The story of my life

[Some time ago my boss had asked me to write up a profile C.V style for a client who wanted to do a background check on the trainers… …. I wasn’t exactly in a great mood to write. I was harried and hassled and my mind just wouldn’t work that day so this is what I came out with…… (Of course naturally later I sent her the official looking one.)This was just to give my boss a heart attack because she insisted I send it across in an hour’s time and I hate being forced or rushed. Thankfully my boss is a good sport and took my nonsense with a hearty laugh. Anyways, here the mail I sent her…….]

Hi Kathy,

I know you held a gun to my head and forced me to say o.k. to the Mumbai trip.

So what else could I do but say ok.
You say go to Mumbai so I go.
So here’s my profile given below.

Like most other kids I had an education. I had parents nice enough to send me to an English medium school so I managed to finish my schooling at Union Christian Matriculation Higher Secondary School, Chennai.
On passing out I thought I had conquered the world. Yes for me it was an achievement.
Barely had I come out victorious out of this war when the army general and her lieutenant, (Mom and Dad in that order) decided that it was time to send me to torture camp. More Education! So I was forced to do a degree in English literature.
Why English in specific?
Well that seemed to be the only language I spoke and being a drama queen my parents thought I would ace in Shakespearean Studies, Poetry and the likes. Little did they know there were other subjects such as History of English Literature, Linguistics, The origin of Grammar, Etc etc.
I thought cruelty to children was banned. I should have a filed a case against my parents and the educational institute for the abuse and battering caused to such a delicate, beautiful mind such as mine.
No I thought they will not destroy me I will survive. So I did. I passed out of English literature with average scores like an average kid.
But the journey was lonely dark and deep.
I managed to break every rule in the book.
Scraped by without being suspended, rebelled the authorities, fought for my freedom by leading strikes and demonstrations(I wished too much of a coward to actually get to it).
But here I was a fresh graduate older, wiser and at cross roads again.
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Hey Kathy,
You told me it would flow out. You were right. He he he he he. Just kidding check the other mail.

Love Saps.