes there are many who pass judgment on me everyday but then I don’t get to know that judgment. And your judgment I got to know so it made me react” it made me feel great because I was striking her back in a full force and even she would have thought hard before replying me back. “So you think its worthwhile wasting time on my judgment” she scrapped to which I said “I think it’s worthwhile to improve myself on the basis of your judgment” For the first time I felt that even I am good with words and am the best when I argue. She was not ready to give up and even I was adamant. We kept on arguing, my fingers were tired and they needed some rest. But that didn’t make me stop. We kept arguing till late night. I was so much involved that I even forgot to have my dinner. My mom kept on shouting but it fell to deaf ears, I was busy typing. I was enjoying and I guess even she was excited. It had to end somewhere so finally it was me who took the initiative,” I have 99 friends in my orkut list. Would you like to be the 100th ? And I also like people who speak their hearts out” this time I sounded friendlier. To which she replied,” smart, sure would like to be your friend. So officially I say hi and nice to meet (argue) with you.” I felt that I have finally scored over her (my point of view), it was as if I would receive some kind of award for winning the argument. I took a sigh of relief. She had accepted me as a friends and it seemed like an achievement for me. Later I took her phone number and spoke to her. We both were in process of making a great friendship. Hope it shapes up well.
KUNAL.S.PRASAD
KUNAL.S.PRASAD
Thursday, February 7, 2008
FELL IN LOVE WITH HER IGNORANCE..
College love stories are always exciting. Mine was a one sided love but then I really enjoyed the way it was.
I remember her like it was yesterday and the beauty that captured my heart I will never forget. Her eyes, hair colour, face expressions were all beautiful. It was a beauty that I wanted to become part, but that didn’t happen. She had everything I ever seek for in a young beautiful girl. Her style was amazing how she match every outfit she wore. I had really fallen for her. She always used to be accompanied by a group of young beautiful girls. But what set her apart from others was her attitude. One fine day I was hanging around with my friends in the college campus when I saw her. One of my friends encouraged me to ask her for friendship. Little did I know that I would be turned down. Accepting my friendship proposal was far away, she did not even speak to me. It left me embarrassed. I started doing all the weird things to catch her attention but the only thing I got in return was ignorance. Her thoughts were making me restless after every passing day. Oh I wished she’d accept my proposal, I would have done anything and everything for her. When my friends got to know that I was really serious for her they tried everything to convince her in being my friend. But the words from my friend had fallen on deaf ears. Why she hated me so much? The reason was best known to her. It would hurt me every time I saw her knowing I can’t be her friend. She had no sympathy on how I felt about her. It was really hard for me to accept her ignorance. My friends advised me to get over all these crap and move ahead but I was in no mood to listen them. As days passed by I got to know her group girls. They were good and treated me as their friend. I thought I had a chance. I got her phone number from one of her friends. I messaged her. The next day I heard that she had broke up with her friend, the one who gave me the number. She disliked me like anything. I guess her ignorance was what that had attracted me. It was hard for me to digest that she did not want me to be her friend. My friends thought that I had gone insane. Deep inside my heart I always felt that one day she’ll surely come up to me to be my friend. I had all my lines ready for that day. Days went by and I never got any chance to say my lines. It was the last day of our college, she was looking beautiful in her lovely black dress. I wanted to give one more try and so I approached her. “Can I have the pleasure of being your friend” I said these words from the bottom of my heart. She looked at me and just went by, I was standing there alone with nothing left to say. I was heart broken. Things got blurred in front of me, my eyes were filled with tears. That day was the worst day of my life.Today almost two years has passed, where she is? What is she doing? I know nothing about her but then I still sometime try finding answer to why she did not wanted to be my friend? Was I not good enough for her or it was she who did not deserve my friendship.
