"Senior Year College is just like sex, practical things result from both, but that's not why we do them." College was getting boring, to be honest. But there was just one thing that kept me interested. Freshmen. It is that time of the college year when a lot of students enter into Freshmen Year, really excited about the prospect of college. But what they didn't knew is that they would regret their decision to join engineering institution for the rest of their lives. But for the Seniors it was a complete different story. In about just one year, 2 semesters, 12 subjects and 2 projects later we'd be completely free. I was particularly ecstatic about the fact. But what awaited was a lot of expectations from family and friends. People constantly started bugging me with the questions about my future. What after engineering ? None of your business ! Ask me one more time and I'll shoot myself. I wanted to say.
There could be so many things I could do, maybe get a placement. But considering my track record, I knew that ship had sailed. Maybe I could go for a Masters Degree in Aerospace abroad, but there were a lot of risks to be taken. Going for an MBA seemed like a far better option, especially for me. I had made up my mind. I'd prepare myself for the entrance test and get into good B-school. Future Plans - Check.
It felt great being a Senior. All the attention I got. Going to the Freshmen parties, without invitation and still not being rejected. Senior Year was sure turning out to be great. I got the best project in the class. Life seemed perfect.
30th August. I was at a party with my sister. The party had just started when the call came. My sister started crying on the phone. I was clueless. She asked to head back home. We got in the car. I tried asking her the reason but it was in vain. She kept sobbing. We reached home. Mom was weeping as well. Dad was tensed. I asked him what was going on. He said my Nanu (Maternal Grandfather) was serious.
We left for Ahmedabad. I was driving. I knew he wasn't keeping well. But just yesterday I had a talk with him and he seemed fine. I knew dad was lying about Nanu being serious. I knew that wasn't it. I feared the worst. All kinds of thoughts were going on in my mind. I forced on to the accelerator and soon I crossed 110 Km/hr.
We reached the place. There were a lot of people present. It conformed all my fears. I just wanted to see with my eyes. I entered the apartment. I saw my Nani crying aloud. Nanu was lying in the middle of the room on his death bed. A tear rolled down my eye. I didn't speak much. My eyes were glued on him. It was the first time someone so close to me had passed away.
We got him ready for the funeral. And all the rituals were taken care of. We got back home and I still could not get over the fact that he was gone. Forever. The very next day he could be celebrating his birthday (31st August). Life is not fair. He had influenced my life in a very big way. He inspired me to set my aims high in life. He was the one who helped me out in the time of dilemma. The one man I could count on no-matter-what. He was gone.
Sadness prevailed. Nothing made sense. I was shocked. But I still had to man up and take care of my Mumma and Sister. I exactly did that. Not only them, I had taken the responsibility of handling my kid cousins.
Certainly the worst period of my life. That was it. The situation reminded me of a famous Woody Allen quote. "I am not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens."
There could be so many things I could do, maybe get a placement. But considering my track record, I knew that ship had sailed. Maybe I could go for a Masters Degree in Aerospace abroad, but there were a lot of risks to be taken. Going for an MBA seemed like a far better option, especially for me. I had made up my mind. I'd prepare myself for the entrance test and get into good B-school. Future Plans - Check.
It felt great being a Senior. All the attention I got. Going to the Freshmen parties, without invitation and still not being rejected. Senior Year was sure turning out to be great. I got the best project in the class. Life seemed perfect.
30th August. I was at a party with my sister. The party had just started when the call came. My sister started crying on the phone. I was clueless. She asked to head back home. We got in the car. I tried asking her the reason but it was in vain. She kept sobbing. We reached home. Mom was weeping as well. Dad was tensed. I asked him what was going on. He said my Nanu (Maternal Grandfather) was serious.
We left for Ahmedabad. I was driving. I knew he wasn't keeping well. But just yesterday I had a talk with him and he seemed fine. I knew dad was lying about Nanu being serious. I knew that wasn't it. I feared the worst. All kinds of thoughts were going on in my mind. I forced on to the accelerator and soon I crossed 110 Km/hr.
We reached the place. There were a lot of people present. It conformed all my fears. I just wanted to see with my eyes. I entered the apartment. I saw my Nani crying aloud. Nanu was lying in the middle of the room on his death bed. A tear rolled down my eye. I didn't speak much. My eyes were glued on him. It was the first time someone so close to me had passed away.
We got him ready for the funeral. And all the rituals were taken care of. We got back home and I still could not get over the fact that he was gone. Forever. The very next day he could be celebrating his birthday (31st August). Life is not fair. He had influenced my life in a very big way. He inspired me to set my aims high in life. He was the one who helped me out in the time of dilemma. The one man I could count on no-matter-what. He was gone.
Sadness prevailed. Nothing made sense. I was shocked. But I still had to man up and take care of my Mumma and Sister. I exactly did that. Not only them, I had taken the responsibility of handling my kid cousins.
Certainly the worst period of my life. That was it. The situation reminded me of a famous Woody Allen quote. "I am not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens."
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