Not a prodigal son anymore

"It is safest to begin with the beginning"

This being one of my favourite opening lines I have kept aside for quite a long time.

After looking for numerous topics to start on my "blogging" expedition, I thought to ponder upon myself as the "starter" And Bingo! there I strat with a punch of sarcasm aimed only but myself.

I have been a confused kid, a little more confused in my college days and disgustingly more in days of university. Confusion regarding my life, what the hgell is "career", is money better than job satisfaction and what not.

This being the fact that I had my eyes set on a number of professions as my "ONLY" option of staying afloat in life.
This ranged from being an Egyptologist in search of half destroyed mommies, an astrobiologist madly searching for ETs in universe or a infamous film-maker inspired by likes of Ray, hrithik Ghotok or Akira Kurosawa or lastly a globe trotter funded by National geography with an SLR camera roaming the savannahs of Africa.

With all the confuison in my head that was already battered with a much bigger question - Do I ever pass the board exam I started walking the path trodden by million sof guys lik eme..."the usual way".

Board results were good enough that made me feel proud and earned few more ashirwads and rosogollas from my near, dear and diastant relatives not counting neighbours though.

End of all I chose Zoology as the "better" option that might have earned me name, fame, paisa-waisa. I might have thought of spending my time and jawani dissecting lizards, test tubes and bunsen burners and stumbling upon a discovery earning me a Noble at least!!

As readers might know this didn't happen. A series of more unfortunate events were lying in front of me. No sooner than 3 years I realized that research was not my cup of tea and I might have borrowed the cup from the nearby chaiwallah. Narrowly missing the first class in my grads, my university suddenly started acting as forster mother normally seen in Saas-bahu serials - "is ghar mein tumhare liye koi jagah nahi " sort of dialogues. Even the babus were rolling their eyes at me as if I am the latest serial killer and have a booty on my head.

It was perhaps the worst time of my life. Looking back at those days it seemed similar to the "struggle" days famous in bollywood masala films. It was then the idea that struck me...am i a prodigal son?