Back to beginnings....
I still remember that rainy august morning when I came to
the city of palaces with few miscellaneous stuff that my mom deemed important
for sustenance of life and a gamut of hopes,
aspirations and fear for what lies ahead of me.
I was this timid, panicky
boy in his late teens coming to live a life far away from my family, the people
I have grown with and the place I called my home . It was one of the worst
phases of my life, I had been completely down and out for the previous year and
had lost complete faith in myself and my confidence level was at its nadir. I
had never been an out and about kind of person but I guess the rejections which
I faced in the previous year had made me even more unsure about my own
potential. Being a good enough student throughout my student life , I had never
expected to land up in a private college after losing a year of my life , while
the my schoolmates had enrolled in top colleges of India.
I stepped in my college being anxious as to what the future
holds for me and was allotted a room in first floor of E block (Men’s hostel) .
My parents and I arranged the room for me. I was anxious as to what kind of
people my roommates will be(as it was a 3 persons per room kind of allotment).
I being an introvert and laconic kind of person always had the fear in myself
that I might not be able to adjust to my new surroundings. I met my roommate
and was a bit surprised by his jolly and outspoken demeanor. It made me all the
more anxious but I thought I might somehow adjust there.
We also met few of my fellow batch mates and their parents. It
was a bit relaxing to know that everybody had some or other kind of
apprehensions and I wasn’t the only one expecting some difficult times ahead. It
was all so alien for me, the food was different and the local language I didn’t
even understand….
Then came 4th of august, the first day of my
college life….
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| My first pic of Mysore palace |
to be continued..
