Like many others and unlike the rest, today again I shall take a leaf out of my own book.
When I look back at my younger days, I often wonder the volume of trouble I had to go through to reach where I am today. I am where I should not have been, somewhere I never thought of being in. Its not about prestige, money or position, it is about me. My frenzy for books and novels never allowed me to think beyond being a writer. But the world was not sympathetic. Instead of penning romance and speaking into a microphone, I found myself struggling to keep up with the innumerable chemical formulas and movement of rays. The only piece of solace I found in a day was my English class. Years passed on and after many sleepless nights and in-house fights I reached what can be dubbed as the darkest phase of my life till date, class 11. A decent class 10 result had over-confidence brimming in my interiors as I took up science to study with. The first few exams passed with my failing in every other subject save English and Computers. Teachers came and went, chapters moved on but I could never grasp a single syllable of what was being taught. Fulfilling all expectations I failed the year and moved on to another school for class 12. Another few miserable results came along but I eventually passed the year without any decency in my school leaving grades.
Engineering was inevitable and I chose IT. Further humiliations pursued as I stumbled through the first three semesters. One bad relationship and another disastrous one kept me going till the 4th semester, and my results never went beyond 60%.
The 5th brought me back to the gateway of where I stand today. I would never be able to define any one cause of change I went through. My grades started to show promising numbers as did some other activites. The change was probably the result of a failed relationship. At times you have no choice but accept the fate, I chose revenge instead. Projects came, exams went and success seemed to suddenly smile down on my scarred face. The boy who had failed a class acquired a job before anyone else could and passed out with a 75% average.
Now, all said and done, I can never claim to be that underdog who made it big, but I can certainly can claim to be one who made a change all by himself. Looking at me, my father can never really relate to the student failing in subjects with the marketing official today, and I do not feel the blues to accept that I too find it difficult at times.
When I look back at my younger days, I often wonder the volume of trouble I had to go through to reach where I am today. I am where I should not have been, somewhere I never thought of being in. Its not about prestige, money or position, it is about me. My frenzy for books and novels never allowed me to think beyond being a writer. But the world was not sympathetic. Instead of penning romance and speaking into a microphone, I found myself struggling to keep up with the innumerable chemical formulas and movement of rays. The only piece of solace I found in a day was my English class. Years passed on and after many sleepless nights and in-house fights I reached what can be dubbed as the darkest phase of my life till date, class 11. A decent class 10 result had over-confidence brimming in my interiors as I took up science to study with. The first few exams passed with my failing in every other subject save English and Computers. Teachers came and went, chapters moved on but I could never grasp a single syllable of what was being taught. Fulfilling all expectations I failed the year and moved on to another school for class 12. Another few miserable results came along but I eventually passed the year without any decency in my school leaving grades.
Engineering was inevitable and I chose IT. Further humiliations pursued as I stumbled through the first three semesters. One bad relationship and another disastrous one kept me going till the 4th semester, and my results never went beyond 60%.
The 5th brought me back to the gateway of where I stand today. I would never be able to define any one cause of change I went through. My grades started to show promising numbers as did some other activites. The change was probably the result of a failed relationship. At times you have no choice but accept the fate, I chose revenge instead. Projects came, exams went and success seemed to suddenly smile down on my scarred face. The boy who had failed a class acquired a job before anyone else could and passed out with a 75% average.
Now, all said and done, I can never claim to be that underdog who made it big, but I can certainly can claim to be one who made a change all by himself. Looking at me, my father can never really relate to the student failing in subjects with the marketing official today, and I do not feel the blues to accept that I too find it difficult at times.
