The atmosphere is tense. I have given up on waiting for the results. Its gonna be out anytime now. I decide to kill my time by finding some work out of my house. On my way back I get a call from one of my friends. Results are out. He has passed! I put a brake on my bike to the nearest cyber cafe. Click, onto the site. Click, they ask me for my roll number. Click, Fail !!??
Click, click, click. Still my results blur out the word - Fail!
Thats probably one of those moments in my life where I cant just believe and digest what is happening. More because its disastrous.
Calls keep flowing in. Some ask. Some pity. Some share my state of shock. Some try to motivate. I give up on everything and just sit besides my mom. Head down in her lap. Finally I shed the much awaited tears. But head comes out of her lap with one thought. Dude, you shouldn't have just survived anyways, you should rock.
Next two days go drowned in mountain high work. Work I was looking forward to. Work that I wanted to. Mind still to dissolve the chemical compound called Fail.
Come Monday and I now have time to react. The brain now takes in the compound to give simple but even more irritating element. Frustation. How do you work hard, work intelligent, work genuinely and yet end up with not being paid your worth? And I am not stuck in some marketing job mind you.
Days pass. Realisation sunks in. Studies hijack my schedules again.
But I have decided to stand by my principle for life.
Enjoy whatever I am doing.
Cheers for all my friends who passed and cheers for me getting to back to what I do love doing - planning, helping friends with studies and studying ofcourse...
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