Love Story: My Life Journey

Having been born in Upper-Middle class background, I enjoyed luxurious lifestyles since childhood. Being good and powerful at studies, I use to give a lot of respect to my family and friends, whom I consider as my strength and inspiration in my career.

The real Hero and role-model was my father, who supported me for my career. But, such thoughts were only till my fifth grade, after which I realized that my father is against me. Since my grandfather was ill and paralyzed, my father forcefully put me in Disha school, Pollachi.

Being a strict and disciplined school, I found it a little difficult to cope up with the students who were arrogant. At that time, my family supports me and with a bold move, I practiced my English communication skills and made the whole school look at me.

Over some time, I positioned myself as an average student and got good at sports activities. However, I felt that I am missing to see so many memorable journeys and got an inferiority complex that, besides all of these, I am unable to achieve what I wish.

As a result of this, my relationship with my family got deeply affected. When I was in the position to burst my anger at my parents, a sudden twist occurs in my life. It made me look against my aggression and cruelty. When I thought that, everything is finished, a Coimbatore-based girl named Nisha entered my life.

Her hometown is near Elayamuthur, Udumalaipet. She is a good and brilliant student. Not only with these qualities, but she is also good at her communication and loving skills, which impressed me quite. However, I had a complexity to speak with girls and she herself came to me and became a friend with me.

Over years, she became my close friend and I realized that I am slowly changing and mending my bad qualities. However, some of my friends thought that I am in love with her and they all started to criticize me which, irked my anger again. As a result of this, I enrolled myself in a CBSE school near Erode district, where now, I can communicate with fluent English skills, thanks to Disha.

Everything from friends to teachers, being new to me, I found difficulties to forget my old school friends for some days. After that, I moved on in my life. However, I was unable to forget Nisha after coming to Erode for two years, which made me worried and disrupted in the last three days of my 10th final public exams. After finishing my exams, I decided to go to Pollachi and meet my friends who were close to me.

Before that, I wished to go for a trip to Kashmir and Chalakkudy and expressed this to my father, who refused to take me to both of these places, and thus, I got very angry at him. Out of rage and fury, I decided to finish my plan to meet my friends and slowly made plans to execute these.

However, I was diverted when saw the places like Ambarampalayam. One of my relatives viewed me going to catch a running bus and immediately, she informed my parents, and henceforth, my mother forcefully took me and left me in my father's hospital where he was going under treatment.

My anger and hatred for my parents raised day by day and I stopped to talk with them. Slowly, I turned into an animal and starts to disrespect my friends and family members. Also, I vowed never to go for Pollachi anymore and became a reason for the death of my grandfather, whom I spoke so harsh that, I will never return to Pollachi even at his death.

My relatives and parents disown me and board me into a hostel and my father asks me never to meet them at any time and promised me that he will pay for my education. When I was in the hostel, all my friends mocked and laughed and named me a Psycho.

The only guy, who gave his hands was Sakthivel, an orphan and my correspondent sir's adopted grandson, whom he considers as his mentor. Sakthi is warned by him not to talk with me, since Correspondent too sees, me like an animal. Hence, Sakthi's role was also temporary. At the times of 11th and 12th my thoughts about Nisha increased heavily and unexpectedly, my family members also return and decides to take me forgiving my wrong deeds under the orders of my grandmother, who herself felt guilty for being a reason for spoiling my dreams.

However, I agreed just for the sake of my grandmother and not for the sake of my family members. I still saw them as my enemy and traitors. I was so confident that, I will reach Pollachi and can enjoy my holidays there. However, due to the COVID-19 pandemic, for four to six months, a total lockdown was issued.

