To many people childhood memories are always cherished !! We all talk about and impart education on giving a child a happy hood! Most of them are lucky but some go through a disturbed upbringing and so have I.

I have been born to a well educated – affluent family , but this never assured a happy childhood.

I faintly remember, my LKG admission must be at the age of 3 where I was looked down up and my parents and cousins were sure that I will not make it to the best school in town. Not because I was less intelligent, only because I was fat, dark and ugly. But to my good luck I made through. Well, this was just the starting.

I grew up more than an average student in academics but never in extra- curricular activities as it involved a team. There was rejection from fellow school mates. Did this affect me.. yes it did! I started having a lot of reservations within my own self for the time my parents have compared my colour and my personality with my cousins and friends. Though being a single child never had a sibling to be with or share my feelings with. So most of the times, I started talking to my own self and cornered myself.

How about your college life?

I did well in my academics and then came a time where I had to attend college and I aspired to go to Delhi for my further education and was all excited to go that extra mile and break free from the clutches I had grown until now. I was to go to one of the top business institutions in Delhi but as luck had it my cousins brainwashed my parents and convinced them to send me to Bangalore for my studies. They also went to the extent of telling me that going to south India will be much better for me as I shall find people here of my same colour. God sure had plans for me and I arrived to Bangalore and did well in my academics again with Human Resources and Marketing being the core subjects of my specialisation and I sure did wonders in it.

There came a point in my life where now after education and having done masters in Business Administration I got selected for airhostess by the likes of Air India & Jet airways making me feel that I have arrived and immediately called my father and shared the good news with him and told him in order to get the job I would have to make a deposit of 50,000 INR to which my dad refused it onto my face saying I will make a joke out of myself being an air hostess. I was shattered and felt dejected again but I had to get up and run time was flying away as my batch mates had their recruitments in place and I was the one who had none imagine my father could have done it as the money was not an issue, but my looks and my attitude to prove them wrong sure did come in my way.