His 12th standard exam results had been announced! He had secured 92 percentage! He was happy! Very happy! Now it was up to his mom and dad to make him join in a good college. His aspiration was to become an Architect. That was where his life was. And he knew it. He was a bright kid and was considered THE BEST in innovating new things. His idiosyncrasy was amazing. He wanted to do things his way. And wanted to do it perfect!
Playing tennis was his passion. Other than the normal things like reading story books, watching movies and hanging out with friends, he had a special liking to drawing various structures of his dream buildings. And he had even constructed a tower using just match sticks! He knew what he wanted. He knew his path. He knew how to live his life. He knew where his actions would take him to. And he was happy.
He was also an emotional guy who had a closed group of friends. He stuck with a few friends than to have a huge circle. Vinod and Ramya were his two best pals. They have been with him for nearly eight years. And they were more than just friends. They were together all the time; be it happiness or sorrow or anger. They used to fight because they loved each other so much! There was no boundary for their friendship. They lived like three lives inside one body. Each one couldn’t live without the other. They had other friends too. But those friendships had its limits. What these three shared was beyond one’s imagination. It was heights of pure love. It was their similar lines of thinking that bound them together.
Shiva’s home was the place you could find him most of the time. His mom and dad worked for the same firm. He had a younger brother doing his 9th grade. They were a good group. He spent a lot of time talking with his mom. His mom was his best friend at home. His attachment with his dad was hampered a bit because of his dad’s general attitude. They just wouldn’t gel together. His dad’s ideas were a complete contradiction to his. That used to put him off quite often and he decided to tell his dad minimal of things so that he could be able to maintain a healthy relationship without any bad feelings. His brother was at a lower plane in terms of thinking. And they didn’t make an attempt to know each other.
Shiva’s dad made him join a college of his choice. For Shiva though the college was just a stepping stone. A launching pad that he was going to use to launch himself into the sky! And he knew too well, HIS efforts would make him attain his goal and making use of what was available mattered a lot. He joined a college in the outskirts of the city. The college’s students were known for their notoriety. He was confident; their presence would not deter him from achieving his dream.
The first week at college was real hell for Shiva. He was ragged and tortured. He was forced to smoke and drink! Was made to strip in the classroom after forcing the girls out! He was beginning to hate it… But his determination kept his head above water. After a few days, it all settled and some sanity returned. Classes were interesting at times. But boring most of the times. Shiva’s idea of college life had been different to what he experienced.
He was a slow starter. And he found it difficult to make friends. He was afraid to make friends. He didn’t know whom to trust and whom not to. And for the first two months he stayed to himself. Talking occasionally when prompted. The bus journey to the college from home, and back home interested him most! He wanted time for his thoughts. He talked to himself all the time. For that he needed time and had to be away from everyone. Bus provided him just the right environment. When everyone were busy doing something, be it chatting, or reading a novel or sleeping or listening to their favourite track in their walkman, he spent time looking out of the window. He sought inner peace. He knew that mind was the architect behind all actions. Controlling it and understanding it meant he would not be disturbed by external factors. He knew his mind was too precious to be wasted. But he had been experiencing difficulties lately. One thought has been ‘pinging’ his mind frequently. He kept trying to force it away. But it just kept coming and was growing in magnitude. When he realized he wanted some outside help, he went to his two soul mates.
Playing tennis was his passion. Other than the normal things like reading story books, watching movies and hanging out with friends, he had a special liking to drawing various structures of his dream buildings. And he had even constructed a tower using just match sticks! He knew what he wanted. He knew his path. He knew how to live his life. He knew where his actions would take him to. And he was happy.
He was also an emotional guy who had a closed group of friends. He stuck with a few friends than to have a huge circle. Vinod and Ramya were his two best pals. They have been with him for nearly eight years. And they were more than just friends. They were together all the time; be it happiness or sorrow or anger. They used to fight because they loved each other so much! There was no boundary for their friendship. They lived like three lives inside one body. Each one couldn’t live without the other. They had other friends too. But those friendships had its limits. What these three shared was beyond one’s imagination. It was heights of pure love. It was their similar lines of thinking that bound them together.
Shiva’s home was the place you could find him most of the time. His mom and dad worked for the same firm. He had a younger brother doing his 9th grade. They were a good group. He spent a lot of time talking with his mom. His mom was his best friend at home. His attachment with his dad was hampered a bit because of his dad’s general attitude. They just wouldn’t gel together. His dad’s ideas were a complete contradiction to his. That used to put him off quite often and he decided to tell his dad minimal of things so that he could be able to maintain a healthy relationship without any bad feelings. His brother was at a lower plane in terms of thinking. And they didn’t make an attempt to know each other.
Shiva’s dad made him join a college of his choice. For Shiva though the college was just a stepping stone. A launching pad that he was going to use to launch himself into the sky! And he knew too well, HIS efforts would make him attain his goal and making use of what was available mattered a lot. He joined a college in the outskirts of the city. The college’s students were known for their notoriety. He was confident; their presence would not deter him from achieving his dream.
The first week at college was real hell for Shiva. He was ragged and tortured. He was forced to smoke and drink! Was made to strip in the classroom after forcing the girls out! He was beginning to hate it… But his determination kept his head above water. After a few days, it all settled and some sanity returned. Classes were interesting at times. But boring most of the times. Shiva’s idea of college life had been different to what he experienced.
He was a slow starter. And he found it difficult to make friends. He was afraid to make friends. He didn’t know whom to trust and whom not to. And for the first two months he stayed to himself. Talking occasionally when prompted. The bus journey to the college from home, and back home interested him most! He wanted time for his thoughts. He talked to himself all the time. For that he needed time and had to be away from everyone. Bus provided him just the right environment. When everyone were busy doing something, be it chatting, or reading a novel or sleeping or listening to their favourite track in their walkman, he spent time looking out of the window. He sought inner peace. He knew that mind was the architect behind all actions. Controlling it and understanding it meant he would not be disturbed by external factors. He knew his mind was too precious to be wasted. But he had been experiencing difficulties lately. One thought has been ‘pinging’ his mind frequently. He kept trying to force it away. But it just kept coming and was growing in magnitude. When he realized he wanted some outside help, he went to his two soul mates.
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Hi this is turning into quite a LONG story! I will have to come back and read the rest later, so I shall put you in my links. I dropped by at random, pressed "next blog" and there you were. I'm at
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