I'm back with a piece of my life, all in exchange for 10 minutes of your time. If you read the last post, thank you for reading it and waiting for this post. Feel free to comment on anything --- beautiful yet pathetic, smart yet rude, thought provoking yet boring --- all comments are entertained. If this is your first time on my blog, I would suggest you read the preceding posts to understand my personality well. The fact is that I can be a really boring guy to listen to, if your thought process is radically different (mostly guys who are all-rounders or who have great grasping power tend to stay away from such posts). But this post is not for them, or atleast is not meant to satisfy their expectations. The people who really are interested in my posts, are usually those who have been just like me, who have struggled their whole lives, and want to taste success in its greatest sizes. They will love to remember the minor details of every success, and in these small things, they greatest of happiness can be experienced and felt. Let's get back to where we left off last time, my 10th standard, the second year of struggle, a year which had many forgettable and unforgettable moments.
Year II: 10th standard (2010-11)
This is for all 10th graders and below to read (actually a mustread!!). If you don't qualify, then you can still read and you could probably enjoy comparing your 10th grade experiences with mine!! If this is the first post that you're reading on my blog, it is suggested that you read my previous posts to decide on whether you would want to continue reading future posts.
It was a year, which was not exactly memorable, but telling the story makes me feel relieved that I ended that year on a happy note. I grew up, mentally and physically, and learned to adapt to my environment and the people around me. I was a complete introvert until I came to 10th. I realized that I had to mind what others thought of me, otherwise it would be difficult to socialize, or possibly even exist. 10th tested me on all levels, and the failures that came along taught me a great deal, some bad things included. Dealing with those was a problem of course, a problem which took 3 years to resolve. In any case, I had other big problems to deal with, and the starting of that academic year presented me with the biggest shock of the year.
Generally, the first day of school goes in allocation of classes to all students in a particular grade. Students never wanted to leave friends made in previous classes, and used to shout in ecstasy if the same happened. I was usually placed in the same class, the 'F' section, filled with lots of guys I had known from 7th, and whom I liked to be with. Thing was, this year it was different. The school management was gearing up for the new curriculum of examination that the government had just instated: CCE. No one knew what the system was going to be like because ours was the first batch. We were usually the first batch to suffer from any changes made in the educational system, so we were nicknamed 'the guinea pigs'. In any case, there was something about gradepoints and extracurriculars in the new system, and the management wanted any student who didn't study well or wasn't good at extras, to be made good. HOW??? By forcibly shifting them into a mainstream of students, who had what I didn't have. In reverse, my good academics would somehow boost the overall performance of the class I went to. What they decided was that the 'E' section lacked academics and was notorious for their pranks played (one involved playing with coke bottles inside the classroom and breaking the door and fans). So, thinking of me as a 'stabilizer', they pushed me into the worst section of that academic year, and probably in my student career.
I wouldn't have minded it so much, if the 3 biggest bullies weren't sitting in my class. One guy was very special and I still remember his bullying till this date. One of the worst things about being in the same class as him, was that, whatever he did, nobody, neither a student nor teacher would dare to punish or even shout at him. REASON: He happened to be the eldest son of one of the trustees on the board of management. The trustee's father was the owner of the school and a Rajya Sabha member. No one dared to annoy them. These several factors were more than enough to demoralize me, and I decided to wait out this entire year. Unfortunately, he found me and never left a single instance to try and humiliate me. Any time the teacher favoured me or appreciated what I did, he tried to counteract what I was doing and insulted me in front of the class. Once he saw me praying just before a test. He started arguing with the teacher, as to why I should display my religious feelings about god and why the teacher never stopped me from doing so. He tried to throw things at me, hurt me by any means possible and steal my stuff. I guess the help of the teachers in such situations was a God blessing, and I take this opportunity to thank all my friends and teachers who helped me recover from these traumatic episodes.
