episode ONE -- epoch of darkness and volatile transformation : my salad days .......//

'There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and doesnot rest until it has found one. Then singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain ... Or so says the legend.'

Russell has thrived through the worst of times ... his childhood has been one of the darkest phases of his life ... unlike anyone most probably on the face of the earth, he used to stay in his 'home-bitter-home'! He was not open to all the avenues of life during these early days, all of his creative thoughts and activities were made to be redirected to the bleak islands of despair and solitude and none of his works whatsoever were encouraged by any of his well-wishers. He was left isolated in the dark-rooms, where the footages of his sleepy billets mimicked his sorry fate. He didn't have the space to develop a power of speech - being kept at arm's length, nor did he have any form of exposure to the world a step ahead, outside the domestic life. The world was very small for him. Any cast of pessimism was absent and he did not ever get two cents' worth while his gray cells and maturity were in the major stages of transformation. He was an one-man team when he helped himself sculpt out his positive attributes and cast off the negative ones, all d more during the budding nodes of moral and spiritual development in him.

a ode to hopelessness, misfortune and forlornness ...

His performances were judged in and out, and were criticized for every negative outcomes... he did never have any sort of incentives for putting in greater efforts, nor did he have any trivial reward for achieving something which were expected by very less. He saw the little world around him with awe, desperation, surprise and desolation. He had some brighter dreams, but no resource to reach them out. There were people to take obvious pity on him, but none to be by side, when he had the darkest of nightmares. He slowly realized there may be something that can pull him straight out from the hell of agonies and dissatisfaction and make him happy. He forgot everything, overlooked all the blatant turbulence to sail all through them and reach a fair, inspiring and confident shore of secrets. This secret land of love, compassion and knowledge gave him a hard-headed positive approach to life. He began to see everything from a different amplitude, prepared him own processes and turned his hand to difficult situations with composure and competent expertise. He began to learn new strategies for life and experienced quite a lot of hardship in implementing them.

He had been through both the saliently different worlds of failure, sorrow and exasperation and another of gradual growth, development and maturity. The reminiscence of childhood days haunts his present carreer at some points, still he manages to subside them for a better hope for flourishing the li'l talents he has, moving on with new memories, friends and events that surround him; going to the extra mile keeping himself busy and debonair at his current job. He is a happy-go-lucky introvert and he loves to take life as it comes. Over the years he has developed the worthy habit of keping it still and silent, however optimistic it may seem for him, he can fire it well through written script; but when it comes to speaking out words, he bites his own tongue and ends up in no man's land. He has overcome much of it now, nearing perfectness for the traits at his better half. He is now soft, silent, confident, geeky, mentally extremely strong, composed, caring and kind ...... {Russell=me}

pART II -- {yet to be discovered}