The calendar reads 29 Feb 2008, which is, by all means and probabilities, the eve before the board exams 2008. The usual calls of the well wishers and not-so-well wishers came to wish luck. The willingness of anybody, who catches u in his/her vicinity(or sometimes forcibly, ouch....) to wish u luck on this particular day fills me with a sense of deja-vu. Only two years ago, did I find myself in the same situation as of now, with all and sundry(including my housemaid) happily showering their best wishes upon me. Honestly, it took me by surprise the first time. Afterall I had given all sorts of exams: quarterlies, pre-boards, 2- pre boards et all, minus all the hype, so this was a first for me. It was like suddenly being pushed into the limelight, when all you think, that tomorrow is just just gonna be one of those days. I sympathize with those who are not well prepared, because all this commotion can be very unnerving at times.
I've been in my own cocoon, since I came back, so this time around, I'm relatively shielded against the "count-down" mania. Shielded, unfortunately, not immune. I'm very confident about my preaparations, but I still see Boards as a distraction towards my main goal. There is a great need to put everything together in the approaching months before the D-day, and Boards are not quite allowing me to do that. Can't afford to complain about this though, because everybody(if you are not a dropper that is) have to face this.
Tomorrow will flag off a series of events(exams if you may) that will charter the future course of my life to a great extent. I've tried to not to think about the things at stake. That'll only lead to self-destruction, an art I mastered at my time at Bansals. Hopefully, my next post would be about how well I did in Chemistry.
With my family, and a few good men by my side, I head, towards a land unknown.........
Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
You Are From IIT ROORKEE!!!!!
Is what most of the people(with eyes popping out and mouth half open) would say, after reading my id card, utterly shocked at seeing the offspring of an IIT professor, at the premises of Bansal Classes. I don't blame them, because the place really eats, sleeps and drinks IIT and even the slightest(or the most irrelevant) of the mentions of the place is sure to draw rapt attention from anyone who is in near vicinity. I had always prided myself in being the son of an IIT prof, interestingly for all the non-acaedamic reasons: free access to the internet, tennis courts, swimming pool, free passes to rocknites et all, were enough to make the life of a high school student heavenly!!!
Asking someone's place of origin is mostly how the conversations start for new acquaintances at Bansal Classes. Although, some bolder ones, or perennial prodigies(can't really blame them) normally begin and end conversations with Batch nos. Some examples:
A batch..hey mate my name is falaana dhimkaana...
B batch...oh(wondering how come HE ran into you and slightly distancing himself) hi..(and then a second later)...bye..(call it discrimination in the era of tolerance)...
C and D batch...(face contorting into various unpleasant shapes and sizes)..What the hell are you doing here???
Ok guys, I might be stretching this thing a little bit, but invariably, you are judged by the batch you are in. Having spent most of my time in low B's and high C's, i often ended up at the receiving side, the saving grace being the fact, that I was born into a temple Of Science and Technology. Some would even ask what was the need for me to come here. "Apne Papa aur unke prof friends se phadh leta". Preconceived notions about the demi god status of IIT, and Bansalites go hand in hand...
Coming back to the original matter, initially I was taken aback and even perturbed at these reactions, but as time went on, it finally sunk in that the tag of the "IIT professor's son", would remain for the complete sojourn, right uptill 6 Jan 2008. In some ways, it also served as an extra motivation to perform better, and constantly outdo my peers at BC, but the owing to the "tag" I couldn't really establish my own persona. Exception being the last few months in B-6, where no one really knew from where I was, and I built a well deserved reputation for my knowledge in Inorganic Chemistry:)...Too little, but not too late....
This experience made me appreciate the place of my birth more and thankfully not on the account of the hollow principles of previous years. Now I have a solid backing for my reason.
For once I think I have got my bearings right. Hope this is a good omen, as I can't afford to put a foot wrong in the coming months..
Will be back when time permits...
Asking someone's place of origin is mostly how the conversations start for new acquaintances at Bansal Classes. Although, some bolder ones, or perennial prodigies(can't really blame them) normally begin and end conversations with Batch nos. Some examples:
A batch..hey mate my name is falaana dhimkaana...
B batch...oh(wondering how come HE ran into you and slightly distancing himself) hi..(and then a second later)...bye..(call it discrimination in the era of tolerance)...
C and D batch...(face contorting into various unpleasant shapes and sizes)..What the hell are you doing here???
Ok guys, I might be stretching this thing a little bit, but invariably, you are judged by the batch you are in. Having spent most of my time in low B's and high C's, i often ended up at the receiving side, the saving grace being the fact, that I was born into a temple Of Science and Technology. Some would even ask what was the need for me to come here. "Apne Papa aur unke prof friends se phadh leta". Preconceived notions about the demi god status of IIT, and Bansalites go hand in hand...
Coming back to the original matter, initially I was taken aback and even perturbed at these reactions, but as time went on, it finally sunk in that the tag of the "IIT professor's son", would remain for the complete sojourn, right uptill 6 Jan 2008. In some ways, it also served as an extra motivation to perform better, and constantly outdo my peers at BC, but the owing to the "tag" I couldn't really establish my own persona. Exception being the last few months in B-6, where no one really knew from where I was, and I built a well deserved reputation for my knowledge in Inorganic Chemistry:)...Too little, but not too late....
This experience made me appreciate the place of my birth more and thankfully not on the account of the hollow principles of previous years. Now I have a solid backing for my reason.
For once I think I have got my bearings right. Hope this is a good omen, as I can't afford to put a foot wrong in the coming months..
Will be back when time permits...
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