…those two months…
…this episode started when after two long years of toil it was the time for the upshot.
As I had been preparing for the hell of the most difficult technical exams, IIT-JEE, so everyone in my kin was eyed up at me, may be searching for a chance to fire jibes targeting me and my parents.
Not to mention, I had been a nerd all through my school life so my family had lofty expectations.
So finally came 30st may,2007…the day history was rewritten…the day all laxity that I showed in preparing for the exam was to be graded…the day the result was out…
It was 8am and I switched on my pc…double clicked internet explorer icon on the desktop (in those days I knew about no other browsers)…
With quivering hands I lettered…www.iitb.ac.in
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Then it was a blank until the result page came into sight…
I was kind a fainted and even when I got back to senses I was groggy…the page appeared smudged…
I read the first line…it read something like ‘you are eligible for the counseling at IITB’
My heart was pounding…and I leaped dancing…
I was dumbstruck…gleefully I read it further …
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All elation was flushed away in a jiffy…
I was feeling suicidal…blue…melancholic.
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Hours passed but gloom didn’t.
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Days passed but gloom didn’t.
My parents appreciated me for getting though in the very first attempt.
Albeit I saved myself and m parents from being the butt of the jokes but couldn’t crack a good career.
This is when I realized that I stood disheveled for the last two years…I dint even bathe regularly…I dint even leered the girl I had a crush on…I dint even try to woo the girl I fantasize even today(I feel like loving her) …all for being trashed to such a poor rank.
I really worked hard…I can’t even dream of slogging that much now.
But they say…it’s the result that speaks.
So I succumbed.
Everybody said that I had a good rank in AIEEE, so there was nothing much to worry of.
Days passed by and I slowly but surely accepted the verity.
Soon it came the time for counseling. The destination was the one I always fantasized…the one I craved to sport in my spirits…IITB.
It was day3…for all those who mucked up the paper and fucked up the result, fatefully or fact fully.
The day started with the inimical lecture of the JEE chair…which at that time sounded astonishing.
Followed was the counseling…
I filled all possible choices as if I was oblivion of my rank and was expecting rank1.
It was high time standing in the line just for the sake of getting a seat in the college I never even wished to read the name off…the college I am presently in…ISM.
This is how your fate drives you to your destiny…
I had profuse other options…but I landed in something I never dreamt of. (May be…had such a nightmareJ)
I could have got DCE as per my AIEEE rank…a swanky life at Delhi with plentiful girls to ogle at(can’t help…I was a kid thenL) but dint give two hoots to it…simply because of ego problem that I have qualified JEE so I looked down at students of such colleges as dimwits.
But today I feel elated at my decision of coming to ISM (because we only are still getting jobsJ)
Stupendously, I have learnt to say ‘all that matters is those 6 hours…those you spend scribbling your OMR sheet’.
