Not Normal, but yet not Different

The inconsistent or an out of place, I don’t know which would define my personality aptly, but I have been a misfit, for most of my life… yes each one of us do carry a strain of individuality, that makes life so special, but I carry or don’t carry some of it that puts me on a medium which is neither left, right nor center. I look back, every often these days to try and answer the 2 most dreaded interview questions, (at least in my case) “Tell us about Your Self” and “ Your Most Important Achievement”… an unanswered PAUSE becomes a CONTINUOUS reply…

I have meticulously tried over a couple of months, to list down a set of achievements and also find an acceptable definition for a mostly redundant term called PRAMOD PAVULURI, and the answer is inconsistent and indefinite.

I have been a perfect imperfection; I’m used to being either too ahead or too behind the life around me… I started blabbering small, imperfect words when I was 6 months old, pretty early start I’m told for Normal standards but rationed to utter sensible words as I grew to pick up vocal communication. During my school I was well mannered, but an indiscipline student; classified intelligent but my teachers didn’t know why I didn’t do my home works; I answered all the questions, but my notes wouldn’t be complete. My handwriting refused to budge though I was made to write 100s of 100 times impositions, but still I wrote the best essays. Every teacher praised me individually, but wasn’t recognized collectively. I was friends with all my classmates, but most don’t remember my name. I boasted quite an athletic physique, but was never an athlete. Social Science and English were my favorites of subjects but not for once did I score good marks in them. I moved into pre-college dreaming of Medical Seat, I competed for an engineering degree. I haven't forgotten a day of my college, but i don't remember a word; I studied Telecommunications, but my highest scores remain Graphics and Civil. My practicals have been immaculate, but my theories have been disastrous, I have failed when I have studied and managed when I hadn’t. I got a job when I least wanted it, but lost it when I wanted it. I’m a qualified Engineer, but unemployable; an experienced fresher, but neither a fresher nor an experienced; physically mis-built limbs but I don’t qualify a QUOTA, I have evidently sparse hair, but not a bald. I work on a Govt Job, for a non government firm. I’m orthodox to the liberal, but a non-conformist to the conservative. Creative amidst the monotonous, and uninspired amongst the ingenious; I’m a cordial friend, but not sociable; I’m a passionate writer, but not readable; I am a romantic, but not lovable; I’m thoughtfully lost but never full of thoughts.

I have learned more than what I should, but know lesser than what I must. My life, I don’t regret but hate to relive. My life is an Idyll, but not ideal. Well written, but badly read.