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“ I CAME , I SAW , I HOPE TO CONQUER “
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“ Who comforts me in dire despair? Who softly grooms my jet black hair? Who keeps my suits and coats like new? Who praises everything thing I do? Who scrubs my back? Who makes my bed? Who urges me to keep my head? Who can this paragon of virtue be? I’ll tell you frankly folks – It’s me. “ Good afternoon Mr. Toastmaster, ladies and gentlemen or rather fellow toastmasters…….allow me to introduce to you my best friend, who laughs when I laugh….cries when I cry and stands by like the Rock of Gibralter when the ground beneath my feet seem to be giving way ……lets leave this person anonymous for a few seconds …….shall we… 20th August, 1985 a day that shall live in infamy as the day when Mr. And Mrs. Abraham John’s second son arrived into this world. The boy, though petit in form seemed to assure everyone of his presence through his “sharps sounds”. No prize for guessing who is this no longer small boy…. this paragon of virtue is ………………no… its not my brother Nikhil..…..Its me………Nabil Mathew Abraham. Well where do we start....Ok I’ve got it. Lets start at the very beginning. I was born in the Garden city of India - Bangalore…but was raised up in the Pearl of the Gulf – Bahrain. Those formative years were surely the best days of my life …I was the king of the world………..free to roam where I pleased ……ate what I wanted when I wanted and when things didn’t seem to turn out the way I wanted my parents had to face the serious consequences of my wailing which I am told was not the most pleasing of sounds.
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