April 24 2019, 11:29 PM. My phone buzzed : FMS Converted!
"This part of my life, this little part, right here is called happiness."
As the phone kept buzzing, tears of joy rolled down my cheeks in reminiscence of the journey.
July 2016: I went into depression after dropping out of a prestigious b-school.
Having spent most of my life in small towns, I always understood the importance of opportunities. Therefore, when I got this opportunity, I grabbed it without any research and clarity towards my career goal. Few days into the college and reality hit me hard. While I was there, the burden of loan and a lot of what-ifs made me doubt my decision everyday.
After days of dilemma and mental agony, I finally left the prestigious tag, for which many aspire. This invited severe criticism and earned me a tag of LOSER. After months of confining myself to four gloomy walls, staring into nothingness, my fighter spirit stirred me to focus on something productive.
December 2016: I started working in an MNC. When life was back on track, I spent most of my time on introspection. Finally, there was a clear goal ahead. I wanted to defeat my own failure by starting something in education & counselling sector so that the students don't waste years of their life due to lack of knowledge and clarity. I realized that an MBA will empower me for taking a step closer towards my goal.
Thus, I prepared myself for my journey to FMS. At times I felt low. There seemed to be no source of motivation. The incident of me dropping out often came in front of my eyes. But I clung on to the hope that the best is yet to come!
FMS was a hard nut to crack. The seats were very limited. My aim scared me at times coupled with negative thoughts. I somehow managed to survive that by surrounding myself with positive people who always encouraged me and believed in my capabilities.
FMS is well known for giving more weightage to VARC which was a huge barrier between me and my dreams. During the last few days before the D-day, I was continuously getting poor percentiles in VARC. I kept practising and finally managed to score 99.77 percentile (in VARC) in the actual test. This strengthened my belief that sooner or later hard work pays off.
The academic and mental pressure wasn't enough and I got sick twice before the D-day. Even on the D-day, I was in excruciating pain. My family members suggested me to drop the idea of taking the test. I couldn't do that. I had to give a chance to my destiny and hard work.
101 general seats, around 1010 people called for the interview. I never thought I could do it. But as my closest friend told me, You might not succeed if you try, but you will definitely not succeed if you don't even try.