2013 & Early 2014
Foreword
Who doesn’t say, “College has been one of the best times of my life”? Well, I am no different from all of them, but I was also careless, reckless, and rude (to name a few).
I welcomed all sorts of troubles in those days in my everyday life.
I would say I was just another ordinary kid who wanted to do something salient; whether it was good or bad, it did not bother me.
Arguments: Bring it on! Fights? Let’s fight! Drinking? Like a fish!
My family income was somewhere in the middle range of middle-class which was now slowly progressing. So, I took everything for granted, and this can be seen from the fact that, though I wanted to go to America for post-graduation, I wasn’t even doing the bare minimum required to sit in on the college placements.
It is when I realized that I have messed up in life!
2013 was a rough phase, as I was going through a breakup as well, and somehow I distracted myself by going on long walks with Victor in the morning and for a swim in the evening with my friend Harshil.
Victor
I have wanted to keep a dog, and not just any dog, I wanted to have a Rottweiler but my parents were skeptical about it, the reason being that we had a dog, a German Shepherd, who died early due to overbreeding issues, but this time I made sure that I was not making the same mistake by checking the papers for the pup’s parents. I even played around with one of them, and finally, after 2 days, I had that cute little pup in my arms. Oh, man!
This cutie grew up too soon, out of nowhere he grew out of my arms and soon out of reach as well. My mum took care of all his needs - cooking a massive food bowl for him(Everything veg!), Cleaning his place(Every day!) and most importantly giving him affection. He was a mummy’s boy - emotionally attached to her, even responded to her in the closest dog-human voice. You can imagine!
Longest road trip
While coming back, we stayed one night in Jaipur and went to a 5-star hotel to have dinner, where, to our shock, one plain chapati cost 200 per piece, and I could feel everyone’s hunger receding in just one.
The character
My friend Monika and I used to spend a lot of time together over the discussion of current affairs. In those days, I used spend 2 hours everyday in reading full length and breadth of The Hindu and Economic Times. She use to keep me busy and on the heals. I will brag here that I was also good at keeping up with her.
MBA prep
As I was not placed in a job, I carried on with my MBA prep, which I had started at the beginning of the year. During all this time, I stopped drinking and going out with friends. This was the first time I had taken a break from the booze since I started.
I had a victim mindset then and felt like a loser. I kept quiet, changed my phone number, which I shared with just a few friends, and kept myself in isolation. Citing exam prep as an excuse, I also shifted my room to the first floor.
My sister and I had a good time closer to my exams, as she had holidays before her mid-term. During this period, I was just revising my syllabus, so I borrowed her math book to take a look at the pre-solved questions.
To my surprise, one of the same questions appeared in the main exam, and due to excitement about already knowing the answer to it, I directly jumped on the options without focusing on the slight tweak in it. I panicked as the answer that I knew was not there in the options, so neither could I find the tweak nor the right answer. This one question put me in a zone where I just froze for the rest of the time.
I half-heartedly attempted the rest of the MBA entrance exams, and they were over by November. It was life as usual while I was waiting for the results. During the same period, my friends were getting ready to go to Canada for higher education; some friends started their IELTS coaching, some went travel shopping, and, more importantly, celebrated their wins, of which I was part each time.
Failed them all
It was early February 2014 when the results were declared and TADA! Yours truly aced the 47th percentile. I should not have been surprised by the results, but I was still crestfallen and cried like a baby (crying big tears while wrapping myself around my mother). It was not just one bad outcome; the results that followed were also the same, but I did not cry anymore as I was (Shamelessly stubborn by now).
Now, what?
Finally, I got a call from an MBA college in Hyderabad as I attended their introduction seminar held in Chandigarh. Though, I was not happy but still, a little relieved, as it was the same college that both my cousin and brother-in-law had attended. Beggars are not choosers, so I packed my bags and boarded the train for the college interview.
Victor was sad to see me go!
Who am i?
- Depressed
- Aimless
- No skills