I found this TED talk a narration of my own life story.

When i was 7 years old, because of militancy in Punjab, my father sent me and my three siblings to a boarding school in Himachal. In was fascinated by music education, and used to hang around the music facility where elder kids were taught music. The second month of arrival to the school, I was picked up by the music teacher for teaching music. I remember being the youngest kid learning classical Indian music and sikh religious music.

In next three years that followed, I travelled all across India on music scholarships - places where my parents or my friends had not been to, performed at many stages, competed in various vocal music competitions with our music group. By the time I was in 5th, I had two “dhaadi” albums recorded. And I used to excel in my studies.

And then destiny took a turn. For some circumstances, I had to leave the school in my 5th grade and come back to my village in Punjab. My parents admitted me to the best catholic school in my district. For them excelling in a creative environment was the same everywhere.

And then I got another chance in my 6th grade. Along with four other kids from the old boarding school, we were offered scholarship from Guru Nanak Sikh School in London. It was a newly opened school, on the patterns very similar to my old boarding school. However, we were denied Visa by UK embassy for some unknown reasons.

I was miserable. The environment in the catholic school was dead compared to where I came from. There were no more music lessons. For three years in my school, I was an invisible kid. I flunked few classes. I started finding solace in reading. In those three years I read everything I could get my hand on - fiction, classics, poetry, Greek mythology, religions, philosophy. I read Punjabi culture a lot, in search of who I was, to find what my identity was. I would sometimes write poetry, but seldom would show it to anyone.

Things started changing by the time I started my 9th grade. With support of my parents, I struggled back. My hungry artistic soul always found solace in creating things - And then I found computers and rest is another story.

I have no complains how my life turned out to be! Well it has not yet as I want it to be and I’m on my way. But I assume its pretty good. Things could had been much worse and I thank Almighty for leading me to who I’m. However some days I wonder, had I continued the path I was passionate about, how would things had been. Never know.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both …. …And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back…..