Waves of my Life

People call me Swaroop, leaving all that stuff of ANNAPRAGADA bla bla.... into the downstream of Krishna (to be more specific, a river). My family was said to be the direct descendants of some sacred sapiens who used to call themselves as some X people(please don't question about X). In my childhood days, when I fell asleep, I used to wander along with tons of some set of dreams which filled colours to my nights. From my tender age, the same dreams made me sit without any other single second of thought in the night(not even sleep). Many days, I wondered what that set of dreams could be and I started thinking about it. Finally, one night gave me the crystal answer to which I got satisfied to the peaks. It's FLYING. Yes.... In addition to my mind, I wish my body to fly high. Then, I started counting the prerequisites. What all I need were just three things. WINGS, PASSION and SUPPORT.

Before flying, one more thing stuck my mind. The thing of serving. Serving only to my family (but mind you, the family of my country is large). So, the choice I had was to become a SUPERMAN, who serves his people, flying. I cannot expect myself to be SUPERnatural or some other kind of related heck. "Better to be a COMMON MAN than a super man", I thought.

But, I can't make my mind go in the way, other than flying. That resulted me to step towards AIR FORCE. By the time, I completed my 7th standard, may mind was locked. "Yes, I'm gonna step into it and fly high", the only thought that stirred my mind, that time. "Who the hell are you to decide...?", screamed my fate. It already entered into the mind of a person whom I admire the most(default case and loops infinitely) and that eventually changed my course. I was directed for IIT foundation course in my 8th standard. THE VERY FIRST KNOWN WAVE OF MY LIFE.

Waves are so inspiring.... Not that they always fall and rise, but everytime they fall, they fight back to rise....

I was afraid that NO might be the case for me. I was weak to fight but weakness didn't stop me to regain my lost chest. Tried and tried hard to make myself comfortable in that path so as to make my family feel happy that I was still under their guidance and control. But this baby is a freak-minded young masculine creature who thinks and paves a different route for himself. When my authorities (as I call) came to know about me, offending, they halted pushing further. From then, I didn't have another IIT foundation class till yet. CELEBRATION OF MY FIRST WAVE RISE....

After completion of SSC, I approached authorities to putforth my dreams for the first time, officially(till then, they read my dreams unofficially). Requested them for appearing NDA in the intermediate stage.... Reply was same as expected.... No.... That added ONE MORE SETBACK WAVE.... This time I better knew what I was and gave a hard knock(not physically) that explained my scenario. "I can satisfy you, people", was the phrase that marqueed in my mind. The way I behaved(with over confidence by looking at my young blood) to convince them may be rude, but my intentions were of high sensitivity. That made them feel defended and finally I received a word stating that I can appear only after Intermediate. Any water is better in desert. So, agreed. WAVES RISE again....

By the time I got all the authoritative permissions, my II yr Intermediate course came to an end that left me with an only chance of appearing for NDA. August 17, 2008 was declared as my exam date. With all my overflowing mixed emotions, I got through the written exams. First ever burst of my real success and happiness. Just by reading the Interview call letter (which I received after many days), my mind crossed the holy Ganges and reached SSB, Allahabad. My body went there on 3rd April, 2009.

While my head was looking ahead to Allahabad in the Train, my cell bumped out of the moving snake to watch Madhya Pradesh. I missed it very much. By the grace of (then) Capt. K. Viswanadham, would-be husband of my cousin (also a would-be bro of mine), Mythili (my inspiration to write all this crap and to maintain this so-called blog), I somehow managed to stay at Army Guest House in Ahld. Cantonment till 5th morning. My first vsit and stay at a place like Cantonment. The very thing there at the guest house was a conference call with my bro, Capt. Vishy and Myth. The words of the Capt. still rings in my ears which reads like, "There are Army Jawans who attend for each guest house. Remember, they serve the country. They should not be used for self purpose though they are meant to look after the guests. Hope you understand and act accordingly." With my filthy habit of cracking a counter to every person, I did the same with him about Army to which I got a double-countered response in a casual way. That is what I call, a Tit for Tat.

The day of 5th April, 2009 came for which I was eagerly waiting. After all the formalities completed, I made a move to my allotted dorm. Just imagine my spirits in an area like that. The next day started with a start of our SSB Interview Testings. Written test on Reasoning was the first task to accomplish. I did it. "Yahoo...!!!" is the word that described my accomplishment. Next was the exciting picture perception testing. I was told to write a story about the shown pic. I wrote one. Till then, I set my rising spirits, loose.

Did you ever observe the rise of wave at the time of a cyclone or a Tsunami...? Though it attains a greater height, the use is nothing but a void.

Same was the case. All my raised spirits devastated my dreams like a cyclone. For the first time in life, 6th April, 2009 tasted me a failure without my nano part of involvement in a mistake. That too, in a group discussion which I'm better at. CYCLONIC WAVE OF MY LIFE.... CRY was the only option seen. But I didn't. Actually, I shouldn't. "You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have." Keeping that in mind, I modified CRY to TRY. My greatest setback in life was followed by a counter heart-steady attitude, thanks to my mind.

After retreating home, I joined Engineering so as to get a bachelors degree. Now, my plan is in execution. After my B.Tech., I can make a series of attempts to enter into IAF through CDS. The possible stops for my attempts will be: Either I get selected or my eligibility criterion becomes unsatisfiable. Neither of them happens so easily as I'll show the hell how tough a passionate guy will be.

All the above lines (paragraphs, to say) were framed just to justify a single line.

"IF YOU PLEASURE YOURSELF IN RAIN, THEN MEND YOUR MIND TO STAND UNDER SUN AS WELL."