"Hope" - seems to be a simple word, but it's the thing that keeps us going. Every task we undertake, even every step we take is all with the hope of a better result. In IIT, a place where you'll find the creme de la creme of brains, this word assumes utmost importance. Everything is based on competitions, and amongst the best of guys, there's a huge probability you're going to be rejected unless you're extremely good. Still, people apply; all because of that damn hope! They try so hard but all in vain.
I was also among the firm supporters of "Every dark cloud has a silver lining" until a litany of failures turned optimism into pessimism. There was a time when success came to me without any sincere attempt; but that's past. A nightmarish experience of the first two months of my 2nd year at IIT has turned it all.
After a boring two-month semester break, I came back to IIT with a lot of expectations. A new department and a new hall of residence made me very excited. After a tiring process of registration and settling, it was time to face the OP. We did all sorts of stuffs without any arguments, which supposedly made us "mentally strong". But, in the end, this OP thing wasn't as terrifying as its prelude.
Meanwhile, the shortlisting of students for various activities was on. The most important of them was the selection of the core members' team of the two fests- Spring Fest and Kshitij. The glamour of a core team member in IIT is as much as a cinestar. I didn't try for it; rather I knew I wasn't going to be selected by any chance. I am not that good in sports, except for table tennis, where I was eliminated in the first round. But, I was selected for dramatics, in which a guy not even turning up for auditions is selected. I enjoyed every bit of it, even though I was in a minor role and why not, we won a prize. It was the GD-PI season next and being rejected in every GD you face are not the best signs for your future.
The last of the series of horrendous events was election to various secretary posts, where every 2nd year student was made to contest and face the Statement of Purpose (SOP). I chose for dramatics and I had to toil even though I didn't want to win. Meanwhile, my Maths teacher threatened me of de-registration owing to my very poor attendance. These things ended with a treat when drinks eased our pain. But, it wasn't over yet; the mid-semester exams were beckoning us. I tried hard but it was too late and eventually I took the worst exams in my life. Nothing was going right for me. But, as of now, it's time to forget everything and start a new journey although we've messed up big time.
I was also among the firm supporters of "Every dark cloud has a silver lining" until a litany of failures turned optimism into pessimism. There was a time when success came to me without any sincere attempt; but that's past. A nightmarish experience of the first two months of my 2nd year at IIT has turned it all.
After a boring two-month semester break, I came back to IIT with a lot of expectations. A new department and a new hall of residence made me very excited. After a tiring process of registration and settling, it was time to face the OP. We did all sorts of stuffs without any arguments, which supposedly made us "mentally strong". But, in the end, this OP thing wasn't as terrifying as its prelude.
Meanwhile, the shortlisting of students for various activities was on. The most important of them was the selection of the core members' team of the two fests- Spring Fest and Kshitij. The glamour of a core team member in IIT is as much as a cinestar. I didn't try for it; rather I knew I wasn't going to be selected by any chance. I am not that good in sports, except for table tennis, where I was eliminated in the first round. But, I was selected for dramatics, in which a guy not even turning up for auditions is selected. I enjoyed every bit of it, even though I was in a minor role and why not, we won a prize. It was the GD-PI season next and being rejected in every GD you face are not the best signs for your future.
The last of the series of horrendous events was election to various secretary posts, where every 2nd year student was made to contest and face the Statement of Purpose (SOP). I chose for dramatics and I had to toil even though I didn't want to win. Meanwhile, my Maths teacher threatened me of de-registration owing to my very poor attendance. These things ended with a treat when drinks eased our pain. But, it wasn't over yet; the mid-semester exams were beckoning us. I tried hard but it was too late and eventually I took the worst exams in my life. Nothing was going right for me. But, as of now, it's time to forget everything and start a new journey although we've messed up big time.
