In the foggy night of Chandigarh it was around 3 am.when a flight landed at Chandigarh airport.it was betterly cold outside. chilly winds makes the environment even more harse.i took out my seat belt and started to collect my luggage as per the instructions of arihostess.

Hello,this is keshav malik. Chandigarh is my home town and my childhood spent here.my mother is a devotional lady and spent most of the time in prayers and bhjan.my father works as post master with maximum 20 thousand of salery.which is hardy enough to meet our overall expenses.after completing my class 12th.i decided to go delhi for preparation of cevil services.it was very hard for my parents to send me in higher college for better prepration because of fee. In the first year of prepration I was very nervous because too many questions started to flash up my mind.that if I got failed or not able to clear the exam what would happen ?what about my future?is my parents accept me or forgive me?so this was an opportunity for me, to make my life better then present life.by the time it was abut to 1 year completed and my performance was not so good because of lack of hard work and intrest.

Let me tell uh that its not only my problem.its a problem for lakhs of studend who came to new places for a purpose but gradually it takes another path full of distraction.

Though im not a die hard fan of IAS or any cevil service exam.but for better personality and thinking about powers I decided to be an IAS officer.offcourse its not my heartly ambition but thinking about money makes me to decided to became IAS .so,it was a “decision based on a temporary feeling”now I think that was really a very worst decision.as I started my classes gradually I started to loose intrest in my syllabus because of its toughness.

So today is 31march 2015 I came to Chandigarh after not able to achive my ambition.as I took a cap and gave the driver my homes address.as I moved toward my home so many questions started to flash up my mind.like after seeing me what is the reaction of my father for me?what mom will say?what about neghibour and relatives?what I say to my friends?

As the car enter my colony a gulp of fear ran inside me I see my home from far.it was quite weak the outer walls lost its paint. Sudeeny a friend of me seen me from his home as I was just passing through his home.he just ran towards the cab.at last my cab reached its destination.my friend give me a sly smile.i repiled him with a smile and enter into my home.in my home my father was cleaning his old spectacles by sitting on his chair.he looked at me suddenly and stand up.as I moved towards him and leaned to touch his foot .he asked about my result without giving blessings.my eyes was constantly at floor.he asked me again .I didn’t reply. a sivering hand went through my face.it was a slap which was not much painful as seeing the tears in my parents eye.my father seat at the chair and hold his head.he Sayed “you did nothing in delhi”.

At the moment my mom came from pooja room.she hugged me in her first eye sight.i began to cry loudly.i want my parents beat me so badly that I not even able to speak.but mom is opposite of father.she never mind my mistake no matter how biggere it is.

It was morning 7:00am.my door bell rang

My mom go and

Dr

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Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton