Passions

By Sudhira Spurthi KJ

This Book Is All About ME, My Life Which Is An Interface Upon Which I Have Built My Inbuilt World, That Appears To Be A Fantasy, But Topped With Rational Thought, Which Is Otherwise Real Or Turns Real If One Brings It Out!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sudhira Spurthi KJ
• Release date: Aug 4, 2012

Sudhira Spurthi KJ

Mine is a small world, but a world full of love, enthusiasm and hope. I reassure myself, yes, everybody's gonna die one day & thus they have to choose to do something they love the most & are passionate about. And when I question myself what it is that I love the most and am passionate about, it turns out to be Writing! And when you do something you love, you never have to work another day in your life! This is what I am. I never worked a day in my life, and yet turned out to be a blogger, writer, singer, lover, composer & an IT Professional.

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PASSIONS

Sudhira Spurthi KJ

Copyright 2010 by Sudhira Spurthi KJ

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My Igniting, Innovating and Inspiring Icons:

   ‘God’ showed me the ‘way’ and my ‘parents’ gave me the ‘will’! That’s why I strongly believe in ‘where there’s a will, there’s a way!’ Simply, where there are my parents, there is God!

My darling dad, Mr. K.J.Sunny Raju and my loving mom Mrs. B.Merina Subhashini were and are the love I’ve known and am living with! Though sometimes I let them down in many matters, no matter what, they never failed in rendering their love to me! And I’m where I’m today due to their unconditional and unfailing love and support. And what should I say about ‘Sam’, my beloved sister, K.J. Sushama Samrajni? She has been a silent inspiration for a naughty and spoilt brat like me, pampering me with the essence of sisterhood! I would love to remember Mrs. K.J. Bhanumathy, my maternal granny who stood as an embodiment of love as long as she lived. They make my home… and our home wouldn’t have been complete, if it wasn’t for my paternal granny, K.J. Rajarajeshwaramma. Her stay with us and the love and the services she rendered to us are invaluable!

And there’s another home after home for me... my school, ‘Little Angels’ in Palamaner, where I studied from 3rd to 10th standard! Our principal, Mr. KuppuSwamy sir was like my father after father. Mrs. Parimala, an icon of stoicism and endurance is his better half. But they score up to the full fortune I made. They were not just my English teachers, but my foundation stones. They educated and molded me not just with lessons, but with love, a simple approach that ‘makes’, ‘marks’ and ‘distinguishes’ the ‘Winners’ from the others!

And Mr. Bhavani Shankaram sir, who also taught me English in my 7th and 8th classes, is a unique personality. He was flipping, tiptoeing and ramp walking like a flamboyant airhostess with great ease, when a so called character cropped up in the lesson and was babbling like a kid sometimes. He used to show us into a funky and furious world beyond what papers in a book can show, triggering the creative bug in slumber within us! What that really puts me at awe is, he was above 60 when he flipped and tiptoed like an airhostess!

They were not just my teachers, but the world I made. And I could never have been complete if it wasn’t for   them!

    ‘I could thank them for all the reasons and even for no reason!’

Mom, Dad, Sam and dear Teachers- I Love you!

Thank you all for making my success big!

I wish there was a much bigger word than ‘Thanks’. But I got a feeling much bigger than ‘Thanks’ for you all!

It’s love…

---Yours ever

Sudhira.

A word from the writer:  

"Hieee….

I’m sure you’d like to meet Sudhira and yes it’s me, your Sudhira Spurthi! I’ve got stars in my head and suns in my eyes...moon in my heart. Dunno why, I melt at the slightest sentiments and I’m always there for friends. I’ve an incredible passion for them... I always try to understand their core feelings, though some of them never try to understand mine! But I wouldn’t hesitate to take up cudgels on behalf of them when they are in the firing line, because I hate the bad in some of my friends, but not my friends themselves. And that’s why I could adore even my foes!

And that I love my self even after doing many mistakes, how can I hate others if they do the same? I’ve always dared to forgo revenge and learnt to forgive injury. I know, no matter how long I live I’ll be dead much longer. So why should I hate someone? I’d rather love them, because in the end it’s not between them and me, but it’s between God and me!

I never try to find fault with others, though it’s easy! I try to find if there’s fault with me. It’s difficult, but I love to take up difficult tasks! When I err, I wouldn’t regret, but try to rectify it. I’m no pushover, but once I resolve to do something, I wouldn’t wimp out. And it