A good part of my time was spent trying to learn football. I had become interested in the game and wanted to learn to play it. Sadly, I happened to be in a class filled with footballers, who had so much more experience and were on the school team. Naturally, any game played involved only such guys, and people like me were left out to warm the benches. I was a complete introvert and didn't know how to fight for something, even if I deserved it, unless it was handed over to me, leave alone fighting for something that I didn't deserve. So I resigned myself to thinking that I was never going to be able to play. However, one day, many guys didn't come to school, and we had a games period. It was rare for us to get such a period, as the notoriety level of the class meant that we got punished for almost all periods. So we tried to make maximum use of the time. One of the teams needed a goalkeeper. There was no one else left, so the captain reluctantly chose me. I did a decent job, I guess, for the saves weren't easy for a guy with 0 experience. I guess I was crossing the line. The next time, the ball went over the goalpost. I had to retrieve the ball to kick it back inside. I was in a hurry, so as to not disappoint anyone. I ran and tried to jump across the ledge separating the field from the neighbouring school. In my attempt, I slipped and hit my head against an open drain, which left a huge gash on my head. I was bleeding profusely, so the good guys in the class picked me up and took me to the infirmary, where the nurse said that I had to be taken to a hospital for immediate surgery. My mom was called to Apolo and by the end of the night, had to write a cheque worth rs 20,000 to have that gash in my head stitched up. It was pretty deep and required hundreds of stitches to hold it in place. The only good result of that fall was the scar. When the surgery was going on, the doctor asked me if I was a Harry Potter fan. I told him that I was the biggest one alive. So he did a technique of suturing, known commonly as z-plasty, which resulted in me getting a Harry Potter like scar. People started taking notice of me, atleast the scar. With the huge bandaid on my head for 3 weeks, I looked like a war hero coming back from Vietnam. I still recounting the story to anyone who asks, and it increased my importance in school for some time.
Competitions were to be shunned, as my mom said that 10th was an important class and I couldn't afford to mess up my grades, however lenient the system. So I followed the path set out by my mom, and did was in my mom's interests, for my mom usually was right. I went for a single quiz that year, and failed again, thus increasing the importance of time spent for studying. I participated in a school debate, and lost miserably. However, that thought me a lot about public speaking, about how to organize myself in public and how to defend a wrong or meaningless statement. I was also selected for an international exchange program with a school in germany, but my mom said that I shouldn't waste time on such unnecessary "exhibitions". Any other competition I went for was a failure, and this demoralized me. It only told me to stop wasting time on competitions. One thing that I did do that I liked a lot, was to lend my voice as the principal narrator for the school's play in that year's annual day. It was an exciting experience, working in a studio, and it really gave me happiness listening to my own voice on tape at the annual day.
Since this year was dedicated to studies, I decided to work on 2 things: my studies at school and those for the JEE. Valhala was still 3 years away, and I didn't want to lose steam. So I joined a new coaching center (the old one didn't offer anything for 10th standard) which had a classroom dedicated for the JEE training program. Actually, no one was interested in taking the 10th coaching, so I got in easily. There were only 10 guys in the class, of which only 2 (me included!) were regular. I was fully devoted to this coaching, because I had a lot of spare time, and I was determined to win the respect of my classmates. I remember standing in the overcrowded buses to reach class on time and come back home. The determination to win was so much that I was willing to face the cold weather, the hot afternoons and even the heavy showers to ensure I didn't miss a class. Everyone, my school and coaching center classmates, thought that I was good at academics, and told me to diversify, to do interesting things. I refused to listen to such random advice, and many times, regret my decisions. However, in the arena of competitive exams like olympiads, I was an ace. I secured a couple of medals in national and international level olympiads. These stats gave me and my parents the belief that I could get into the final abode of India's most esteemed engineers: IIT.
Two horrible habits that I got into in the 10th were solely due to the bad company that I had in that class. I will always consider them to be the sole culprits for the fall in my level of discipline. The first most disastrous thing that occurred was that I started lying. To almost everyone, my teachers, my friends, in rare cases my relatives. Of course, with really good and near ones, I lied only to hide the atrocities that I was facing everyday at school. Still a lie is a lie, and everytime since, I have tried to crush my temptation to lie. The second bad thing to happen to me was Youtube. I learned that Youtube was home to videos of all types. You just searched a bit and you'd get videos that can make any teenager boy go crazy. So I went full into watching such shit. At the end of such sessions, my head would ache and I would become a lesser human, more savage with each night. I was unsuccessful in stopping this while in the 10th. However, in the 11th, I reasoned out things with myself. I had prayer sessions with God, in which I understood that my goal was something completely different, of a higher order, of such great importance that I had to achieve those greater goals for the betterment of mankind. The shit that today's media has done to us, had to be undone, for it was distracting us from our real goals in life. It was killing souls and ambitions. I didn't want to be a victim, so I moved on fast and started thinking more about a famous phrase: Simple living, High thinking.
