As a kid growing up, I remember giving my parents quite a tough time, especially my mother. And every time I would ask her, if you had a choice, would you opt for a different version of me or a different son ? . I dont think, I ever got an answer from her, but that didnt stop me from being stubborn and quite difficult to work with at times. At school also, I wasnt really a brilliant child, and I probably drove my dad nuts because I wasnt able to hang around for long at any school. I remember buying series of encyclopaedias, and all kinds of books, mostly reading stuff that wasnt really in my school syllabus, so although, I would get 100% marks when it comes to general knowledge but in other subjects, I was more or less Okish. I remember having class mates, who could remember page numbers and paragraphs, and get praised by the teachers, the same teachers who pretty much thought, I was simply wasting my parents time. I remember, telling my teachers, I dont know what you want me to know, but I am not interested in all that, and may be I am born in the wrong country. So I would go to BRITISH library using an Identity card made for dad, and spend hours studying things that werent relevant to what was being taught in my school. I made some pen pals, these were people writing for the magazines I would spend hours studying. I remember being in my room for hours going through various books I would pick up from the Library, and only getting out when my mom would ask me to come and have lunch. And while I was quite stupid at most things, I would say, I always felt at home being lost in my own mind and my imaginations. And there was no limit to it. I could go silent for days while being lost in my mind. And when I will run out of energy from all the thinking and imaginations, I would go ask my Mother for a hug to recharge my batteries, holding my mother in my arms always felt so peaceful. And I would say to her, Maa, I want to do something that requires me to fly or travel by air, and have friends all over the world who will become like my family, and when I die, I dont want to them to cry, but look at me with a smile on their face knowing that they can see a part of themselves in me, and Ill leave behind a part of me in, and with them, and take away a part of them with me. I want to die on the moon looking at the Earth with a smile on my face knowing that its where my people live, it is what nurtured me, and I want to be one with the Universe, and learn to look at the Earth and Humanity through the Universe. And if you miss me then just look at the moon, you will know your son is resting there. She would cry, but one day, she said, OK...I will let you go! And she did ! Today I am writing this post,and being able to share part of my journey so far only because my mother allowed me to pursue a journey into unknown which took me thousands of miles away from her, I believe she thought I may end being a pilot or an astronaut but it is by accident, I ended up doing whatever is it that I today. And in a way, by me running around the world, meeting people, making them a part of my extended family, learning from them is what I have wanted to do as a child, but I had no idea, it will happen through business. And I do hope that I will get a chance to exit this journey on the moon looking at the Earth and Humanity with a smile on my face, and wanting to hug the whole of humanity and say ....I am so proud of you all ! And to my team, friends and family, I would love to say, when you think of me just find that moon in the sky .......and thank you GRANDMA for this amazing experience.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 13:23:08 +0000
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