KUNAL.S. PRASAD
I remember her like it was yesterday and the beauty that captured my heart I will never forget. Her eyes, hair colour, face expressions were all beautiful. It was a beauty that I wanted to become part, but that didn’t happen. She had everything I ever seek for in a young beautiful girl. Her style was amazing how she match every outfit she wore. I had really fallen for her. She always used to be accompanied by a group of young beautiful girls. But what set her apart from others was her attitude. One fine day I was hanging around with my friends in the college campus when I saw her. One of my friends encouraged me to ask her for friendship. Little did I know that I would be turned down. Accepting my friendship proposal was far away, she did not even speak to me. It left me embarrassed. I started doing all the weird things to catch her attention but the only thing I got in return was ignorance. Her thoughts were making me restless after every passing day. Oh I wished she’d accept my proposal, I would have done anything and everything for her. When my friends got to know that I was really serious for her they tried everything to convince her in being my friend. But the words from my friend had fallen on deaf ears. Why she hated me so much? The reason was best known to her. It would hurt me every time I saw her knowing I can’t be her friend. She had no sympathy on how I felt about her. It was really hard for me to accept her ignorance. My friends advised me to get over all these crap and move ahead but I was in no mood to listen them. As days passed by I got to know her group girls. They were good and treated me as their friend. I thought I had a chance. I got her phone number from one of her friends. I messaged her. The next day I heard that she had broke up with her friend, the one who gave me the number. She disliked me like anything. I guess her ignorance was what that had attracted me. It was hard for me to digest that she did not want me to be her friend. My friends thought that I had gone insane. Deep inside my heart I always felt that one day she’ll surely come up to me to be my friend. I had all my lines ready for that day. Days went by and I never got any chance to say my lines. It was the last day of our college, she was looking beautiful in her lovely black dress. I wanted to give one more try and so I approached her. “Can I have the pleasure of being your friend” I said these words from the bottom of my heart. She looked at me and just went by, I was standing there alone with nothing left to say. I was heart broken. Things got blurred in front of me, my eyes were filled with tears. That day was the worst day of my life.Today almost two years has passed, where she is? What is she doing? I know nothing about her but then I still sometime try finding answer to why she did not wanted to be my friend? Was I not good enough for her or it was she who did not deserve my friendship.
KUNAL.S. PRASAD
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
IT'S NEVER TOO LATE..
When we were young, we had dreams and expectations. We imagine things, we keep thinking about what we want to be, what we want to do, what makes us proud and happy and what we will become.
In school where everyone toyed with an idea of becoming a doctor, engineer, pilot, etc. I dreamt of becoming a journalist. Since I was always interested in writing it was an obvious choice for me. I believed writing allows a person to express himself which he may not be able to speak aloud. All my friend and teachers knew about my passion and they were confident enough of me meeting my goal someday. After passing out from school I decided to get into commerce stream following with two years of post graduation in journalism. I had planned my years in advance. My parents supported the idea and always motivated me. Things were doing well until I stepped in Degree College. This world totally seemed new to me. I would wonder if I could survive here, but as the days went by I had made a good number of friends. After the first term examinations all my friends decided to work part time so that they can fill their pockets with some extra cash. My parents were against the idea of working in such an early age, they wanted me to concentrate on my studies and therefore I was not permitted. They all got selected into one of the BPO’s. Meanwhile I continued with my writing stuff. When the second term started I could hardly find my friend in the college. They were all busy with their jobs and were not ready to resign. What made them stick over there was the amount money they were being paid. They worked the whole week and then partied on weekends. Even I was invited in couple of parties and it was real fun. Though we all were still in college, the fact was they were earning good money and in front of them I felt like an unemployed person. This sometime used to give me an inferior complex. I had started feeling restless and lonely in the college. Then there came a point when even I decided to join my friends. Even I wanted to earn and spend like them. I did not want to miss the party. My parents were not ready to give me the permission but with some heated discussion or I would say an argument they finally agreed. I got myself landed in the same BPO were my friends were. All of us worked very hard but partied even harder. Life seemed to be so easy. I was enjoying. Though my mother was happy, my father still seemed to be a bit annoyed but I hardly had time to make him understand. Days went by and it was close to three years since I had got employed. One fine day I received a mail from my school friend that a reunion is planned and every one is invited. The reunion had been scheduled in the evening in our school auditorium. Went I went in I saw all the grown up faces, they were all dressed up and looked wonderful. I greeted all my friends and my teachers who all were present. We all remembered our school days. Some memories brought us smile while some brought tears. Mrs.reshma, one of our teachers then came up with an idea. Everyone was supposed to tell what they did after they left their school. All of them were thrilled with the idea. Some had done their MBA and were working for MNC, some had done their medical, some were marketing managers, and some were doing their higher studies. It was my turn then, and as thought everyone expected me to be a journalist in one of the leading newspaper. All I did was stand in front of them and fumbled with words. I couldn’t say anything because I hadn’t still cleared my graduation exams. I had then realized that in chase of money and fun I forgot the way towards my goal. I had destroyed my career and dreams. After the reunion when everyone was leaving Mrs.reshma held me back and asked what I did after passing out from school. Something inside was prompting me to tell her my story and I found myself telling it without any defenses. I saw myself loosening up, becoming lighter and lighter in front of her. Tears were coming continuously while I was telling her my story. She did not talk much, only listened patiently and kept helping me to open more and more. In the end I had emptied everything. She then said, “You cannot change your past. Things do change, but it cannot really take away the dreams. We still have to dream on, to visualize our desire, our wants, our vision of our future, even when we are considered too old for such things.” Her words had really melted me down and I decided to start all over again and over come my dreams because it is always said that it is never too late to run behind your dreams.
