Contd from: http://pagalguy.com/news/my-way-1-a-18086014/
.. IIFt is a few days away and am at a loss to explain what I’ve really done in the last two weeks. My study has been so discursive yet so futile, my mind fulminating at the sight of every ambiguous question. I cannot break from the pattern of the questions that’s set into my mind. The terse and tricky questions have now been replaced with long and perfunctory ones and my minds adapting at a dilatory pace at the best. The English is all so weird. With FIB’s replaced by synonyms, antonyms and Para Completion by syllogisms. The heart of the paper, the RC’s have been reduced to a section which is best overlooked. The DI is thankfully the same but the Gk is the icing on the cake. Never seem to get me a decent score no matter how much I suck up from all of the tomes available online and in paperback.
Ever seen baseball? A seasoned hitter seldom needs to look at a ball on its way to a home run. They can feel it. And I envy them. I envy them for my exams are no less than an MLB game for me and when I come out of the hall I want that air around me. I Envy their happiness, I envy their joy. And I envy the fact that they do not have to work a single day in their life because they love what they do. Most of all I envy the fact that they know what they love to do.
I sure didn’t. Which is why I quit. I took the step and now am not sure if I did it right. But that is something I needn’t worry I guess; not at this stage. If not my calling, an Mba might just serve as a ladder to reach out to something am really here for. And the day, I wouldn’t mind quitting this too.
On a personal note, am glad I wrote this article. Gives me hope to see so many people struggling along with me, everyone having his aspirations.. everyone fighting for his dreams. And I know that we will rise. Not just for our families and friends but for the poor man begging on the street; for the child singing in dulcet tones at the street light and for the mother working in the kilns. We are the privileged lot by all means and we cannot afford to waste something, another would die for. As the day comes to an end I just wish to know that I put in everything I had into my work. And That there was nothing I could do any more.
That I know is my only door to success. And that is my only door to peace.