A BRIEF SELF INTRODUCTION

A BRIEF SELF INTRODUCTION

I was born in my tharavaadu (ancestral home), a Grand Old Kavannayil tharavaadu at Thelakkad, 12 km from the Perinthalmanna city, as the youngest of eight children’s of Kavannayil Cheriya Muhammed, an agriculturist, and Kottarayil Nafeesa, a housewife. I hail from mediocre peasant family. My Grandfather (Kavannayil Moidu) was a respected Landlord in our village. My Grand mother (Fathima w/o Moidu), was a saintly character, gentle and devout, and left a deep impress on my mind. I was born on 10 May (Friday) 1986 at half-past nine in the morning, but my relative, who accompanied me on my first day in school, did not know my actual date of birth, and arbitrarily chose 10 January 1985 for the records; later chose to let it remain official.

My Family

I had four sisters: Fathima, Jumaila, Mariya, and Sujeera and three brothers: Abdul Kadhar , Anwer Hussain, Muhammed Shareef.

A Story of Childhood Heart Problems

At first, my childhood was just like any other kid's. I went to school, played games at recess, and was just as active as any other child. Unfortunately, when I entered the fourth standard, I began to realize that it was becoming harder and harder to play the games with other kids. 

When I tried to run it was hard to breathe. When I tried to climb the stairs, I would wheeze. Just chasing my friends in the yard became a chore. My parents soon realized that there might be something wrong with me, so they took me to doctor. My doctor diagnosed me with childhood cardiac diseases; my life was never going to be the same. 

The Effects of Childhood Cardiac Diseases When I was first diagnosed I didn't think anything of it. I thought that just taking tabulates from my doctor would help me if I had problems breathing; unfortunately I was way off base. I was a kid and I didn't have the capacity to understand how serious my condition really was. 

I didn't understand that having childhood cardiac diseases was going to keep me from running and playing. I didn't understand that normal daily activities could kill me. I was truly ignorant of all the complications of my childhood diseases.   

Gradually, I was able to fully comprehend the enormity of my condition. I restricted myself to doing only the basic things, and I grew depressed because of it. 

Taking My Life Back From Childhood Diseases  Childhood diseases became my crutch. I used it as an excuse to stay indoors. I used it as excuse to not participate in PE. I used it as excuse to skip the prom and stay home. My disease was more life threatening than it was supposed to be, because I allowed it to slowly sucks the life from me. My friends began to leave me, and I became a loner. I stayed in my room and only left to eat. This situation had a great impact on my life. Some of my classmates and teachers at my schools and colleges have even asked me if there is something wrong, do I need to talk to somebody because I am such a quiet person, and I don't really have any close friends .Nobody try to understand me, but everybody blame me.  I used to (and sometimes still) feel like I should be apologizing for myself, but I'm starting to understand that quiet does not equal bad. A lot of people have imposed that belief on me, and to be honest. As a teen, others would have described me as an introvert.

In 23 January of 1996, my father died. I was devastated. He was the only one who had been there for me through my depression. It hit me then that I was using diseases, and my father, as a crutch to feed my depression.  

I had allowed my childhood diseases to rob me of my childhood, and I wasn't going to continue on that path to destruction.

I still remember that day; in 25 April of 2001 at 8.30 am I underwent a major cardiac surgery in AIMS Cochin, which helped me to erase my health problems. Thank god...

When people hear about childhood diseases, they only think about the physical problems associated with the disease. No one thinks about how mentally damaging it can be to a kid. 

If your child or the child of someone you love is diagnosed with diseases, make sure you find someone who can help them cope with the disease. Childhood diseases is not an excuse to give up on childhood, it is a reason to live your childhood fully. 

A CAMPHOR-SCENTED MEMORABILIA

January 23, 1996 morning I wake up by hearing a crying sound of my mother and our farm workers. At first I didn’t understand what’s the wrong with them is, but later, I received the horrible news that my father had past away.  I knew that my father was sick, and he unfortunately had two cardiac arrests. At the age of ten I lost my father and I became orphaned.

He died from heart attack and after it happend I saw, my mother tries so hard to have her family together. But unfoundedly when my father past away, I saw a cleavage in my family after his death. Although I was too young to remember why this happened, I still don’t know today my mom won’t speak of it. This is defiantly a time in my life that was easy to remember and I know I possibly couldn’t have made up. I know because I see pictures and my family talks about these events and because I feel like a part of me is missing.

