Term I
I sat in my house, looking outside the window. The weather was dull and gloomy and it seemed that it was dusk. I had just woken up from a nap and mom was asking me to get up; dad was all dressed up to go somewhere. I had totally lost track of time and was wondering what I was doing at home.
It was 10:00 a.m. and it was the first day of my vacations.
I still remembered the morning I woke up on my last day at home. It was 20th June ’06. I had moved with a heavy heart and mind full of anxiety about my new life at GIM.
Things happened since then. I got used to sharing room with friends; listening and talking to people in general (small talk); drinking occasionally; socializing; having tea in disposable cups; eating paneer for days together; no workouts; staying up late nights-till dawn; occasionally brooming my room; missing mom-dad n my sis; taking ferry rides, taking walks late at nights; blah, blah, blah…
Surprisingly I always found college interesting and however challenging it was, I always looked forward to it. I guess I have a mindset that this process of 2 years will make my life better.
3 months passed by -I must say they whizzed by. I was just looking in front of my nose and running- running to reach some place I defined as success. But in the quest of the destination, as much as I hate to admit it, I learnt that I made the journey miserable. I kept convincing my friends that hard work and perseverance pays; I guess I overdid it.
My hard work made me mediocre, and that made me work harder. I never enjoyed parties and outings; never mingled myself with groups; never was involved in non-academics.
These 3 months were a good learning experience for me. I learnt to take onus; work as a team; resolve conflicts; the importance of contacts and believing people. I learnt that smart work is the key.
This will be my learning for my journey ahead.
It was 10:00 a.m. and it was the first day of my vacations.
I still remembered the morning I woke up on my last day at home. It was 20th June ’06. I had moved with a heavy heart and mind full of anxiety about my new life at GIM.
Things happened since then. I got used to sharing room with friends; listening and talking to people in general (small talk); drinking occasionally; socializing; having tea in disposable cups; eating paneer for days together; no workouts; staying up late nights-till dawn; occasionally brooming my room; missing mom-dad n my sis; taking ferry rides, taking walks late at nights; blah, blah, blah…
Surprisingly I always found college interesting and however challenging it was, I always looked forward to it. I guess I have a mindset that this process of 2 years will make my life better.
3 months passed by -I must say they whizzed by. I was just looking in front of my nose and running- running to reach some place I defined as success. But in the quest of the destination, as much as I hate to admit it, I learnt that I made the journey miserable. I kept convincing my friends that hard work and perseverance pays; I guess I overdid it.
My hard work made me mediocre, and that made me work harder. I never enjoyed parties and outings; never mingled myself with groups; never was involved in non-academics.
These 3 months were a good learning experience for me. I learnt to take onus; work as a team; resolve conflicts; the importance of contacts and believing people. I learnt that smart work is the key.
This will be my learning for my journey ahead.
