“Long skyscrapers, the statue of liberty, walking down a road filled with people in business suits and me being one among them. I look up at the signboard and I see Wall Street written in bold white on a green board.”
The first of a long series of dreams that I have dreamed since the eighth grade.
I have lived most of my life in a very comfortable bubble. The only child of two doting parents, surrounded by amazing friends, and never really with a want for anything.
The only time I faced something remotely difficult was when my family had to move back to India due to the Global recession as the economic conditions were unstable for us to keep living in Dubai.
Although the move was to the city I was born in, a city where most of my extended family lived, I was someone who had not spent more than a couple of weeks in this city every year.
I understand that to most this would seem trivial, silly even. But, moving back sort of put a damper on my dreams. As frivolous as it sounds, I believed as a thirteen year old that this would be the end; I just would not be able to leave my small city. This led to a drop in grades and an overall bad attitude in me.
Slowly but surely, I worked my way out of that. Every day I got a little better. I started performing better. I was better mannered to the people around me. My grades picked up, I not just participated in competitions but also won them. I worked hard and pushed myself to pursue an under graduation in finance, in another city. I learned to be independent. And now I’m pursuing an MBA in an amazing institution.
Every day I inch closer and closer to my dream; I just need to remember not to give up.