The Story Of My Life

Change.

They say that change is the one thing that’s constant in life. I agree. Change is what life is about. One always changes; Every week, every day, every hour perhaps, you find something that’s new, something you want to do, something, the tiniest little thought, desire, or resolution that changes you. People say that these are small things, the *real* me has never changed and never will. Though I seriously doubt their contentions, I will restrict myself to writing more about myself.

My life, in my opinion, can be clearly divided into a few rather distinct phases-

Ø Pre-Class 10 phase:

This is when I was the consummate teacher’s pet- the prefect, the monitor, the guy-who-comes-first-and-always does-his-homework and whatnot. This, despite the fact that I never really remember studying much. I did, however love reading books. They were my constant companions and I could always be found with some novel or the other. Unfortunately, though I was not a couch potato, I did not play sports a lot. A curious little bookworm who still managed to be sufficiently popular, I made friends with a lot of people, some of whom I did not even like, don’t ask me how! Obviously, precious few of those friends remain. I must also mention that I have always studied in a boys’ school (L), hence had no real interaction with the fairer sex until my +2 JEE tuitions, which is another phase of my life, to be discussed later. I also must clarify that though I was liked by my fellows and my teachers alike, I was by no means the innocent guy who did not engage in mischief. Though I do recall those yesteryears with fervent nostalgia, I also know that there is a lot I missed, a lot to learn that I did not ( all sports are examples L ). Mine was not a perfect, but a pretty good and memorable bachpan. All said and done though, what I was about to turn into was to surprise everyone, including myself.

Ø +2 Phase (pre-JEE)

Like most other class toppers, I joined science, the branch stereotypically for studious people (henceforth referred to as ‘maggu’s ) like me. I had a choice- study medical or engineering. Despite a casual interest in biology, I decided to pursue the much talked and written about dream of IIT, mainly because most of my friends were doing so. Following the advice of a family friend, I joined a coaching institute of repute, again, like most of my friends. There, an excited young kid anxiously and nervously pondered about the mysterious species that was females. (In case you insensitive wretches are thinking I am exaggerating… I’M NOT!!! )

The beginnings were interesting, with me ‘discovering’ some pretty girls(obviously not being able to muster the courage to talk to them), and being very much ‘crush’ed. I made a few friends who liked to have a lot of fun, just like me, and well, we forgot that science was stereotypically about studying, and I did a lot of silly stuff. It was a phase of my life where I did things just so a> I would be considered ‘cool’ or b> It would be so crazy and weird that everyone would take notice of me. Put simply, I was an attention-seeker. The plan didn’t always work so well, however, and I was often subject to ridicule and made a fool of myself.

However, things began to sort themselves out, as the pretty girl(s)  in question decided IIT was not their thing, and quit tuitions. I changed friends, and by class 12, I was studying. Still, had a lot of fun, and my +2 days at (a new) school were totally awesome and enriching. Gave JEE, had an awesome day in the field, and succeeded beyond all my expectations, and got admitted to Indian Institute of Technology, Kharagpur, where my ongoing and most exciting phase of life began.

I was thinking of including my discourse on my life thus far at Kgp, in this post. However, I feel it merits a different post(s). Watch this space for updates J

Cheers

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