The Journey of Life of Viswas
Pathankot, Punjab; It was exactly 19:10, September 19, 1982, when I arrived on this planet, result of passionate love saga of a young man; 26 year old living in Meerut and a 19 year old girl living a luxurious life in Mumbai. Against all odds like a true bollywood movie J. K. Sharma, who happens to be my father was able to convince the Mumbai Seth of his love and got married to Alka, my mother.
So, this beautiful love story was blossoming until I was born. I was a blue baby. My parents were told that either you will lose the baby or take a chance for we will change his entire blood. They took the chance and thankfully I am here writing my life story.
They say I was the prince of childhood, my father being a well-known man I was pampered by the entire city. But one dreadful night, Operation Blue Star, My father’s hard work, some religious fundamentalist in god’s name burned his cloth shop. Don’t know how can god teach someone to kill. Hiding inside a timber truck we reached Meerut. And then began my family’s struggle for existence.
My father was jobless, my mother because was pursuing her graduation could not work, and those were the nights of hunger and despair. In adversity, my father taught me the most important lesson of my life. Even at the darkest of hour, rely on yourself and never give up, till your drop dead.” We fought against all odds, journey of rebuilding moved on from Meerut to Pune, to Dehradun, to Paonta Sahib, to Mumbai. Meanwhile, a sweet girl named Mudra, my sister on February 15, 1988, joined us.
As is life was playing funny games with us, my parents suddenly realized that they are not made for each other. It was 1997, I was on top of the world for I was meritorious in my class 10th boards and got government scholarship for studies only to realize that my parents are separating. My father left us, without saying anything he left us.
No reason, no message, no communication, he left us. I was searching him, did what all I could do but no use. It was March 1999, the worst day of my life till date. Two policemen took me to a railway track, showed a dead body to see if it is of my father. The incident left a painful scar on my life.
I took tuitions, earned, lead my family and fortunately got selected for National Defence Academy, although I cleared IIT entrance too but I opted the life as a soldier. It was Diwali of 2000, I was standing outside my house thinking about my father that he came back. I never have asked him about anything.
I loved being at NDA, life was adventurous, disciplined and amazing. Academy had friends, courage, parents and life, which I always wanted. But the morning of February 11, 2002 gave another turn to my life. I was on Academy run that I collapsed, operated and then medically boarded out of the academy. Although it was painful but no complains as what I got out of academy was much more than the price I paid for it. Respect of juniors, adulation of seniors, discipline, punctuality, courage, spirit and most importantly respect for lady.
The life outside academy was tough. I was helpless. I had no idea of what to do now. My family was financially dependent on me, my father was not with me, a younger sister to look after and my beloved Meenakshi, who was my source of inspiration decided to part ways.
But then, I read one book The Count of Monte Cristo and it gave me the strength to fight, I decided to move on. Did my post graduation, and luckily got a job in FIITJEE, a reputed corporate as an advertising executive. My hard work paid off and got promotions, adulations. Moved to another company ICFAI, as manager. I was making money; career was on track again.
The spirit of taking challenges in life has always made me do things that are crazy and adventurous. On the advice of my manager in ICFAI, I opted for journalism. I had always liked writing and luckily got through Times School of Journalism. Hence, I decided to give it my all and Here I am, writing the story of my life for you.
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