Travelogue of an Itinerant Mind

I have never resisted life, as it happened to me. Like a fluid takes the path of least resistance, my life has almost always taken the path of least resistance. I studied in 3 schools in 1st 10 years (from Class-1 to 10) of my academic life, and by default these schools were chosen based on their proximity to my house. Although there was an entrance examination for Class-VI in our school, it was a certainty that I would crack it. Getting admission to a government college for 10+2 in the town where I lived was also certain based on my 10th mark and other available options were not even considered.  First serious time for decision making in academics came during the choice of subjects, whether to take Biology or Statistics along with Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics, when I was joining 10th+2. It was based on what I wanted to became. If I wanted to became a doctor then Biology is a must and if engineer then it is ideal if I take Statistics along with PCM. Like every middle class f...

Like every child, learning to ride a bicycle was particularly a happy moment for me. Initially while learning, I tried with my father's cycle. It was an old design Hero Cycle. Since the height of the cycle was greater than mine, balancing it was difficult. My left hand controlled the handle and the right one balanced the body weight by holding the cross bar while the armpit rested on the cycle's seat. Initially only one pedal was used by the right foot and the other foot was used for multiple purpose like for support as well as a braking medium in emergency. This arrangement was not particularly a stable one to ride and resulted in frequent falls and resultant scars. On one occasion, while riding the bicycle on a slope on the road towards the river, I had a very bad fall and my right shin bone had a big swelling after it hit a stone. Since I was not able to walk for few days, my mother used to carry me in her arms to the school and back. The wound has left a scar, which is stil...