Born on 3rd December, 1970 I became the novice child of my parents. With stirring and screams I declared ‘I am here to stay for ever’. ‘Some are born great; some achieve greatness and others greatness thrust upon them’. The past years of mine not yet denominated any of these greatness parameters. But my personal convincing argument frames me in ’some achieve greatness’, though the conviction yet to materialize.

A common man has to put up with many difficulties in life. My life hasn’t been different as well. Many a time I embraced the paths of thorns rarely strewn with flowers. Born into an agriculture family whose products are undulating prices, pathetic living conditions and hardships gave me, my sister and two brothers, who followed me the successive years of my birth to this world, poor living conditions. It was hard life indeed for every one of us in the family. Almost twenty years the life was this sort: not enough to eat, not enough money to buy books and to aggravate the situation we were bombarded with the loan repayment notices from the banks. Father often took loans and never had the expected income to repay. They were hard years indeed for this floating family. We often felt we were in the sinking Titanic. Hopes kept us living; not the realities.

I recall many instances when mother’s stirring of empty pot on the simmering oven to comfort us when we were hungry. Every movement of the ladle could subside our hunger and kept our hopes simmering. Hard working, optimistic father always looked for the silver shining edges of the dark clouds. He was a strong believer of ‘the spring will definitely follow the harsh winter’, the wait may be long. His hard work and perseverance made the silver lining to come out in full flash to bloom the whole cloud. By then he had brought up his four children along with the kindly tended off springs of his farm. The pet offspring of our well toiled farm started giving his children a decent living. The wait was long and heart breaking. Our Titanic did not sink;Gods grace! I was 24 by then, completed my studies and got appointed as teacher in Bhutan, our neighbour country which many people mistake as one of the Indian states because of its non-popularity, remoteness and peacefulness.

Prolific writer in both Malayalam and English, voracious and serious reader in both the languages can assure you, given opportunity, the write ups of technical or non-technical will be tailored according to your parameters and expectations. This assurance shall be kept alive if I am given the privilege to be your partner in building technical knowledge and content writing working from home.

For your knowledge, I must say, though there are many articles to my credit, only a few could get the light of offset printing machine. During my college days at the peak of my teenage I published a drama in Malayalam titled ‘Swargam kottiyadayunnu’ (Heaven is closed) with ambience from my class mates. One of my professors forwarded the book and got its circulation confined to the college campus. Two years later there was second book birth: a collection of short stories. This one titled Oru Yathra Koodi (yet Another Journey) had the advantage of a wider circulation. This happened to be the period I was seriously looking for job and ended up reaching Bhutan and got appointed as teacher. Consequently the publisher in me had a sad demise. The creation in words never stopped. It flowed incessantly. All the while my mind became good compost for all readable knowledge. Writings in English got serious shape during my tenure as teacher in Bhutan. A few of them appeared in print. ‘Career Lesson Planning -A Semiotic Analysis’ a paper basically on how to approach high school level with future career prospects and behavioral build up appeared in the official education journal of Bhutan ‘Rabsel’ stands as a testimony of my writing in English. It opened up a new horizon. I have now an assignment as Editor-Cum-Proof reader of CAPSD (Curriculum and Professional Support Division) the curriculum voice of Bhutanese Education Ministry in addition to teaching job. This position is an honour that a few get not just because of my qualification but my qualification coupled with the attributes that I have (the attributes I have as given under ‘My Personae Fabric’) The position is though monetarily insignificant, I take it as a great privilege and plat form for horning the skills in the arena of writing and editing. A presentation too to my credit: a paper on ‘the present status of English Grammar Teaching in the Schools of Bhutan’, as an invitee to a symposium conducted by another Augustus body of the Ministry of Education. With all these openings in the knowledge arena I have mustered adequate level of knowledge, skills and applicatory cognizance and I am proud to offer myself as a candidate to work from home for your organization with 20 hours per week at your service

Now, it is reflective time for me to munch on. These reflections will grant me the substance and sagacity to take a stock of existing situation, my circumstances and environment, my pluses and minuses, my assets and liabilities, and my advantages and disadvantages. After taking all these into consideration objectively I am to readjust and realign the mind set with out altering the core values for new goals to seek, to get myself invigorated. A self boosted and invigorated self can reassure the success defeating the failures with bold enterprise. It is said success has a hundred fathers while failure is an orphan. I want to be someone who could be claimed by hundred fathers, not an orphan who may get just a foster father.

To be in the alcove of success I have decided with an intuition and with the back up of my wife, teacher who is an M.Sc in Zoology, to tread upon a new path, to look our for a new venture as content writer. After a search I am with you now and waiting for your reply.

By
Pradeep Kumar