Dreams Interrupted
With the kind of contacts I had back then, I wanted to be
the marketing face of a new start up I was planning with my friends. I had
applied for IGNOU’s study centre in Bokaro and I was hopeful of getting that
(actually I got it in early months of 2007).
I remember
I was hit when I was least prepared. I could not recollect
anything but the pain of head bleeding profusely. I remember a stranger, a god
sent saviour, auto driver Sanjay Singh who requested his passengers to get down, take other auto so that he could take me to nearby hospital opposite St Xavier College in Ranchi.
I remember
Faces of my parents, family members, uncle and aunt who love me more
than their child. I remember rage, anger, strong feeling of revenge. The trauma, the realization of lingering outcome of the brain injury, I
remember who directed me to come to Delhi to pursue career. I remember my lacklustre
start of my second innings with Indian Retail School which was later merged
with its parent company, Pearl Academy.
I remember
Transferring that pain, anger on the closed ones. I remember
what a selfless institution did to help me recover, repair the damages. In profession I
came across a few awesome personalities, fiery and head straight. I remember deciding to start afresh, accepting the current situation and deciding
to move on, resolving to reclaim against odds. I remember recollecting my energies and focusing again to live my
dream.
I do have anger but you ask which one I would choose, punishing those who were guilty or returning good to those who did good to me,
I will beyond doubt choose the latter always.
