It's the journey that makes you love the destination!

In Class 12, when I had decided that I wanted to be at MIT, I was more amazed about the college than the things that I had to do for going there - The exams, SOPs, studies all seemed to fade away in front of the very idea of MIT. When students my age were preparing for State CET, the Common Entrance Test, I thought about nothing less than MIT.

I knew I wanted to be there. I knew I deserved it. But what I did for reaching there, was totally the opposite. In a joint family, where getting to spend some alone time was a herculean task, it was difficult for me to comprehend and explain to myself, why I was wrong.

I could see how little I was doing for my essay. I could see the fact that cleaning the house was not as important as getting my recommendations from the Vice Principal of my junior college. I could see I did not need to fall in love with some one else. I could see how terribly scared I was during exams for the subject I loved - Math! I knew I wanted to participate in the Regional Olympiad in Math, only if it did not cost the Rs. 60/- that I could barely afford at that time.

But seeing does not mean acting. And I did not act. Because all the time, I wanted to believe that I was meant to be there. I was amazed at the fact that I would be surrounded by people who make an identity in life. I wanted to make one too! Only, I did not participate in the process to be the identity I wanted to be! I was sure that I would ardently work once I reached there, but I wasn't sure of working hard to reach there.

MIT might be for the super geniuses, but it might as well could have been for me.

Products or the ultimate goals in life are as important as living the journey. None the less, even though I did not make it to MIT or any good university in the US or the IIT's in India, I lived a life of my own.

The journey made it up for the loss. The fear of not being able to get the course of my choice - Engineering, was more fearful than the fact that I was not going to make it to MIT. I realized I should have acted. 5 years down the line, when I look back, I know I missed a dream back then. But I also know I learned who I was, who I am, and who I want to be!
I might have never known
how difficult it is, to code without a computer or a laptop…
how amazing it is, to top your class…
how refreshing it is, to dance when all you know is shaking your left feet in no particular sync…
how mentally satisfying it is, to climb mountains, sleep amidst insects, work with interesting but non functional electronic kits just to get the multiplexer right,  and falling in love with a college and place that was nowhere close to your 'dream' college.

I guess I cannot thank my stars enough for letting me live the life I lived, even though it did not teach me that the Fourier Series is much like the wavy-view, of the moon when seen through a sieve or the fact that I would've known better examples that represent the Fourier Series had I been at MIT.

Somethings change your life forever :) !

Everyone and everything in your life... from the small kid next door, who keeps you awake all night with his yelling, the manager who sucks your blood each morning - till the time you leave, your ex boyfriends/girlfriends who made your otherwise happening life miserable to your best friends with whom you spend saturday nights bitching about the above miseries in your life! It's all a circle... And it's all necessary to join the dots and keep the circle going round ;) !

When people leave your life, the emptiness they leave behind, is something you don't want to fill up... But with time, you realise, it was important... Because you wouldn't have space for something new to come up.

The lesson could be as small as learning the english alphabets to something as big as sharing your PS4 with your brother. But the experiences that revolve around these lessons, teach you a million things.

- Age is just a number and your designation is just a string---
             You are as old as you feel and as big as the fifth standard girl who has started learning algebra or the entrepreneur who has just cracked a million dollar deal!

- Smile & the world smiles with you---
             Don't look like you're gonna murder the person standing in front of you... Smiles are free, you know?

- Keep learning---
            Even Einstein was learning all his life dude! Who are we to say we know everything??

- Fight with your friends---
            Bare your soul to your friends --- They're gonna be there for you even if you've previously pulled their pants down when they were with a hot date(Don't try it, though ;) )!

- Decide something... And stop thinking about it!
            It's human tendency to change... But once you take a decision, don't overthink!

- Don't be the one saying "I've never tried Beer", at the age of 70!

            Try everything, once! The most that will happen is, you're gonna get kicked out of your house at 16, and still manage to have your bones intact, than at 70, when you're probably going to get kicked out of this world, anytime :'( ! Make mistakes & smile :D !

- You and you alone are not responsible for the Global Warming in this World---
             Chill!

There could be so much more you have learnt in life, but never stopped by, to ponder upon...

Take some time off! Do what you love the most! And life will love you back!!

The Right Wrong...

He walks in through the classroom door...

The yellow t-shirt he sports with scraped jeans speaks of the kind of life he lives. And his black unkempt hair makes her totally sure of the kind of stuff he could be into and that she wouldn't seem to take part in any of it.

Actually, she doesn't even think of wasting time in thinking about him when she sees him... and he ceases to be the topic of any lassy discussion that goes on usually, at the hostel.

It's not long before she actually forgets him as a gone-off-the-track guy.

A year passes by and theres no sign of interaction between the two of them... there were no reasons to talk either, she sighs.

Another year begins... and fortunately or unfortunately, for her... she has common friends with him. There's a college fest that she's gonna be handling along with the common group of friends and him of course. There are signs of brief interaction between the two of them. But that's about it... she can keep to herself pretty well... its been coming to her naturally off late. It ends soon.

And suddenly out of no where... she gets a message in the middle of the night almost after six months... from an unknown number. And it's him.

She's cautious... for the n- number of reasons that she thinks he must've done it for. None of us want to be the butt of jokes that loiter around the college katta, do we?

Suspiciously eyeing the phone, every time it rings and carefully preserving every message he sends, to the extent that she deleted some very special messages she never would have deleted otherwise... She isn't realizing the slow affect he is beginning to have on her and the routine goes on until...

