Why the Aditya Birla Group is Big in my Life
It was a cold winter day, an eerie calmness surrounded me. But inside, I was screaming. Nothing seemed to be how I envisioned it to be. A series of unfortunate events, both in my student life, and in my personal life had brought me down to my knees. The agony building up inside of me found an outlet as I tore apart my wallet in frustration. Now, I was grimmer. Anger should be contained, life shall never be a smooth ride, yet we must endure, and endure we must in a respectable fashion. And here I was, with my broken wallet in my hand, feeling all the more guilty about what I did.
The night that ensued was a long one. But then, on the day that followed, someone gave me a gift that somehow would change my life. At first, it wasn’t anything significant: just a replacement by a special someone for something that I had broken in anger. It was black, it was shiny, and it felt so nice in the hand. At the top, in the middle, a small crown adorned my present. It was a Louis Philippe special: a beautiful wallet that would eventually be the good luck charm in my life.
Today, 5 years have gone by, but the wallet still remains special to me. I have earned enough to buy something five times it’s price, but I haven’t: and I won’t. Sometimes, somebody somewhere makes something that ends up being big in somebody else’s life.
The wallet, the brand…the crown, inspires me whenever I feel defeated again. I look intently upon it, and I am reminded of how times change. It keeps me motivated, keeps me going. Who knew the decision of a group, the Aditya Birla Group, would one day amount to so much to a nobody like me.
How I have made an impact
“Your son shall never be able to study again.”
For the doctor, it was business as usual. But for my mother, it meant the crashing down of her world. The tears in her eyes would be the spark that would fuel my desire for a cure. Yes, I was down with a sickness, a little something that nobody could understand. A little something that had the potential to end my whole career. But do we give up in the face of uncertainty?
No. The word that kept echoing inside of me while I dragged my tired self towards answers. But they were not easy to find. Months went by, without so much as even a glimmer of hope. The year too turned on the calendar. But I had nothing. Those around me, graduated, went on to better places, but I was stuck…walled up behind something nobody could see. But do we, I repeat; give up in the face of uncertainty?
The answer to my not giving up came one day. A person who claimed to have the cure. But the claim came with certain terms and conditions. I was supposed to put in efforts totaling to 8 hours every day. Doesn’t seem too bad, right? But wait: did I tell you that I was nearly incapacitated with pain? That I could not even use a cell phone without feeling the grunt of it within minutes? Now that’s a challenge, a challenge fit for those who wish for everything they don’t have, if they can do everything that they can’t. But now you know what I will ask of you: do we give up in the face of uncertainty?
And thus, started my journey: the comeback of my life, the dawn of the second chapter of my story. For weeks on end, I kept enduring and doing what was required of me. My mother would tear up, seeing me battle with pain, but these tears would lift me up instead of bringing me down. I fought; and I fought; and I fought; till there was nothing left to fight.
The calendar turned years once again. But now, things were different. Yes, I had lost out 2 years of my life, but gained the experience of a lifetime. I ma_de friends out of the fallen: Listened to them, took them by the hand and encouraged them to no longer be defeated. Today, I have not just followers, but brothers and sisters who would pass on the beacon when need be.
Today I am at MDI Gurgaon, studying what I always wanted to study, surrounded by people who respect my journey, and my person. So much for never being able to study again!
