Dreams and Destiny

Unlearning the learning, I’m trying to redefine what success could mean to me. Maybe this could give solace to my lifelong ambition followed by a beatdown feeling of being unable to study medicine, or should I say missing it by a whisker that made it an even worse episode that aghast my life?

My husband did offer me the chance to pursue that line of education even now, being a mother, which I don’t think is the right time- but to my utter surprise and divine intervention, I happened to chat with my favourite Botany teacher, Kumar Raja, sir, who taught me botany for over five years and mentored me the whole time, shared the fact that he and his family expected I would come round holding a stethoscope and emerge as a fabulous doctor. He was shocked to hear otherwise and offered to train me NOW- even after two decades; he has the confidence that I could do it– That confidence my teacher had in me makes me feel content, and all those tears that recently have been hiding have flown, releasing me of this defeated attitude that I assumed I could never overcome.

That’s destiny. Failures don’t always depict a lack of sincere attempt but may result from destiny. This failure taught me perseverance, to understand human behaviour, and that life is not a bed of roses– everything always comes with a fight to me- I’m a proud fighter.

 At this juncture, I have to take a moment to express my gratitude for the stature of our Kumar Raja sir, who hailed from a middle-class family and offered free tuition to aspiring students and, at times, his family sharing some delicacies they cooked with all the students. This was when education had become a complete business product in India. Watching a mentor be so full of morals and ethics has imprinted the same values in me. My parents offered free meals to students who couldn’t afford two meals a day, but that was when human values and empathy were still at their peak. Again, taking me by surprise, my parents still offer the same for students in need to date. I consider the age I grew up as golden- a true amalgamation of rich family & cultural values and those baby steps toward the e-world.

Those who know me as a teenager remember me as a sole fighter who sincerely tried to clear one entrance test that could have blessed me with stepping foot in the college of my dreams – Andhra Medical College. This college is not far- 50 km away from my parents and the place I travelled to every day for my master’s internship or to visit friends and relatives even now. But, to date, never could I embrace the ambience of the prestigious medical college, which produced wonderful doctors who are saving lives day in and out all over the world. 

Foolish, I was not to accept other branches of medicine on other campuses but kept my vain eye on medicine at AMC. Or that was the fate, and I had to accept it unwillingly.

Unwavering support from my parents and family rebuilt me. They were never disappointed or expressed displeasure with my choices. But they accepted me as I am. Many insults came in the face of revenge from unknowns, but those silent hearts in the form of friends and acquaintances that prayed for my success, whether I knew them or not, is what I have achieved in my life- That’s my life summed up. 

I wouldn’t have known the beauty of life and struggles had my plate been full of what I wished for. I have learnt to appreciate life for what it is, not for what I aspired of it. 

Yeohaeng of our first black belt!

My son, Indi, is officially a black belt now. What else could give me more pleasure than penning (well, typing) my thoughts after a long break! With all due thanks to his instructors in two counties, I have a few friends to who I need to be grateful.

This journey into Tang Soo Do, a South Korean martial art started a while after I saw my very good friend, Helen. W, walking her two ninjas (in her sweet words) home after their Tang Soo class. I was fascinated by the way they both were dressed in neat Do Bohks holding Bo-staffs. I shared that delightful sight with my family, and Bala and I felt Indi should join as the classes were in the same small, beautiful village. It took Indi at least 5 months to make a decision. But once he saw the Tang Soo Do demo for us all, there’s no stopping him. 

He soon became a golden boy with medals wherever we went that included tournaments within England to Wales to Holland, and the encouragement from the then instructors, Jeff, Mick, etc., and the students of higher ranks, Karl, Tibbett’s family, Dixons is remarkable. Everyone there supported and encouraged him.

Then happened the big move for us from the UK to the US. All Indi asked was a similar Tang Soo Do Institute, and Jeff and Mick guided us to Austin Karate Academy run by Master Mukherjee. With slight changes in his forms, he graded every time he is due and soon was a blue belt. With the India trip last year, he had to wait for one extra year to give his black belt test, and he did! In this journey, he inspired many children to try this martial art, and more importantly, he achieved what neither his mum nor dad has!

He was one of the two who scored 100% on the written test, and his essay, which he wrote with his heart got a special mention from his mentor and master Mukherjee. We would like to thank all his instructors and black belts for the support, and younger belts for the warmth.

Ms. Tracy has that attention to detail, Alejandro that motivation, Mister Bailey, Ms. Carol, Ms. Carla everyone for training him.

We would love to thank Master Mukherjee for being his mentor, a master with dedication and discipline. Indi also is teaching now, and understands what teaching is about! According to him, his journey has just begun.

8 DANS TO GO!

Now, a special thanks to all our friends who sent their best wishes to him. Vicki. W, Jo. W for constantly checking on us during the testing, and for our wonderful Eunjoo and the Lee family for celebrating his black belt even before the results were out! 

Tang Soo!