In retrospect, I'd say we do a lot of the things we didn't
'plan' on doing. For better or worse, they're things we vehemently swore we'd
I've heard people talk about how they didn't think their
current job profile was one they'd imagine doing, or live in a city they
currently are in, or marry the person they eventually did.
Coming from the one of the suburbs here in Mumbai that sends eyebrows
shooting into people's hairline, I didn't think I'd ever get into a SoBo
I went on to graduate from Xavier's.
Then I was trying to convince myself that being a graduate
was enough. Enough of being a slave to education system.
Before I knew
it I was taking entrance exams.
Blame it on the influence of growing up with brothers including cousins or the co-ed
background, I never thought I'd take a course let alone a degree from an all
Yeah. Spent two years in what seemed alien territory.
Met some of my bestest friends. The universe compensates.
And I thought I was done proving myself wrong. Done. I was
done defying myself.
Yet again. Before I realized it I was enrolling myself for a second
Master's program. At MBA at it - one that spanned the a duration of another three years. No more
hairline left for those eyebrows to disappear in.
10 years ago i didn't think I'd ever figure out what i'd do
to earn a living.
Fortunately wrong in this particular instance.
But, did I
think I'd work full time and study part time?
Well, I've spent the past three years completing my program
within its stipulated duration while transitioning within job roles and then
It's been a month since my last exam, submission and
It's been a week since my results were declared. The
grade sheet was the external validation required to bring a closure to the
events. Yeah I made it through.
Me and 10 other brave-hearts
We made it through.
tact (for most part of it - juggling L.I.F.E. as it was and the never ending
demands of the program).
We explored our limits: mental, physical. Perhaps, intellectual as well.
We learnt how much we could spread ourselves out thin.
We had the opportunity to find and make friends all over
again (90 weekends spent together).
We've made sacrifices. Weekends and 'me-time', to say the
And we survived.
From what I know, a month on we've plunged into doing things we once used
to procrastinate over -- spend more time with the ones who really matter in our
lives, travel, read, write, indulge in guiltless pleasure trips, do things we were compelled to withhold from ourselves -
On a personal note, I've learnt to make the most of the 24 hours --
that explains drafting this blog-post at 7 AM on my commute to work!
s cliched as it is - never say never...it's coming from
someone who never dreamt of traveling solo but did and wrote a post
I currently don't think I'm ever going to be fat, but more
on that here