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Just Another Day

May 8, 2010

Hi!! You enter my life in a phase where a little bit of the past becomes important to tell, so here we go.

I’m Stuti, and I’m an aspiring MBA student. That’s not who I always was, that’s just who I am right now. Earlier I was an aspiring journalist and a social activist. Unlike the rest of my life, I figured this one fact out, quite early, in the seventh grade itself. Being brought up in a broken home (back then there were huge fights, today I stay with my father, who is happily remarried.)I pretty much grew up on my own, and I didn’t really have an extremely defined culture, manners, and traditions to live up to. I was always my own best judge. Anyway, in the fall of 2008 my dad married Sophie.

Now, Sophie is really nice and everything, I mean there is no conventional step motherly treatment that I have to face, in fact on most matters we get along pretty well. However, once it comes to my independence, her intervention acts more like interference in my life. So, sometime back, we had this little family talk…

“Success, respect, satisfaction, fame, power and then the money.” I said.

“In that order??” Sophie asked, a little cautiously, “That’s what you want from your career?”

“Why of course!!” I said (as if talking of a universal truth).

“Well, you’re a girl, darling, and journalism is dirty business.”

“But…”

“Come on now, you’re a bright intelligent child, why choose a profession below your mettle? You remember Mrs. Gupta’s daughter, Subhash?(yes, we were a family of S’s )  That good for nothing girl is a reporter today!!! She couldn’t frame proper sentences for Christs sake!!!”

“But I want to be  a journalist !! Paa,why don’t you say something??”

“Beta,journalists are sold for a dime, you know that,and I know you, you’ll never take bribes…so there’s no good chance for you to do any good journalism anyway, you see.” There, for the first time he spoke, and that too against me.I was beginning to lose hope here.

“So, what do you think I should do?” by now I was keen on knowing what they thought was the perfect profession for their supposedly industrious daughter.

“MBA !!!” said Sophie, with pride ringing in her tone. “That’s what people of your calibre are made for!!”

Sensing my anxiety, dad tried to appease me, “Oh,don’t worry, you’ll grow to love it!! And just look at the money !! Come out of any of the top 20 and you’re nothing below 7-8 lakhs.”

Okay, so the money bit of it was alluring, guess I could give it a shot. And anyway, It’s just a degree, I can always come back to what I want to do if I don’t like it.

“Well, I guess I can try…”

Well, that’s settled then!!” smiled Sophie triumphantly.

And so, for the next one year my fate was sealed. I was an MBA aspirant.

I could get into how boring it was to study for this MBA thing, but I guess there are other better things we can talk about. So, coming to the point, I scored a 90 percentile in CAT ,a good, but not good enough score.

What followed was a wave of group discussions and interviews, and frankly I was quite bored of it all. However, it was at one of the interviews that I met Mr.Choudhary.

I was at the interview for IMT Nagpur, where I saw this anxious, nervous looking man ,who was probably in his late thirties.

He looked  at me and said, “Hi!!” I managed a hello and smiled politely.

“So, apprehensive?” he asked

“A little, maybe…” (he was only adding to it by talking anyway)

“Little?? I have butterflies in my stomach!! I hope this really goes well.”

“Okay, all the best.” (You’re  almost 40!! And you’re apprehensive about an interview? Loser!!)

“Well, it’s the third time I’ve taken the CAT, and this is my best shot.I’m not saying, I won’t try again, but if I get it, I’ll be glad!!” he said

“ I hope you make it through.” I said,with sincerity in my voice.

“Mr. Sunil Choudhary, please, come in” said the usherer.

And slowly it was my turn. When I came out, to my surprise, he was waiting there for me!

“So,how was it?? I guess mine was nice, they seemed to like me!!”

“Okay, I guess” I said nonchalantly.

“So you hungry? Mind if I take you out for sandwiches?” he asked

Considering the fact that he was almost forty, and looked pretty genuine, and that my stomach was almost growling with thunder, I accepted the offer.

And so we talked about a few things over a coffee and sandwiches. Sunil Choudhary, as I later learnt, had a nice, well settled home, and a lucrative business, passed on to him from his father. And yet, he had this dream, and he was almost fanatical about it. For the past three years, he took the CAT regularly, managing his business, his home and his life. And he never gave up, no amount of rejections could convince him, and he was determined to follow something he had realized. In his words, “There are few in this world who really know what their purpose in life is, and I was lucky to have figured out mine. Now if I don’t put my heart into this, I’ll be doing myself a great loss, one that no profitable business can cover up.”

And it was then, that I realized just how lucky I was. I had figured out my dream when I was young, and I had let it slip out of my hands as I got older!! How foolish it seemed now. While luxury and comfort might come with money, satisfaction is something very personal.

On my way back home, I thought over what I really wanted from life.

It was a wonderful day, not only because I finally placed myself where I wanted to (with a lot of arguments with my parents ,of course) ,but because I met someone who was struggling to keep on moving in life. It doesn’t matter ,whether he actually gets through or not ,what matters is that he’ll never stop trying.

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