The Resolute Assamese - Pilot Post

Here is a brief introduction of me just in case you wish to acquaint yourself with the author of this blog who rambles about anything and everything. If you have no such desire to do so, you may please skip this paragraph and jump to the next one. Well, if there is a next paragraph I mean. I come from the beautiful green valley surrounded by the brown hills and the green trees, where the sun rises while the rest of India sleeps, where chickens still perform their duties as alarm clocks despite being slaughtered in masses every day. I come from the uneven land of Assam. I rise every morning to the whistle of the Rajdhani Express gearing up for its journey to the capital of our country. The train that I took when I went to Surat for the very first time. The very first time I was out of my home, away from my parents. Its been 5 years since that time and the smell of my roots still linger asking me to return and be in its grace. As I get ready to embark on another journey of my life and leave home for a greater cause to facilitate my return back to my roots, I have a few dried tear droplets on my cheeks.  Forgive me, what started as my introduction is now going someplace else. As I was saying, I hail from the beautiful state of Assam and had grown up falling and running in the green fields under the sun. Though there had never been a cricketer from our place to make it to the national team, we used to be die hard lunatics of the game and play it until the eyes couldn’t sense the ball. We never really cared if Sachin scored a century but would scowl when the other locality’s team would thrash us in the game. We had to walk through muddy, slippery roads to catch the bus to school. I have studied in 4 different schools till my 12^th. The lowest time period I spent in any school was a month. It was my first year at school at the age of 3 and a half, and within a month I get thrown out of the school because the teachers and the principal opined there was no room for a dumb student like me in their prestigious school. Now that I look at it, it was the best thing to have happened to me in life. I will surely pen down its beneficial effects some day. I got glasses at the age of 11. They were so thick that they sent shivers in normal people who tried to experiment with them. I got the name “Geek” due to them. They believed people with glasses are only meant for reading those huge books. It took a kick off the left leg into the goal of our senior’s team to shun the myth that “batteries” can’t win matches for you. Time passed and going against the wishes of everyone, I joined Engineering in a far away land, the land that is now destined to be my second home for another two years or maybe more, who knows. Well, that’s about me. I hope to keep on writing about life, events and other stuff in this blog. As the title goes, I’m as amateur as an amateur can be. Let’s see where it all leads. As I always say, let there be hope.