My Excogitation

Principles for me is something that should be followed even at a dying situation. I had been in situations where in I could have broken my principles and could have survived, but even at those situations I followed them and failed in my tasks. I still feel proud of those situations. I started to work after my studies. Today my principles are six feet under the earth surface . I was discussing during my tests and also shared information , but never ever copied from a book. I also had a principle that during exams I really tested my knowledge and never ever took any kind of info or help from my friends, even at the worst case. After becoming a corporate I have broken this just to survive. The work that I do should be recognized by others without me saying a single word about it. This is one of my few buried principles. In my current state without me boasting about my work, no one would even consider it as a work done. Here doing work is not at all important, only bragging about it is imp

On 22-April-2009, as usual I was returning back home from a hard day of work. I left the office at 6:15PM and reached my area at 8:00PM. I walked a bit and the rain started pouring heavily. I did not wanted to drench so I took shelter under a tree. I saw a kid on the road running away from his mom, who was shouting at him for drenching in rain. I kind of felt very very happy at that moment to see that kid. It all reminded me of my child hood where in I was staying in the house watching rain, looking for a chance to get out and get wet. Then I realized that my mom was not around anywhere and this was my chance to get wet, I started walking slowly in the rain. I was really drenched when I reached home. As always she was concerned about me and started scolding me. When I told her this short story, her scoldings became more.....

All i knew about my hand writing was during my exams. I had to write neatly coz the person who evaluates it must understand my answers. I always thought that's what all the hand writing was used for. Also hand writing meant that it is an art of writing with the hand and a writing instrument. But last week i came to know that it was not just some writing but it reflects one-self. On 14th April at some where around 22:59 hrs, my friend Lavanya asked me "Do you want to know yourself?". At first I was stunned and then was curious about how was she going to tell me about myself. So I thought lemme give a try. She asked me to get a sample of my handwriting. She also mentioned to write something about 2 to 3 paragraphs when I was in a good mood. I gave her my handwriting, I could only write two paragraphs somewhere around 15 lines. That evening when we met, she had got my handwriting analyzed. She had written down few points that Keshava (The expert in handwriting that I know) h