When Curiosity Found Its Current

A Childhood Moment That Shaped My Life with Technology

I was born into a home without electricity.

That sentence may sound dramatic today, but in the 1970s and early 80s, it was simply normal life. Nights were ruled by kerosene lamps, silence, and darkness, except for one magical object that connected us to the outside world: a radio.

That radio was not just entertainment. It was a presence.

A Small Accident That Changed Everything

As a child, I was endlessly curious. With no television and no electric toys, I played with what I could find: torch batteries, tiny bulbs, bits of wire collected from the neighbourhood. I didn’t know words like current, voltage, or interference. I only knew that when things connected, something happened.

One evening, while the radio was playing, I accidentally shorted a torch battery terminal using a small piece of wire right in front of it.

Suddenly, the radio made a strange hissing sound.

The broadcast was distorted. The voice changed.
For a moment, it felt like the radio was responding to what I had done.

I didn’t understand why. But something inside me woke up.

I remember standing there, frozen but not afraid, but fascinated.
“How did this affect that?”

That question stayed with me.

Curiosity Finds Its Path

Life moved on. Electricity eventually came. Studies began. Responsibilities followed. But that silent curiosity never left.

Later, I formally studied electronics. What began as a childhood wonder slowly turned into structured knowledge. Over the years, that path led me to work with global telecom brands like Nokia and Samsung, names I could never have imagined while playing with torch batteries in a powerless home.

There was no master plan.
No childhood declaration of “I will become an electronics engineer.”
Just curiosity… patiently waiting for direction.

A Line Written Before I Understood It

Much later in life, while revisiting my horoscope, written at the time of my birth, I noticed a line that made me pause:

“He will be very fond of radios and technology.”

I smiled. Not because I believe destiny runs our lives blindly but because life often leaves clues early, long before we understand their meaning.

Another coincidence made me pause even longer: I share my date of birth with Thomas Edison.

I don’t take that as a badge of greatness. But I do take it as a quiet reminder that curiosity, experimentation, and obsession with how things work have always moved humanity forward.

When Curiosity Becomes Direction

This is not a story about talent.
And it’s definitely not about self-praise.

If there is a lesson here, it is this:

Your passion may not announce itself loudly.
Sometimes it whispers through small accidents, quiet curiosity, and moments you don’t even understand yet.

In my previous blog, I wrote about darkness and the lessons my father taught me before life tested me. This story belongs to the same timeline. Darkness doesn’t just teach resilience. Sometimes, it teaches direction. And sometimes, all it takes is a battery, a wire, and a curious mind to change the course of a life, long before you realise it has happened.

The Signal in the Noise – How Curiosity Shifted from Wires to Words

Our actions, interests, and even our mistakes often follow an inner wiring we don’t consciously design. Looking back, that small incident with a battery and a radio wasn’t an achievement or a sign. It was simply my nature revealing itself, quietly and without explanation.

Today, technology looks very different. Radios have become smartphones. Signals have become content. Interference has become noise. But the principle remains the same. Curiosity still creates a connection. What once pulled my attention toward circuits and signals now pulls me toward writing, digital creation, and building things that travel invisibly, mind to mind, screen to screen.

We don’t always choose our path consciously. Often, we only recognise it in hindsight. Passion doesn’t arrive as clarity. It arrives as curiosity and waits patiently for us to catch up.

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