Confessions Of A
Formal education completely put me off-track. I knew something was not right with school, even before I had proof. Everyone in my class wanted to do engineering, or become a doctor, or join the Army. All I wanted to do, was to start a band and travel. A really bad idea at that time.
I ranked 28th in a class of 28 kids. Well, mostly. Occasionally, I may rise to 26th, but never above 25th. So that was school.
Living in a place like Dehradun (small place; I mean) became terrible after all my friends left for India’s top engineering colleges (and some for the NDA) and I started working for a band. I remember; how we would sing for many hours in hotel lobbies, restaurants, weddings, engagements, dance-balls…anything that paid us the sixty rupees a night we thought we deserved (This was the early nineties and sixty rupees went quite far).
I finally left Dehradun for college in Delhi, after being asked to leave my father’s house (no, I didn’t have a choice) and had an outstanding 37% attendance in college. Most teachers at college were ‘Rum Buddies' and traded favours, so I did finally get a degree in Hotel Management, with specialization in making Omelettes…LOL. The training kept me, and many of my future room-mates alive and well fed, for many years to come, and still comes handy when I need to survive on my own (which happens often). 😊
I attempted a variety of careers and jobs, did well (in a conventional way), made money, got sacked, found another job, made more money, kept running from one place to another, stayed confused, made some more money, lost all of it...and during all this...never really could connect with any specific 'job'. Retail, Sales, PR, Operations, Training, HR, Management; nothing made the heart say - "This is it".
Till one day, lightning struck, and the skies spoke. They spoke directly to me (I remember, I was there) and said - "What the hell are you doing in jobs that suck your life force out? Get Out! Get your life back! Now! ".
I followed the 'higher' orders, moved back to Dehradun, started a music and films business, bought a Royal Enfield Motorbike (Ram Pyari, then another called Dhanno and currently a BMW 310R called Surraiya Jaan), contacted all my old army buddies for cheap whiskey, and have never been happier. Thank God! Or whoever spoke with me that day.
I strongly recommend that you ignore my degrees and focus on my passions.
Cars, Bikes, Travel, Communication, Music, Outdoor Films, Voice Acting, Writing, Leadership Coaching, and Urdu Poetry. Not necessarily in that order, but it's all there. ;)
Oh! I love Whiskey, and my monologue ends here. I promise!
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