Hi all,
This particular blog post is dedicated to all those who have been blessed to get admitted in IIT Bombay. Today, I would like to share the story of a young boy, just like you, who was lucky enough to catch a train and enter CSE department of IIT Bombay.
15th March, 2009, the morning started with tremendous pain and overnight agony of gastric ulcer. A young boy almost dying in the bed, helpless. Cruel creator is cursing him for each and every moment. It was 7am in the morning, and suddenly the boy felt some relief from the pain, and slept for a while. A couple of hours latter, he woke up. It was 9:30am, He saw the watch, the pain has started again. He felt sorry again. Just for a moment he remembered the result is perhaps out, but who cares. He knew he has no interest to study any further. He needs money, hell lot of money and he got a job. It was just for the sake of his parents. He is not interested in masters. Someone told him someday, it is the losers who fails to secure a job do a masters degree, and he meant it for his lifetime.
Obviously, he tried to sleep again, but something is going wrong. Someone is becoming curious. what is the result? 'HOPE' is the culprit, 'Desire' is the devil. I still don't understand why did he feel curiosity? He would never prefer a masters degree. Why? May be because he had some illogical desire, a desire to got been beaten, a desire to beat 'em all anywhere, everywhere. Or is it a sweet revenge. The past year experience was too bad. He felt sorry, mood was very off when he was informed that more than 2k students had beaten him. He was crazy. crazy to achieve success. Success is something like a beverage, the more you taste it, more thirsty you become. You look for higher quality. It is never meant to quench you thirst, it is meant to make you addicted.
It is paining still, and he opened his laptop, got the internet connection. Opened the site and entered his roll. Oops, the internet is very slow? no ! The server is overloaded. Lots of requests coming from all over the country. All are equally rather more curious about their score. He tried once again, and once again. He got the response in the fourth attempt. Here it comes and Bingo!
The rest was different story altogether. The electronic device named laptop had a liquid crystal display screen and it bombarding some particles and all these physics show the all india rank of 23. The boy cross checked the details. Is it someone else? No! Here it comes, the smile in his face. He felt like nothing. He could not compare this feeling. He jumped, ran to his mother, and jumped again. Shouted, mom I got 23 all india rank, can u believe that!
That was the day and these were the moments he was meant for. Life has been cruel to that boy, but he is blessed. Blessed like hell. He can now see the proud in his parent's face, the joy his brother has now. The greatest pleasure comes when you realized you are the cause of others happiness. The boy was smiling, and it was prevailing the whole house. The rest of the day he dare not refresh that webpage which displayed the rank. Even if it is a dream, he don't want to woke up. Many dreams have been realized which could have been reality, if he had not woke up in the morning.
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