By the end of the midterm, I went to see my dad in the gulf. I had lived abroad for so long, that I couldn't forget about the comforts and friends given there. So I really liked to be back there. Earlier that year, my family had shifted into our own, permanent house, which was a relief, as the old house was getting too bad to live in. The change to a more open, sun-filled apartment, brought a lot my positivity and inspiration, and gave me the courage to take all the negativity surrounding me at school. You all should try this: every morning, get up at around 5AM, and just breathe in and out properly for 10 minutes. Go outside into your balcony at 7AM and feel the warm rays of the sun fall on you. It gives you a surge that is so powerful and energizing. This contradicts with the fact that I used to sleep at 4AM, but that is a mistake that I used to do, which is not at all recommended. Get some sunshine, it can really make your day.
One amazing thing about this year was that at the end of the year, the entire class and teachers acknowledged my brilliance and perfectionism. They signed off on a good note, with a meeting at a nearby mall to conclude the year. The graduation day of class 10 wasn't spectacular, but was worth remembering. I slowly started growing out of my shell and people acknowledged my efforts. Most importantly, the year ended on a high. In january, there were admission tests to major coaching institutes for the 2 most crucial years of our lives, the 2 years to be used for preparation for the IITJEE. I didn't prepare for any test. I felt that my 10th standard knowledge was enough to get me in. I wrote all tests. In one test, 5 minutes before the test, I got worried as to why I was not feeling serious or nervous about the test. Nevertheless, I sat for the 3 hours, and completed the paper. I didn't know what to tell my parents, but my mom knew that I was getting in. I didn't know for sure. The day the results came out, I was very tense. Then an sms came saying that I had been selected to join that institute. I was very happy of course, although I was in 2 minds. Another institute was also offering a 15K scholarship, which sounded more attractive than paying 70K a year. In any case, I told my mom and she wasn't surprised nor happy with the result. But in the evening, a counsellor from the first institute called us and congratulated me, for I had stood 4th in the entrance test!!! Moreover, it was a 50% scholarship and I was 4th out of 500 odd people. The scholarship didn't matter, what mattered was the rank. The amount of excitement in the house reached a new high, and mom proudly told all her friends about my achievement. Everyone thought I was already in IIT!!!!
Another great thing to happy was the board exams. I managed to ace the exams, with rigourous effort (now thinking, I didn't need to work so much) and determination. I worked to produce spic and span assignments and earned a top grade in every subject. I scored a 10 CGPA and got certificates from Sahodaya and CBSE. I was proud of my result and happy that I had clinched a good institute. I applied to enter school again for 11th and 12th, and I clearly knew my goals. To celebrate my success, we decided to go to Malaysia and Singapore, to visit my cousin and also get myself a well deserved vacation. It was a good thing to take a vacation as it really relaxed my mind and allowed me to sit with full concentration for the next 2 years.
For guys looking at what should be done during 10th and 9th, I'd say that you should get extracurricular talents during these 2 years. Getting a 10 in CBSE is really a 1 month job, and doesn't require as much effort as I put in. Get into competitions and start winning, so that applying to international universities next year will be easier. If you get a scholarship abroad, it is better to take it, than go for an Indian institute. But for those who are trying to beat the crowd and get into the IITs, NITs, BITS etc., I will tell you this. Starting IIT preparation so early is recommended only if you want to win olympiad medals or attempt the JEE early or if you want to study above the syllabus (I don't know when you're reading this, but in my time CBSE had next to nothing in the syllabus). It is better to start preparation in 11th. Don't lose your life's precious years trying to crack these competitive exams. Doing any preparation before 11th is just going to take away important years from your life. Don't think that going to a coaching institute will boost your CBSE scores, that's a random falsity that has been passed down for so long. Concentrate on what you really love and start following it young. Enjoy life (not leaving yourself lazy) and focus on computer skills, electronics, mechanics, videogaming (playing and creating), dancing, singing, acting, writing international papers, going for MUNs etc. In the professional world, no one gives a damn about your results in the JEE, AIEEE, BITSAT or any other competitive exam you may write. Nowadays, they don't care about college CGPAs. All they care about is whether you have the ideas and practical understanding to do the job. Nothing less, nothing more. The higher you want to reach in the corporate world, the faster you should start working on the things that you're passionate about. The biggest regret that I have is that I didn't start working earlier on my passion and interests. Don't have the same regret.
