My father pressed me to apply to Universities and institutes abroad after the lukewarm response (well...rather cold actually) I got from places in India. So the barrage of emails to professors all around the world started followed by a barrage of denials sent in reply to me. But in October something positive did happen...right after mid-terms were done. I got a yes from a professor in the University of Calgary, Canada. I have no idea how to describe the ensuing relief, happiness and also the bedlam that followed. There were 6 tougher-than-life subjects to be studied. There were a 100 documents to be collected to apply for visa and many many forms to be filled up too. And all of this was happening during my semester examinations.
And my father was not satisfied at this. In November, when I was supposed to be studying (actually trying to use whatever little time was left), he wanted me to apply to some places in Mumbai too. I think he had confused this project for my life's first job appointment or something of equal importance since he was making me give up studying for semester exams and seemed pretty oblivious and unconcerned about it. I like to think it was God's good grace that I cleared. In India, nothing good comes easy. So at Haffkine's, where my father desired that I apply (even after my vehement denials), candidates were selected by an entrance test. I wondered if I should study for semester exams which were really important or for this entrance exam which I didn't give a damn about. So, I just read through Kuby once quickly for the entrance test and continued preparing for sem exams.
Now, Kuby rocks. Because I got selected in Haffkine's entrance test. And later I happily rejected the offer since by then the visa had arrived. I was to go to Calgary, Canada in a month. I couldn't believe it was happening...yet it was...
While all this was happening, my patience was always short-circuited most of the time. That was inevitable since there were so many people eating different parts of the brain that I lashed out quite unpredictably. I am not proud of that but it was something I couldn't control at that time. This coupled with the fact that I was moving to another country for the better part of 2011 took a toll on my already unstable relationship. I couldn't stand my heart being pulled in various directions along with my brain and I snapped and broke the relationship. I felt terrible later, of course. But looking at it from a long-term point of view it was one of the few wise, pro-active things that I have done.
Some other things took place too like the class trip to Alibaug which I guess I would have enjoyed better had I been single and with my school gang...
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