It was year 2005. A narrow lane from the Tower Garden main road was congested. It had two wheelers parked on both sides of the road. The dead end of lane was pointing to back side of an apartment occupied by Marwadis. The building had faded its original color long back and black patches due to rain water were visible all over the wall. A boy started walking from the lane entrance. Carefully avoiding the obstacles of handles of vehicles and their respective mirrors, boy reaches the end of lane. Turning right, he finds a typical old building having a commercial ground floor and residential floors above. Boy feels a level of excitement in his own breath. As he enters the office cum shop, he is surprised to see so many people inside the room which felt practically unoccupied from the outside. He looks around for a familiar face when a man behind the table waves towards him. Recognizing the acquaintance, boy moves towards the table and pushes the document in his hand across the table. The man behind the table puts on the glasses hanging across his neck, inspects the document with his typical frowning expression and finally nods his approval. Boy standing nervously starts playing with the cap of the Reynolds pen hiding in his pant pocket. The man bends and pulls a form from the drawer and calls the boy across a table. Pointing his index figure to the empty box in the form, man instructs something to the boy. Boy knows that time has come for the world to know his true identity. Like a sword, swiftly he pulls the pen from the pocket. His jaw muscles stretch as he opens the cap and in one swift motion his pen touches the paper. He has always thought about this moment during his lonely hours and rehearsed it but today things were not working the way he wanted, or may be they were. It was just that so much time, the boy has waited that he had become skeptical. The boy was me and it was time for my first signature on PAN card, a first official document.
Few days back, I was sitting with a big form of around 15 pages. It was for opening a bank account and each of those pages have approximately 2 blank boxes to sign. After finishing half of the pages, I stretched my fingers and remembered that day when I signed on PAN card form. Later each document got referred to PAN and I had to maintain the same signature. The signature at this right moment I was regretting. This was not the case initially. Somewhere I had read an article about how a signature is mapped to a personality. The tricks like if it is bent and ends on higher angle meant some ambitiousness, the line below the sign means firmness and stuff like that. So, I tried to incorporate all those qualities which I wanted, in my signature. But it evolved with time. Here I was sitting nervously when Bank staff had warned me that no two signatures should look different. Looking at last 14 signs, I could see different shades of my personalities in each one of them. I also wondered how does Celebrities give so many autographs. The troubles of stardom are truly underestimated. As the staff was sneaking behind me for each different signature, I was loosing confidence. I would take a deep breath and would start the signature smoothly but at one point my tip would always get toppled. It was a 'y' alphabet which would go down for leg of a 'y' and would come back soaring up. It was supposed to be show a confident nature and ironically I would lose my smoothness at that exact location. 'Some day I am gonna bring that smoothness back in my signature', I thought while messing up another one.
Few days back, I was sitting with a big form of around 15 pages. It was for opening a bank account and each of those pages have approximately 2 blank boxes to sign. After finishing half of the pages, I stretched my fingers and remembered that day when I signed on PAN card form. Later each document got referred to PAN and I had to maintain the same signature. The signature at this right moment I was regretting. This was not the case initially. Somewhere I had read an article about how a signature is mapped to a personality. The tricks like if it is bent and ends on higher angle meant some ambitiousness, the line below the sign means firmness and stuff like that. So, I tried to incorporate all those qualities which I wanted, in my signature. But it evolved with time. Here I was sitting nervously when Bank staff had warned me that no two signatures should look different. Looking at last 14 signs, I could see different shades of my personalities in each one of them. I also wondered how does Celebrities give so many autographs. The troubles of stardom are truly underestimated. As the staff was sneaking behind me for each different signature, I was loosing confidence. I would take a deep breath and would start the signature smoothly but at one point my tip would always get toppled. It was a 'y' alphabet which would go down for leg of a 'y' and would come back soaring up. It was supposed to be show a confident nature and ironically I would lose my smoothness at that exact location. 'Some day I am gonna bring that smoothness back in my signature', I thought while messing up another one.
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