At this time, my mother assured me that, he will be taken to Pollachi definitely. For one year, the college will not open and will be on leave…They started to tell me such a nonsense story to me…My anger raised against my family and I shouted at my father and mother for days…

They asked me what to do for his happiness? And in that time of anger, I asked them to apologize for their mistakes inroads after coming to SITRA, shifting from Erode in September if I need to be good at them. They agree and asks me the apology in front of everyone after which, my father's friend, a commander and navy officer cursed me that, "I will realize the greatness of my father only after his death"

Everyone including Nisha learns about this and she criticized me for my bad behavior. At that time, I dreamt of a bad dream, where my parents are killed in a bomb blast and for the first time, I felt that I am wrong and bad to my parents, and started to care for them.

Even, I took the responsibility of cooking and washing clothes for their happiness. Slowly, I started to give respect to everyone, and also, I reconciled with my father. But, my happiness was short-lived. As I dreamt off, my parents were killed in the bomb blasts in Coimbatore on my birthday, 19.03.2022, which left me shattered.

During these times, my anger towards my rival nations Pakistan and China increased, and after the death of my parents, besides serving in NCC, I also took part in Martial arts and developed more hatred for the Jihadis groups in Pakistan.

However, I was impressed to learn that some Muslim people sacrificed their lives in order to save Hindu families from the terrorists in Coimbatore districts and I hence, realized that not all peoples are bad. But, there are 10% being, bad and aggressive.

Let me come to the story of Nisha: The main reason for which I didn't propose to Nisha, as she was loved by my close friend, Dhaksin who told me that, he is in love with Nisha and asked me to stay away from their career. I also went out of school just for my friend's sake. But, when I learned that they had a misunderstanding and got separated, I offered to help Dhaksin.

But, he refuses and said me not to interfere in his life. Nisha used to say to me that, she feels so happier and relieved when she communicates with me and I spent her my time. I never told her my love and also that, I know Dakshin and her love story. I decided to be a good friend for her instead of falling in love.

The reason is I became highly-career-oriented and wants to fulfill the wish of my father, who wants me to join the Indian Army because my father was unable to go for the Indian Army because of his vision problems. Days after, I felt that Nisha's influence is high in my mind and one day, I vigorously took part in my NCC Exercises which my father's Navy friend watches and he came near to me.

"Why Adhithya? At 10:30 PM, you are vigorously undertaking NCC exercises" he asked me.

"No Uncle. I felt something bad and hence, I came to refresh myself" I said to him.

Since he asked me I wished to tell him and told everything about Nisha to him.

"Just a simple problem, Adhithya. I think, you fell for the girl" he said to me and I was silent.

"Life is only once…You have to enjoy memorable moments…I know about her family…She is a very good girl…Think and decides," He said to me and went.

I started to think between my father's wish and Nisha's love and came to a conclusion to propose my love to Nisha, deciding that whatever to happen, it's under god's hand…I called her and we met near the Coimbatore Airport where I proposed my love to Nisha.

She was silent and said to me, "I was expecting these words from you for so many days, Adhithya."

"But, our marriage is not now. Once, I join the Indian Army and serve my nation, we will get married" I said to her.

"I will wait for your return, Adhithya," said Nisha tearfully.

I was selected by the Senior Indian Army officers and served for two years in the Air force as a Major. Having fulfilled the dreams of my father, I decided to marry my dream-heart and under my Navy uncle's blessings, we got married in a temple…Everyone may be surprised why I call him a Navy uncle! Because he will be rude and strict like in the Navy force and his name is Raja Rathna Cholan. Equally, his behavior is also the same as his name…

Two months later, my birthday and my parent's death day comes, which was announced as the National mourning day for the victims of bomb blasts by the Indian Government. I lighted a candle for my parents and prayed for their souls to be happier and peaceful.

Still more, some young children, who are near to me and praying for their parent's death have burned in their skins and hands. The mark of burns in their hands, remembers us of the brutality of peoples, and warns us to be good and peaceful. Or-else, these marks will turn into violent conflicts and wars which, will pay for the lives of peoples. At this time, I hailed my father as a great hero and mentor in my life. But it was too late since I did not see my father and respect him when he is alive. He is my hero.