Why am I
doing this?
Amid all the
transistors, programs, yawns and blank walls; this question comes to mind.
Why slog,
mug, bite and cheat for four years?
Why put
aside my hobbies, my interests to find unknown resistances? Or to sort an
array?
Is there a
nirvana on the other side?
Is
everything worth it?
Maybe there
is. Maybe what everyone say must be true. Maybe the fact of low placements
everywhere must be a rumor. Maybe the rumor that engineers have to study PG to
be considered worthwhile must be a lie.
But there is
Hope.
Hope that we
will be among the lucky masses that dress up every day in the same striped
shirt and pants and rush off to office. That one day we will have a boss and a
cubicle; Diwali bonuses and one week off every year. That we have to save every
rupee to get the iPhone 10c.
Hope that
after 45, we realize that, no, the thing you really want to do is play the
drums or click photos. And hope it’s not too late.
And as you
close this page and go back to your books, you smile.
And you dream.
