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Make Hay While The Sun Shines

After my graduation in Maths, I wanted to do something different and so gained an admission in MA Hindi in Mysore University.

As I set out for Mysore with my things packed, I did not know how I would manage being away from home, this being the first time. My father got me admitted in the college hostel and returned. I was a timid girl and here I was all alone in a hostel room, in a place where I did not know the language. I found that the hostel was practically empty as the students were returning from their vacation only the next day. To make matters worse, there was no power.

As I unpacked, I found that a mirror that my mom had packed was shattered. I did not know what to do with the power off. I spent the night in terror, unable to sleep. Thus began my ‘post-graduation’ in a very bad note. As days went, I found that there were no serious classes. I had taken a firm resolution that I would work hard and earn a good result, since I had gone down in studies after the tenth grade. But here they hardly seemed to take any classes. I wondered what I would do to achieve my aim. Further I was missing home badly, since most of the students conversed among themselves in Kannada, which was new to me. I always felt left out and miserable.

I may have stayed on for about 3 months or so, when I wrote to my parents that I could hold on no longer and that I was coming back. My father always wanted his daughters to be well educated and told me, “There is a Chinese proverb, Four things come not back: the spoken word, the spent arrow, the past life, and the neglected opportunity. So please don’t think of quitting.” I wanted to please my father, but continued to feel miserable. So one day I went up to the office and told them I wanted to quit. I had to get the signatures of the staff to ensure that there were no dues. As I went to meet Mr. Budhenayak, one of our Hindi professors, he said to me, “If you are not interested in doing MA in Hindi, I will get you a seat in MSc Mathematics.” I hesitated for a moment, but again thought of my homesickness and misery and made up my mind that I was quitting Mysore.

As I packed my belongings and reached home, my parents were heartbroken. Being a parent myself now, I can imagine how I would have betrayed them then. There came a time when we had a high school reunion. I wondered in awe at the high status of all my old class fellows, even those who were far below in me in studies, and I felt the full impact of my missed opportunity.

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Posted on March 28th, 2014 by shinchi


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