The death of my father has had a major impact on my life and our family. He was a very loving father. He was a hard working man, raised his eight children in a much disciplined way. It was from here that I learned much of his punctuality. I will miss his delightful candor and will remember the wonderful times we had together. Miss you and love you always... Your loving son.

Alma Maters

I had my early schooling in Thelakkad at the Government Lower Primary School, Puthanpalli (where I enrolled on 14 May 1990) and Kappu Government UpperPrimary School, Kappu. I walked to school for about 2 kilometres daily through paddy fields, and was often unable to reach before time. I completed my Secondary (SSLC) and higher secondary schooling from Government Higher secondary School, Vettathur. Though conscientious I was a "mediocre student" and was excessively shy and timid. I completed my Bachelor of Business Administration degree from MES Kalladi College, Mannarkkad and Master of Business Administration from Dr.GR.Damodran Academy of Management Coimbatore.

My First Love

Yes, I remember my first love -- like it was only yesterday. It has been so many years, but I still remember what she looked like and how much I loved her. To this day, when I feel a little melancholy, I find myself remembering her face and her name. That's pretty amazing since I am soon going to be celebrate silver jubilee in my life

Life at MES

The very first day I came to my college by bus......Expected ragging but nothing happened… I entered into the class…I took my seat on the last bench ........I m comfortable with that….. Totally three sections are there in the class.... Boys are the protectors sitting on the right end and on the left end ........On the middle, obviously it’s the girls but only five...I made my seat on the left end of the section.....perhaps it provides a complete view of the entire class.....I am not interested to mention anybodies name here….but…our HERO!! The man with big planning in all….our commerce Association representative…Our Class representative…our tour coordinator …our gossip man…KSU member…. Negotiator… and our Lolan ….yes our all in all….. He was a good friend to me .  I admired all those wonderful qualities that made him the special person that he was. He had intelligence, wit, charm and a caring heart that made him a great friend.. … His passing is a terrible tragedy for all of us who knew him. .... I will cherish his memory for years to come…

I completed my MES college life in 2008. Everything is change now, some friends gone abroad; some are busy with their family and job. Right now I am in touch with my college friends through social networking sites.

Life at GRDAM

I am an MBA now; my college life was officially over …. I don’t know whether to smile or to feel sad…. But I choose to be happy.  

It was great experience being here…. Two years…. I learnt many things…. Now when I look back I feel….the changes… It’s the similar feeling I had when I graduated two years back… how time changes and how life keeps on moving without a pause…. People come… people go…. We laugh we cry…. Some really low moments…. Some really high…. Life is so beautiful in its own way….

In my last 2 years of MBA I met many people…. I was attached to many…. And worked and enjoyed with everybody I came across…. I discovered a different me…. More self centered, bad and self indulged me… And I improved as well in terms of public speaking, organizing, interacting, and communication and so on… 

All I can now recall is that first presentation when I was shivering with stage fear…. That first self introduction for fresher’s day    … those events senior’s organized …

I have learnt very good problem handling skills and stress management….. How to meet deadlines … by completing a week long assignment overnight… All those group tasks which compelled us to stay up all night with our gtalk on…. All those frequent semester exams….

These two years of my life were really good… I know what I have learnt….. I can sense the changes in me… I met some really great people…. I would not name all of them here but yes my Operation Management professor, Dr.B. Sudhakar had a great impact on me…. I still miss his presence every time I achieve something….

My internship (main project) was like a turning point which gave me a very good exposure and learning experience and I really appreciate my project guide,  she was not just a guide  but also a strict teacher who taught us all aspects of projects ….and a lessons…. 

Apart from these two people….. I met many who contributed to my life in one or the other way…. I was encouraged, appreciated, criticized and discouraged time to time…. But it always added towards my learning and helped me to learn and become better with every step…. I experienced peer pressure along the way but it didn’t stop me on doing what is right. I avoided vices, such as drinking alcohol and smoking, in my whole stay in College. I never regret on avoiding them.

I would love to mention the names of people who were always there for me… whether we talk daily or not and those who were always there for me as a life supporting system…. But I’ll not because I don’t want to hurt anybody my skipping their name by mistake…. those who are special for me know this and understand this….

I feel that I am kind of detached soul…. But still I miss people from my past…. Places… time… memories… tears and smiles…. I can relate to everything I left behind…. And touchwood I feel blessed because whenever I look back I find my people standing there for me…

Now, I am going to start with my professional life… I just wish all my friends and acquaintances all the best for their future endeavors… I hope to stay connected with you all…. God Bless you….