It's half a score and people around me look the same. I was in a state of muffled musings and then, the flashbacks. Hardly one remembers all of them but to me it's an exception. The time rolls back to early 2000 when I was a child with high ambitions and aspirations. I used to ponder upon tiny trifles that what the reason could be. My inquisitiveness was my weapon which I used freely over whom I felt worth doing so. The targets were silver haired teachers and grandparents. I was the child who didn't believe in lullabies but fictions. Parents never found me the way they sought me to be. Science was the only thing that used to take somersaults in my mind. I was less a childish being, still used to fantasize. The only world known to me was the world of reasons, where everything happens for a reason, where nothing is baseless. Materialistic instances were found nowhere. And I enjoyed my world a lot. I didn't have as many friends as I have today, since no one could think beyond what I thought and this could perhaps be the reason. Say a boast, there were many craving to befriend me, but I gave a damn. I was not in nine clouds, still not on the crust. Abatement was not the issue but solitude was. Ego was no brained home but company was. Time had yet to teach me so-called lessons of life and I was impatiently waiting. This reminds me Sarojini Naidu's 'The Poet to Death' (please give it a read if possible). I had my dreams knotted and time slipped by. Today I'm satiated with what I was and feel free to share all I used to be. To many of my beloved friends, I'm an open book while few hardly know me. I regret the bond I could not establish between that segment of people but at the same time feel delighted to have been united with the fortunate segment. Many came and many went by, but few made it possible to cast a spell on my trait. Spell, that was not less than a magnanimous fluid which burnt me to yellow. Thanksgiving, is a courtesy to those but it's a bit of the gigantic one inside my bosom. I'm still the same person with the scientific code: Homo Sapiens. I urge to be better than I was yesterday. I urge to remain connected to my roots, while grasping horizon of achievements. I need assistance and seek advices. I'm still the same with negligible changes. Maturity played a better role on its part. Instinct is at work. Hoping to become the very man of my own I bid thanks to who all have read this and gone nostalgic about someone resembling me or me myself. :-!
Sunday, 20 October 2013
Tuesday, 15 October 2013
Footprints will be embarked...Surely!
Is this morning? Really, it is and I'm up to my senses and a new city and a new environment is waiting for me. The course which I'm pursuing is Bachelor of Journalism and Mass Communication or simply call it, BJ(MC). People are still pondering what I'm talking about, so without scratching the strings of my keenness in the girth, I tell about the thing. BJ(MC), the uprising course in the field of journalism plus mass communication. Now you are there.
Trains were shrieking and I boarded the train. New Delhi, the capital of India, was my destination. BJ(MC) was the course I chose for myself after introspecting my hobbies and interest (importantly). Earlier, like everyone else, I was too an IIT freak. School level was really a blooming session for me to grow my interest in the field of technology. But at the end one of my special friends recommended me to go for mass communication and this stirred my thoughts. Summed up to pursuing mass communication, I dropped the idea of appearing for JEE and fled for my goal. The journey from Kanpur to New Delhi had never been so momentous for me as I drive my mind according to the interest of my golden days, I mean school days as they are the only golden days in life. GGSIP University and my dream, paralleled to meet at horizon of my sight, soon arrived.
Bristled hair and undone attires, an 8-hr long journey and no assumption of what could be there waiting behind the walls. Walls, unpainted and downtrodden, catching up to me in an uncertain way to make my ambitions strenghtened. Ambitions, which were cooked by a tender bosom in the brink of all the celestial sayings around me. Ambitions to soar high in the sky with hardly any limit. And there I go, a really dramatic situation as of a Hindi movie where the protagonist keeps himself aloof of the mainstream was ahead. New city, new people, new language (or rather a new dialect, you keep figuring out the difference) was the 'so-called' agenda of life. Decision to move out of my well and dive into the ocean was at discretion.
