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I was born a bastard, I mean I had no knowledge of my father but I feel I have something on which I could stand. Later when I was 16, I came to know that my mother was a prostitute. I went to a school where some time some of my fiends insulted me but I was firm that I would not react. I never reacted whatsoever other said. My mother told me time and again that I had to show the world my worth. Even my mother was not sure who my father was but guessed to her faith to be a different person.

Competition was just started when I got a call from my home. It is a month since I was last home and so I should acknowledge my dad by giving a visit to my hometown. So friends I wont be available and will be missing you for atleast a week. I suppose when I return, I find my friends over here competing with the same zeal as they had started.

October 12, 1979:

It is very difficult to interpret in some situations. I frequently mis speak something not to be spoken at that particular moment. It is not my nature but my least exposure to the social gatherings. I prefer to avoid those gathering though I don't love to be alone too. I want to be secured wherever I go and so I try to site lame excuses to visit places which I don't feel comfortable. The worst for me being the social gatherings.

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That may be the reason for which I am yet to learn when to say what.

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