My next post will be on my 11th standard, a very traumatic yet exciting year. In this year, I opened up completely and learnt a lot about society's expectations from me. I made very big decisions, and those decisions moulded my future and changed my success rates in different fields on different levels. You will come face to face with some of my problems sooner or later while preparing for competitive exams yourself. The next 2 years gave me many lessons which I still remember and try to use effectively in my daily life. They are crucial for all people trying to get into any Indian institute. And I will be taking you through a full view of my challenges. Give me 10 minutes of your time and wait for my next post..........
The first few drops in the ocean --- Part III
Year II: 10th standard (2010-11)
This is for all 10th graders and below to read (actually a mustread!!). If you don't qualify, then you can still read and you could probably enjoy comparing your 10th grade experiences with mine!! If this is the first post that you're reading on my blog, it is suggested that you read my previous posts to decide on whether you would want to continue reading future posts.
It was a year, which was not exactly memorable, but telling the story makes me feel relieved that I ended that year on a happy note. I grew up, mentally and physically, and learned to adapt to my environment and the people around me. I was a complete introvert until I came to 10th. I realized that I had to mind what others thought of me, otherwise it would be difficult to socialize, or possibly even exist. 10th tested me on all levels, and the failures that came along taught me a great deal, some bad things included. Dealing with those was a problem of course, a problem which took 3 years to resolve. In any case, I had other big problems to deal with, and the starting of that academic year presented me with the biggest shock of the year.
Generally, the first day of school goes in allocation of classes to all students in a particular grade. Students never wanted to leave friends made in previous classes, and used to shout in ecstasy if the same happened. I was usually placed in the same class, the 'F' section, filled with lots of guys I had known from 7th, and whom I liked to be with. Thing was, this year it was different. The school management was gearing up for the new curriculum of examination that the government had just instated: CCE. No one knew what the system was going to be like because ours was the first batch. We were usually the first batch to suffer from any changes made in the educational system, so we were nicknamed 'the guinea pigs'. In any case, there was something about gradepoints and extracurriculars in the new system, and the management wanted any student who didn't study well or wasn't good at extras, to be made good. HOW??? By forcibly shifting them into a mainstream of students, who had what I didn't have. In reverse, my good academics would somehow boost the overall performance of the class I went to. What they decided was that the 'E' section lacked academics and was notorious for their pranks played (one involved playing with coke bottles inside the classroom and breaking the door and fans). So, thinking of me as a 'stabilizer', they pushed me into the worst section of that academic year, and probably in my student career.
I wouldn't have minded it so much, if the 3 biggest bullies weren't sitting in my class. One guy was very special and I still remember his bullying till this date. One of the worst things about being in the same class as him, was that, whatever he did, nobody, neither a student nor teacher would dare to punish or even shout at him. REASON: He happened to be the eldest son of one of the trustees on the board of management. The trustee's father was the owner of the school and a Rajya Sabha member. No one dared to annoy them. These several factors were more than enough to demoralize me, and I decided to wait out this entire year. Unfortunately, he found me and never left a single instance to try and humiliate me. Any time the teacher favoured me or appreciated what I did, he tried to counteract what I was doing and insulted me in front of the class. Once he saw me praying just before a test. He started arguing with the teacher, as to why I should display my religious feelings about god and why the teacher never stopped me from doing so. He tried to throw things at me, hurt me by any means possible and steal my stuff. I guess the help of the teachers in such situations was a God blessing, and I take this opportunity to thank all my friends and teachers who helped me recover from these traumatic episodes.
A good part of my time was spent trying to learn football. I had become interested in the game and wanted to learn to play it. Sadly, I happened to be in a class filled with footballers, who had so much more experience and were on the school team. Naturally, any game played involved only such guys, and people like me were left out to warm the benches. I was a complete introvert and didn't know how to fight for something, even if I deserved it, unless it was handed over to me, leave alone fighting for something that I didn't deserve. So I resigned myself to thinking that I was never going to be able to play. However, one day, many guys didn't come to school, and we had a games period. It was rare for us to get such a period, as the notoriety level of the class meant that we got punished for almost all periods. So we tried to make maximum use of the time. One of the teams needed a goalkeeper. There was no one else left, so the captain reluctantly chose me. I did a decent job, I guess, for the saves weren't easy for a guy with 0 experience. I guess I was crossing the line. The next time, the ball went over the goalpost. I had to retrieve the ball to kick it back inside. I was in a hurry, so as to not disappoint anyone. I ran and tried to jump across the ledge separating the field from the neighbouring school. In my attempt, I slipped and hit my head against an open drain, which left a huge gash on my head. I was bleeding profusely, so the good guys in the class picked me up and took me to the infirmary, where the nurse said that I had to be taken to a hospital for immediate surgery. My mom was called to Apolo and by the end of the night, had to write a cheque worth rs 20,000 to have that gash in my head stitched up. It was pretty deep and required hundreds of stitches to hold it in place. The only good result of that fall was the scar. When the surgery was going on, the doctor asked me if I was a Harry Potter fan. I told him that I was the biggest one alive. So he did a technique of suturing, known commonly as z-plasty, which resulted in me getting a Harry Potter like scar. People started taking notice of me, atleast the scar. With the huge bandaid on my head for 3 weeks, I looked like a war hero coming back from Vietnam. I still recounting the story to anyone who asks, and it increased my importance in school for some time.
