Traversing through the hackneyed ways, an engineer finds his aura of redemption. My methods of movement were very mainstream. I landed in the shoes of that very same system where one would be pursuing the jocundity of mimicking the parent. Same version pushed me into the pool of the engineering aspirants attending coaching classes in 12
th std. My instant motivation to get the badge of B.Tech against my name was the society’s view on engineers. Of course I did make it into an engineering college. Sitting in the class, and looking at the white big wall that I personally created in my mind to shield the arrows of academics from piercing into me, gave me a quadrillion idea. I painted these ideas on that very same ‘white wall’.
After galloping through a lot of them, I realized that the process was redundant. That redundancy muted the voice of my brain to exhilarate. The road ahead was swirling. Cynical did it seem when I tried pushing myself to find the exit door. ‘Everyone’ is a word that won a lot of hatred at that very same time. That’s when I decided not to push myself into the field of mechanical engineering and hence I decided to pursue a career as a verbal faculty. Teaching students had brought happiness in my life and hence I became a part of those men who found their merry at the things that they do.