Since birth, there had
been a famous saying about me, “he is different,”
May be it meant “I don’t
care”.
Some said I was
extraordinarily different, I also believed the same,
Understand how..!!
I used to stammer at everything that came out of my mouth, I just
couldn’t speak fluently which was the first evidential note on being different.
I never ever cared to do my home work given by my teachers, while others
did those thrice in one go.
I was careless or carefree or ignorant to important things in life,
everyone else in the universe around me seemed to be so punctual.
I had the privilege of being
rich among kids, when with kids rich only means to having a handsome pocket money;
perhaps it was one of the sections I liked the most on debate of being
different.
I was a facilitated child, born
with silver spoon which made an earlier conclusion that I was a spoiled kid,
the rest of the kids during my childhood were reasonably ‘good to parents’ child.
Basically I am an awful version of a good character. The Simpler term
would obviously be an anti-social facet.
I am a protagonist in an acute form of Antagonism, and that’s what I
am.
My name is Aditya Ahuja and that wild introduction was mine, but I
tell you what, a bad review doesn’t mean a bad film, it is only a point of
view, and everyone has their own POV. Although by default I should have
inherited the family business of Textiles and join the legacy of millionaires
in Indore, I chose engineering, not because there lays an engineer inside me but
because I wanted to try my hands at something which was not established by my
family because I have this obsession of making my own silver spoon.
There are two things in my life that would have no influence of
anything while making the selection, the Career I choose and the Girl I fall in
love with.
Talking about Engineering, I took admission in a college called Delhi
College of Engineering in Delhi, because I always have loved Delhi, Delhi is
old, beautiful and glamorous, but above all, I love it because of its
Dilli-ness, I have fallen for its localness and secularism for everyone, I mean
the Telugus rules Andhra, Tamilians rides on Tamil Nadu, Bengali and Marathi
has rights to do about anything in West Bengal and Maharashtra respectively,
but Delhi, Delhi is yours, establish yourself and be a king and rule with many
others like you peacefully, this city is only for the successful and not for
the people who took birth in this soil. In one sentence, Delhi is so India. I
love it here. While choosing to fill the engineering entrance exam forms, I
took extra care that my college city must be Delhi.
So, it was the day my DCE results were to come; I went to a cyber cafe
nearby because Homes can be too dangerous while checking your academic
performances with your elder family mates being around you.
As I entered the enrollment number, there was deep silence in my PC
cabin. It took 4 seconds to open the result.
There was not much detail provided in the result web page, it took me
2 seconds to eye a bold written THROUGH, which means selected.
“Oh yes… Oh yes yes yes… hurray…” I cried in excitement.
Everyone else gave me furious looks for being so noisy in that cozy
room.
Of course they would, who cares where I am going to spend my next four
years.
Anyways, I left the café ignoring all the geeks.
So what do you say guys... does it look promising.. plzz give honest comments, I am almost done with my book..!!
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