Competitions were to be shunned, as my mom said that 10th was an important class and I couldn't afford to mess up my grades, however lenient the system. So I followed the path set out by my mom, and did was in my mom's interests, for my mom usually was right. I went for a single quiz that year, and failed again, thus increasing the importance of time spent for studying. I participated in a school debate, and lost miserably. However, that thought me a lot about public speaking, about how to organize myself in public and how to defend a wrong or meaningless statement. I was also selected for an international exchange program with a school in germany, but my mom said that I shouldn't waste time on such unnecessary "exhibitions". Any other competition I went for was a failure, and this demoralized me. It only told me to stop wasting time on competitions. One thing that I did do that I liked a lot, was to lend my voice as the principal narrator for the school's play in that year's annual day. It was an exciting experience, working in a studio, and it really gave me happiness listening to my own voice on tape at the annual day.
Since this year was dedicated to studies, I decided to work on 2 things: my studies at school and those for the JEE. Valhala was still 3 years away, and I didn't want to lose steam. So I joined a new coaching center (the old one didn't offer anything for 10th standard) which had a classroom dedicated for the JEE training program. Actually, no one was interested in taking the 10th coaching, so I got in easily. There were only 10 guys in the class, of which only 2 (me included!) were regular. I was fully devoted to this coaching, because I had a lot of spare time, and I was determined to win the respect of my classmates. I remember standing in the overcrowded buses to reach class on time and come back home. The determination to win was so much that I was willing to face the cold weather, the hot afternoons and even the heavy showers to ensure I didn't miss a class. Everyone, my school and coaching center classmates, thought that I was good at academics, and told me to diversify, to do interesting things. I refused to listen to such random advice, and many times, regret my decisions. However, in the arena of competitive exams like olympiads, I was an ace. I secured a couple of medals in national and international level olympiads. These stats gave me and my parents the belief that I could get into the final abode of India's most esteemed engineers: IIT.
Two horrible habits that I got into in the 10th were solely due to the bad company that I had in that class. I will always consider them to be the sole culprits for the fall in my level of discipline. The first most disastrous thing that occurred was that I started lying. To almost everyone, my teachers, my friends, in rare cases my relatives. Of course, with really good and near ones, I lied only to hide the atrocities that I was facing everyday at school. Still a lie is a lie, and everytime since, I have tried to crush my temptation to lie. The second bad thing to happen to me was Youtube. I learned that Youtube was home to videos of all types. You just searched a bit and you'd get videos that can make any teenager boy go crazy. So I went full into watching such shit. At the end of such sessions, my head would ache and I would become a lesser human, more savage with each night. I was unsuccessful in stopping this while in the 10th. However, in the 11th, I reasoned out things with myself. I had prayer sessions with God, in which I understood that my goal was something completely different, of a higher order, of such great importance that I had to achieve those greater goals for the betterment of mankind. The shit that today's media has done to us, had to be undone, for it was distracting us from our real goals in life. It was killing souls and ambitions. I didn't want to be a victim, so I moved on fast and started thinking more about a famous phrase: Simple living, High thinking.
By the end of the midterm, I went to see my dad in the gulf. I had lived abroad for so long, that I couldn't forget about the comforts and friends given there. So I really liked to be back there. Earlier that year, my family had shifted into our own, permanent house, which was a relief, as the old house was getting too bad to live in. The change to a more open, sun-filled apartment, brought a lot my positivity and inspiration, and gave me the courage to take all the negativity surrounding me at school. You all should try this: every morning, get up at around 5AM, and just breathe in and out properly for 10 minutes. Go outside into your balcony at 7AM and feel the warm rays of the sun fall on you. It gives you a surge that is so powerful and energizing. This contradicts with the fact that I used to sleep at 4AM, but that is a mistake that I used to do, which is not at all recommended. Get some sunshine, it can really make your day.