She gathers courage to reply and asks the reason for his messaging. That was the end! The bar had been broken. And she had ventured into the untrodden path, what she liked to call, "The Wrong!" 

She'd started talking to him... rather sharing her time with him.

"The Wrong" was something she had failed to resist, despite the numerous attempts she made to stop her from walking into it... *sigh* again.

She understood she would end up making him like her... in some way. In some way, he would lose the freedom he enjoyed.  In some way, he would lose the smile he flashed. In some way, he would lose his life... his identity. And gain nothing in return... 'cause she could'nt afford to live the way he did... 

And yet, she wanted "The Wrong" 'cause only he made her world seem "right".

SP...

I rarely express myself to thank my teachers... but I want to, for this one. I owe her that day.

Practical Exam - Day 2.

She was the supervisor... and I pre-fitted it into my head that today was going to be really tough. And it was... but in another way.

I'd had to execute an ALP in Microprocessors and it was something I thought I knew... until ofc I got to know that I was making a mistake and I was so unable to rectify it. I'd made up my mind that I was going to flunk... and I dreaded even the very thought of repeating the whole thing again.

The External Examiner is yet another someone I want to thank... but later on. First, he took the pleasure of being a stern teacher and told me to perform my practical.

Later on, I did the most childish thing I could ever do... start crying in the middle of an exam! I so wanted to pass it... for the teacher who  really put in efforts to see that we understood every word and ofc for myself!

And while all this was going on in my head... came the teacher I am thanking here. It wasn't her subject so she couldn't practically help me. But she did encourage me... a lot. Something that wasn't expected of her because we were the newbies. "Ho jaayega... don't lose hope. Everyone knows you've done your work. Don't cry..."

I actually wanted to hug her!!

I don't know why... but those words hit me, real hard. I could say she really trusted me. 

And I owe this practical to her... And I want to thank her... for doing it without any concrete reason from her side.

And I want to thank the external examiner for listening to my side. 

Gore Haath !!!!

             Hahahaha, this one's for my roomie and friend - Shanta :D ... She's a nice simple serious girl from Solapur... come here for a job search. Then there's Seema - a cutie who's here for job search.And I'm just the opposite ... a nutty weirdo who keeps talking anything on anything.... and who's obviously studying :P
             One evening, at tea, me n Shanta n Seema were discussing something and suddenly Seema told me ke Malu (that's what they call me at my room :$ ) , tere haath kitne gore hain (As in, your hands are so fair)!
              And suddenly Shanta said, "haan, she keeps them in her jeans ka pockets na ! " LOL, I seriously couldn't control my laughter and neither could Seema. It was hilarious! And when I asked her why'd she say that, Shanta said ... Malu tune hi toh kaha tha ek din.
              That's when I remembered I told her something of that sort one day, just for fun... Little did I know, she'd take it so seriously.... That was so seriously and innocently said, I wish I could capture that moment !!!

A Glimpse ...

           Pretty late to start writing. Its probably been days since I've thought of writing, but I just didnt get time. Today is different though :D I'm at Varsha's college - MIT, Pune.
         
          Oh by the way, let me introduce you to Ms. Varsha :D :D :D :D .... she's my roomie at my PG in Kothrud, where I currently live. And she's a young budding lecturer at MIT, Pune. Thats formal stuff :P .. Informally, we're just anything more than roommates who've met like just 3 months back !!! We get along like a house on fire, seriously. She's one of the nicest parts of the very few nice things that happen to me very rarely. And I'm glad I came to that PG alone. Oh, and she's so cute and nice and everything you'd wish for :D. LOL, but I rarely do the obligations of appreciating her so much :( .
           Anyway, I've had real fun. Today is some function at her college, and I was alone at our place, so she thought of tagging me along :D ... I've met so many people. Its nice .. to mingle with people older than you... gives you a good taste of your probable life when you'd be their age. There's Meenakshi - a friend of Varsha's and now mine too :P ... a really cool lecturer and Mr. Mandar who I'd tease with his small roomie when I didn't really know who and how he was. Then there is Ritika Ma'am, Vidya Ma'am, Archana Ma'am, Sunil Sir, Pingale Sir, Magar Sir, Kakde Sir.... I don't really remember if I'm forgetting someone! :( .... But they're really nice people to be around with... I'm glad my roomie got me here :D
           Getting to the point, its really nice to have older people around you. And last night, I and Varsha roamed almost half of my area for Nitin... Oh, forgot to introduce him ... he's a nice friend of mine who had devised a not-so-chic plan to trouble us :P .. anyway, I finally saw Pune streets at 11 in the night ? ! It's certainly not a big thing I know, for most. But, for me, its really ... new ! And then, we had a few incidents I seriously would never want to forget in my entire life and even beyond.
         

The Beginning !!!

     I don't know why, but there's this weird feeling of writing my days into this "wired diary." It's just that I'm kind of in the last year of my "teenage" life, well, just 5 months to be precise. And then, it surely won't make a difference to me, because I'll still be the same, but I won't be a teenager, legally, anymore... So, just before these days end or before I can forget these days, I think I'll take the pains to write them down... something like - Memorable Memories of The Golden Age temporarily, because I haven't thought of a name, sadly. So, I guess, I'll just write all the possible things I do ... as in things which make me happy. That way, when I'm like 28, I'll know how much I've gained or lost in those 10 years or how talkative I am or just how much I enjoyed my days being alone, independent and a teenager! :P . Don't know if it makes sense though, but I'll still write.