Book Description

School topper got converted into a college 'backbencher' due to the shift from cozy Tamil to classic English medium and two years discontinuation of studies filled with juggling of various jobs ranging from coffee gardens labourer to supervisor... but excelled in theatre, creative writing, learning languages, sketching, sports and games. Having profound wisdom of 'Why do they do What do they do', as a teacher, I tried to metamorphose many deadly caterpillars into breath-taking butterflies. My forte is the domain of juvenile delinquents- I call these ‘careless’ rather ‘cared less’ youngsters affectionately ‘The Thunderbolts’. Honestly speaking, I adamantly tried to tread upon the untrodden paths and ventured to encounter challenges… all to harvest the nectar, be it from bee-hive or from the hornet’s nest and to create perfect humans from the clay lumps and thunderbolts alike. During this ongoing ordeal of wife's prolonged silent suffering- sudden lonely death and my own tryst with deadly corona-forced solitary confinement thereafter, I'm able to forge ahead with fortitude only because of the continuous moral support and sincere prayers of my beloved 'Thunderbolts' from around the world.