Everyday is a short story...

Everyday in our life is like a short story, Thought I should give you some background about me. Born in Chennai (previously called as Madras) in India was the first best thing happened to me. City life in India is completely different to what people see in TV and what they think about India and to be born in a family where are lot of creativity and self dependencies… man that’s a gift.

My Dad is a Novelist who won his National award (out of billion people) in 2000 for his Novel “Vesaranai Commission” translates to “Investigation Committee”. I also won my Tamil Nadu state award (jus out of 6 million people) in the same year for my painting “space in space”.

Painting, yes I use to do painting. I did my Bachelors in Fine Arts, majoring Painting. After that joined Masters in Fine Arts in the same college (College of Arts and Crafts, Chennai). Its very old college began in 1857.

Funny how I got into this college, after finish Higher Secondary with obviously just below 1st class (70%), I got 68% not because I didn’t study well, just because I did not cheat enough. Yup I am not good in studies and I was never interested in studies. This was the reason why I was not able to join Cinematography in Film Institute. You have get 1st class, 1st attempt.

There goes my Dad’s dream of his second Cameraman son, and my mom well she stopped dreaming about her kid’s future when my brother flunked in his 12th grade. She wanted him to be an engineer, later realized they will who ever they are according to their destiny rather what she wants.

Not really disappointed in anything happening around me, I planned for my future with my current skill set at 17. They are as follow, I can drive, like to cook mmmm… what else. NOTHING ELSE. Since I thought my English was little better then others, I wanted to join BA English literature and guess what, I did.

My dad asked me “Is this what you really want to do?” my answer was a yes because Eng Lit was the easiest degree to get.

Next month he had to leave to Andhra (Neighboring state) for his job. He called me one day and said “Why don’t you apply in College of Arts” and learn painting. Not many dads ask their sons to join in Arts College.

Guess what my reply was….
As any other teen it was a big NO. Four years in college are you joking. I was back in my English class and this college is known for their gangs, fights, burning public property and what not. Couple of day in college a gang approached me and took me to identify my high school Math teacher and when I did, they started hitting the poor guy. At that point I did not feel bad because I hated Math’s and him. But later realized that it was wrong and I would not do anything like that ever again.

My dad saw something more me which I didn’t. After asking my mom to talk to me about joining the Arts College and which she did. I went and applied in 2 colleges for Visual Communication and Painting. Visual Communication in Loyola College was the hottest thing at that time. About 1000 people applied and I got through to final 40. Then the personal interview begin with the
1st question : Can we ask question in Chemistry?
2. Can we ask question in Physics?
My standard answer was NO, somehow during the process I lost interest in the whole Visual communication and I did not make it to the final class.

The very first day I went to get the application in College of Arts & Crafts. I saw few 5th year students in the college even though the college was closed they were hanging out and harassing people who are there to get application forms.

What happened then…