Avinash Bhojwani July 5, 2007

May be I have become a regular writer now. May be my articles do publish in local newspaper but writing about myself is the toughest that ever faced. I am just unable to figure out the starting point or even ending point. I have written everything from sex education to political reformations but I can’t understand why I can’t write about myself. Never mind I have to begin so I am just putting the flow of thoughts that is coming in my mind on papers.

Avinash Bhojwani, an apple of his parent’s eyes, born on 9th June, ‘87 in a small town of Pakistan called Ghotki. Grown up in Nagpur, India where he got his primary education and then switched back to ghotki (his hometown) where he completed his college education, currently doing bachelors in computer science from a National University (NU-FAST) in Karachi, Pakistan.

When he used to be small kid, he hated going on the places where there is a muster of people, He liked to give time to himself, He loved flying kites because he, himself, always wants to fly, away from this materialistic world. He loved cycling because he wanted to leave the world behind. He was very shy kid who used to take time to settle down in every relationship, setting his own boundaries which he never crossed. He used to very stubborn kid and when he wanted something, no force could stop him except he, himself, whether it was about securing the no.1 position in the class not because he wanted to be on the top but because his papa wants that Or it was about learning the Hindi and Marathi language in six months and getting top in that subject or whether it’s about learning the Sindhi and Urdu together from the scratch when he was in fourth standard or it is about the every new toy that comes in market. Or it was about the geometry box he wanted, that her sister won in competition, only because he didn’t have that, even though he never used that. Grown up like a prince who got everything in his hand even before he dreamed off.

He loved purchasing lots of fires in Diwali because he used to share his with children who couldn’t afford them. He sometimes used to ask the god innocently that why few children are on the street and why few so lucky to have all the good tastes of life and having the life of riley, sometimes he used to fight with god and do protest to him by not praying for a week because he believed he wasn’t doing anything for them and one day he decided “if god is not doing any thing then he will.” May god succeed him.

Grown up with the time, but he used to think how to stop that time there. He loved eating meal by his mom’s hand and to be bathed by mom as well not only because he loved his mom but he used to think that his mom loves his elder brother more than him. That small kid was the life and soul of his every family member. When he used to fall ill, there used to chaos in his family, but with time that thing taught him the meaning of love and care.

Now he doesn’t snatch the geometry from his sister anymore even he returned the last one, way years back. And now he even doesn’t care how much his mom love his brother. But he still he used to celebrate the pampering day every month in which his mom pampers him whole day.

And may be that kid still lives somewhere in the corner of his heart.

But he knows that he has few dreams to live up with. Every morning he wakes up he reminds himself of those dreams but after thanking god. The kind of world he wants or desires for is the one in which there are no children on street but in play grounds and schools or better say in their respective places. Their innocent eyes not begging for something from anyone but he wants to see them making their own world on their own. But before his dreams, he has his papa’s dreams to fulfill.