Your Friendly Philosopher & Guide

My teacher’s house was 1-hour ride from my house, and the class started at 6 am everyday. Thanks to God, I could reach their on time most of the times. And after the class it was office from 10 am to 6 pm. This 2-hour bike ride was the most important thing that happened to me while learning astrology. In the morning while going, I would have many questions in my mind, which my teacher will answer one by one – WITHOUT EVEN ME ASKING HIM! And while coming back I will relate whatever he said to my personal life, and others lives whom I know. And the patterns used to work out perfectly.

While riding back once, I was rewinding my life……

Right from my childhood my father had been a terror to me. He looked scary (at least to me), his voice was scary, and he hardly expressed his love to me. I am not blaming him, just that I didn’t belong to the generation, where fathers expressed love to their children. They were more bothered about discipline, strictness and in providing support & security to the family. In fact I used to pee in my pants till the age of 10, whenever he shouted at me.

Later in schools, though I was ok at studies, I never got attached to any of the teachers. I would find many getting very close to teachers, and having a ball of a time. May be I never knew how to behave with elderly people. Or probably elders or teachers could not accept my outlook or attitude. I am not sure….

And this continued in college too…I was asked to get out from the first Chemistry practical class.. and the reason was - I forgot to carry a pen. In mere frustrations – I stepped out, and walked some 12 kms to reach the bus stand to catch a bus back home. That incident lingered in my mind for 3-4 days, and I took 2 days off too. And this was one of the menial things that hit me like a rock. And that was not over.

One of my Chemistry professors told me that – you will never pass out your degree, and it is a challenge, and another professor told me to concentrate more on studies than dressing – those were the days, when I would not go to college if my shirt was not ironed. Out of 42, I was among the 15 students who passed out Bsc without a single arrear. And out of some 800 students who attended campus interview organized by Titan Industry (considered to be one of the biggest those days), I was among the 5 students who were selected from whole of PSG Arts College, Coimbatore.

This continued …..while doing my MA my HOD wasn’t happy with my relationship with girls. With 12 girls, and 5 boys in the class, I was always spotted with girls - sometimes with one, and sometimes with many. My HOD had commented a lot of times – asking me concentrate more on studies, and not on girls, and that these girls will leave you very soon. To be honest, I preferred the company of women over men. And even today – 80 per cent of my clients are women!

The last thing I remember about my HOD is that he threw my project report on my face saying, “what kind of project is this?” I stood there with tears in my eyes, and thank God my girl friend was there to console me. (a year back when my interview was published in Business World magazine, I got a mail from the same HOD saying – we are happy that you are doing well in your life)

To be continued…..