One amazing thing about this year was that at the end of the year, the entire class and teachers acknowledged my brilliance and perfectionism. They signed off on a good note, with a meeting at a nearby mall to conclude the year. The graduation day of class 10 wasn't spectacular, but was worth remembering. I slowly started growing out of my shell and people acknowledged my efforts. Most importantly, the year ended on a high. In january, there were admission tests to major coaching institutes for the 2 most crucial years of our lives, the 2 years to be used for preparation for the IITJEE. I didn't prepare for any test. I felt that my 10th standard knowledge was enough to get me in. I wrote all tests. In one test, 5 minutes before the test, I got worried as to why I was not feeling serious or nervous about the test. Nevertheless, I sat for the 3 hours, and completed the paper. I didn't know what to tell my parents, but my mom knew that I was getting in. I didn't know for sure. The day the results came out, I was very tense. Then an sms came saying that I had been selected to join that institute. I was very happy of course, although I was in 2 minds. Another institute was also offering a 15K scholarship, which sounded more attractive than paying 70K a year. In any case, I told my mom and she wasn't surprised nor happy with the result. But in the evening, a counsellor from the first institute called us and congratulated me, for I had stood 4th in the entrance test!!! Moreover, it was a 50% scholarship and I was 4th out of 500 odd people. The scholarship didn't matter, what mattered was the rank. The amount of excitement in the house reached a new high, and mom proudly told all her friends about my achievement. Everyone thought I was already in IIT!!!!
Another great thing to happy was the board exams. I managed to ace the exams, with rigourous effort (now thinking, I didn't need to work so much) and determination. I worked to produce spic and span assignments and earned a top grade in every subject. I scored a 10 CGPA and got certificates from Sahodaya and CBSE. I was proud of my result and happy that I had clinched a good institute. I applied to enter school again for 11th and 12th, and I clearly knew my goals. To celebrate my success, we decided to go to Malaysia and Singapore, to visit my cousin and also get myself a well deserved vacation. It was a good thing to take a vacation as it really relaxed my mind and allowed me to sit with full concentration for the next 2 years.
For guys looking at what should be done during 10th and 9th, I'd say that you should get extracurricular talents during these 2 years. Getting a 10 in CBSE is really a 1 month job, and doesn't require as much effort as I put in. Get into competitions and start winning, so that applying to international universities next year will be easier. If you get a scholarship abroad, it is better to take it, than go for an Indian institute. But for those who are trying to beat the crowd and get into the IITs, NITs, BITS etc., I will tell you this. Starting IIT preparation so early is recommended only if you want to win olympiad medals or attempt the JEE early or if you want to study above the syllabus (I don't know when you're reading this, but in my time CBSE had next to nothing in the syllabus). It is better to start preparation in 11th. Don't lose your life's precious years trying to crack these competitive exams. Doing any preparation before 11th is just going to take away important years from your life. Don't think that going to a coaching institute will boost your CBSE scores, that's a random falsity that has been passed down for so long. Concentrate on what you really love and start following it young. Enjoy life (not leaving yourself lazy) and focus on computer skills, electronics, mechanics, videogaming (playing and creating), dancing, singing, acting, writing international papers, going for MUNs etc. In the professional world, no one gives a damn about your results in the JEE, AIEEE, BITSAT or any other competitive exam you may write. Nowadays, they don't care about college CGPAs. All they care about is whether you have the ideas and practical understanding to do the job. Nothing less, nothing more. The higher you want to reach in the corporate world, the faster you should start working on the things that you're passionate about. The biggest regret that I have is that I didn't start working earlier on my passion and interests. Don't have the same regret.
My next post will be on my 11th standard, a very traumatic yet exciting year. In this year, I opened up completely and learnt a lot about society's expectations from me. I made very big decisions, and those decisions moulded my future and changed my success rates in different fields on different levels. You will come face to face with some of my problems sooner or later while preparing for competitive exams yourself. The next 2 years gave me many lessons which I still remember and try to use effectively in my daily life. They are crucial for all people trying to get into any Indian institute. And I will be taking you through a full view of my challenges. Give me 10 minutes of your time and wait for my next post..........
The first few drops in the ocean --- Part III
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