Life's Googlies

We all make plans in life but uparwala or the alimighty has different plans for everyone. You start every day with the thought that today you will hit a century but he throws a googly at you and in some cases you prepare for the worst but he does something for you that puts a smile on your face. 

My life is no different either. Unlike most children who love going to school I hated school, I just hated it from the bottom of my heart. Reason I would like to believe is that my parents put me in school when I was too young, because I started talking when I was just 1 years old by the time I was 2 I knew all the rhymes and the standard answers to "what's your name?" "how old are you" "what's your parents name" and of course, "who do you love more, mommy or daddy?" Like most parents mine also thought I was the best thing to happen to the world after "Einstien" so they pulled some strings and put me into school a few days before I turned 3. The year was 1985 - now I was told that all you do in school is make friends and play with other kids of your age. When I reached school I realized that they comfortably forgot to tell me that there would be a teacher in school who would shhhshh me the moment I opened my mouth. I was also introduced to a sentence 'finger on your lips' and the concept of WRITING. No points for guessing I hated both. I refused to write, I would tell my teachers "Miss I will say all the answers you write it for me."

At that time I lived with my aunt, she would come to pick me from school and every day after school she would sit down with other kids from my class and take down notes. Because I just refused to write. We had an exam at the year end and while I got full marks in all the oral exams I failed the writing exams - because of course I didn't write (seeds of a rebel were sown much early in life). My school wanted me to sit through my Jr. kg or L Kg or Pre Kg - and my family was disappointed, all their dreams of having the next Einstien in their family were broken. My mom requested my teacher to consider me and they agreed to have a re-exam - but there was a hitch. I would have to clear the written exam in order to be promoted to the next class. My mom emotionally blackmailed me into writing at least something in the answer paper. Results were out and I had passed -the family was happy and so was the teacher that she had gotten rid off me. 

This story has become a family joke today, reason something that I hated as a child eventually went on to become my passion. Yes, I ended up becoming a journalist and my only passion in life today is writing. Writing without bounds, writing anything that comes to my mind..... 

So you can see the googly he threw it me, But I'm glad for this one....I wonder what next?