Okay, after the entanglement of words aforementioned, you are still going through, man! Let me not pluck the interest and state what I had been preparing around. Final year in the school and then what people actually call life was at a stop to hire me in its course. I could have denied to board in but as it has rightly been said about the uncertainties in the life are already decided.
Well it was the dream and is gradually coming true. Elocution of my thoughts and hence its portrayal, this is all what I expected from this course. Yes, it is on process (I'm still an undergraduate). Taking journalism as my career option waved my motto higher and my passion for writing got accelerated. After my admission in MBICEM, I was a worm, worm who is ever-ready to learn anything. A little superficial knowledge and I was there. Topping two semesters continually was a big deal for me. 'Indian-ism' was arisen when parents uttered 'BRAVO SON!', (usually it doesn't arise). This has immensely inspired me to reincarnate my talent into this stream and if you think about its scope in future, it's justified. I mean, a professional course is meant to cater a job with a 6-digit remuneration. I know, a person is an infant in media unless he attains a popular identity and this applies to all. 10 years later, I would see myself (same as when Hindi movies end happily) as an established cyber expert. My love-my passion, my curiousity-my imagination, my day-my night, 'cyber', a term which I can every time relate myself to. Well, I am at verge of brimming my ambition to a full-fledged occupation, which I would then fill in the application forms of my kins during school admissions. Hoping for the best :)
Trains were shrieking and I boarded the train. New Delhi, the capital of India, was my destination. BJ(MC) was the course I chose for myself after introspecting my hobbies and interest (importantly). Earlier, like everyone else, I was too an IIT freak. School level was really a blooming session for me to grow my interest in the field of technology. But at the end one of my special friends recommended me to go for mass communication and this stirred my thoughts. Summed up to pursuing mass communication, I dropped the idea of appearing for JEE and fled for my goal. The journey from Kanpur to New Delhi had never been so momentous for me as I drive my mind according to the interest of my golden days, I mean school days as they are the only golden days in life. GGSIP University and my dream, paralleled to meet at horizon of my sight, soon arrived.
Bristled hair and undone attires, an 8-hr long journey and no assumption of what could be there waiting behind the walls. Walls, unpainted and downtrodden, catching up to me in an uncertain way to make my ambitions strenghtened. Ambitions, which were cooked by a tender bosom in the brink of all the celestial sayings around me. Ambitions to soar high in the sky with hardly any limit. And there I go, a really dramatic situation as of a Hindi movie where the protagonist keeps himself aloof of the mainstream was ahead. New city, new people, new language (or rather a new dialect, you keep figuring out the difference) was the 'so-called' agenda of life. Decision to move out of my well and dive into the ocean was at discretion.
Okay, after the entanglement of words aforementioned, you are still going through, man! Let me not pluck the interest and state what I had been preparing around. Final year in the school and then what people actually call life was at a stop to hire me in its course. I could have denied to board in but as it has rightly been said about the uncertainties in the life are already decided.
Well it was the dream and is gradually coming true. Elocution of my thoughts and hence its portrayal, this is all what I expected from this course. Yes, it is on process (I'm still an undergraduate). Taking journalism as my career option waved my motto higher and my passion for writing got accelerated. After my admission in MBICEM, I was a worm, worm who is ever-ready to learn anything. A little superficial knowledge and I was there. Topping two semesters continually was a big deal for me. 'Indian-ism' was arisen when parents uttered 'BRAVO SON!', (usually it doesn't arise). This has immensely inspired me to reincarnate my talent into this stream and if you think about its scope in future, it's justified. I mean, a professional course is meant to cater a job with a 6-digit remuneration. I know, a person is an infant in media unless he attains a popular identity and this applies to all. 10 years later, I would see myself (same as when Hindi movies end happily) as an established cyber expert. My love-my passion, my curiousity-my imagination, my day-my night, 'cyber', a term which I can every time relate myself to. Well, I am at verge of brimming my ambition to a full-fledged occupation, which I would then fill in the application forms of my kins during school admissions. Hoping for the best :)
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