K N Prasad Std II

If you had come to my house some where around December 1990 this would have been the name board(well kind of atleast all written in chalk !!!) on the door. Well young me had got fed up with education, elocution, drawing and literature and thought it was the best in the interest of all that I get to the man's world sooner. Having made a decision, I just informed our family over the dinner. The emotions were on the expected lines, sister went on a laughing spree, mom ready to question if I had taken such a decision bcoz of another homework and a silent stare from dad. The wisest of us, my grand ma, gave an understanding look. Anyways as my family gave little importance to such an important decision, I decided to talk to our neighbour for a more man to man talk. Dear Uncle P, had a greater patience in hearing me out. He doled out all the good advise of how studying would help me earn better, get me in to bigger houses...and blah blah... Hang on. Nope I would not buzz and gave up on Uncle P aswell...Finally it was my grand ma, who thought it was a wise decision. Having bought me over, with a good ear for my ideas she said she would go and talk to dad on my behalf...Then she told me that there was only one problem which she saw. She had been to the factory and it needed that all the people who worked there needed to have shoes with size as big as dad's atleast. Else we would fall into the furnace....Hmmm I thought that sounds risky...anyways I still tried my fathers shoes and tried walking in the evening for a day or two...and then it was back to books, studies and horrible ranks... (ok that was the story till class V, when another event rocked my life in a positive way!!!)

Years down the lane when we saw the Dhara "Jalebi" ad probably everyone in K family had a smile on their face...I still love the way my grand ma could simply buy me out with a placebo....

I am fully sure that I am not a loner though in this story...quite a few who read must have been thru this... I know for sure that a frnd of mine ran away (ok only a few hundred meters and a few hours) from home when his father said "Get out".

Any ways all these skeletons tumbled out when I was looking for post mba career prospects... duh still job hunting after 17 years to when it began!!!

Luv
Prani