KUNAL.S.PRASAD
In school where everyone toyed with an idea of becoming a doctor, engineer, pilot, etc. I dreamt of becoming a journalist. Since I was always interested in writing it was an obvious choice for me. I believed writing allows a person to express himself which he may not be able to speak aloud. All my friend and teachers knew about my passion and they were confident enough of me meeting my goal someday. After passing out from school I decided to get into commerce stream following with two years of post graduation in journalism. I had planned my years in advance. My parents supported the idea and always motivated me. Things were doing well until I stepped in Degree College. This world totally seemed new to me. I would wonder if I could survive here, but as the days went by I had made a good number of friends. After the first term examinations all my friends decided to work part time so that they can fill their pockets with some extra cash. My parents were against the idea of working in such an early age, they wanted me to concentrate on my studies and therefore I was not permitted. They all got selected into one of the BPO’s. Meanwhile I continued with my writing stuff. When the second term started I could hardly find my friend in the college. They were all busy with their jobs and were not ready to resign. What made them stick over there was the amount money they were being paid. They worked the whole week and then partied on weekends. Even I was invited in couple of parties and it was real fun. Though we all were still in college, the fact was they were earning good money and in front of them I felt like an unemployed person. This sometime used to give me an inferior complex. I had started feeling restless and lonely in the college. Then there came a point when even I decided to join my friends. Even I wanted to earn and spend like them. I did not want to miss the party. My parents were not ready to give me the permission but with some heated discussion or I would say an argument they finally agreed. I got myself landed in the same BPO were my friends were. All of us worked very hard but partied even harder. Life seemed to be so easy. I was enjoying. Though my mother was happy, my father still seemed to be a bit annoyed but I hardly had time to make him understand. Days went by and it was close to three years since I had got employed. One fine day I received a mail from my school friend that a reunion is planned and every one is invited. The reunion had been scheduled in the evening in our school auditorium. Went I went in I saw all the grown up faces, they were all dressed up and looked wonderful. I greeted all my friends and my teachers who all were present. We all remembered our school days. Some memories brought us smile while some brought tears. Mrs.reshma, one of our teachers then came up with an idea. Everyone was supposed to tell what they did after they left their school. All of them were thrilled with the idea. Some had done their MBA and were working for MNC, some had done their medical, some were marketing managers, and some were doing their higher studies. It was my turn then, and as thought everyone expected me to be a journalist in one of the leading newspaper. All I did was stand in front of them and fumbled with words. I couldn’t say anything because I hadn’t still cleared my graduation exams. I had then realized that in chase of money and fun I forgot the way towards my goal. I had destroyed my career and dreams. After the reunion when everyone was leaving Mrs.reshma held me back and asked what I did after passing out from school. Something inside was prompting me to tell her my story and I found myself telling it without any defenses. I saw myself loosening up, becoming lighter and lighter in front of her. Tears were coming continuously while I was telling her my story. She did not talk much, only listened patiently and kept helping me to open more and more. In the end I had emptied everything. She then said, “You cannot change your past. Things do change, but it cannot really take away the dreams. We still have to dream on, to visualize our desire, our wants, our vision of our future, even when we are considered too old for such things.” Her words had really melted me down and I decided to start all over again and over come my dreams because it is always said that it is never too late to run behind your dreams.
KUNAL.S.PRASAD
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