It’s funny when you are pursuing your MBA surrounded by people who are 25-26 years old. For them, us 21 year olds are kids of a different generation. For us, life has been a cake walk. We have not faced the so-called hardships of life. Agreed, they might have a little more Job experience but apart from that, we all are similar to them.
It’s never been easy for me. Being sent to a boy’s hostel in class 8th, I was ragged. You can’t stop ragging in a boy’s hostel. It’s like asking babies not to cry ever again. I could’ve called my parents and would’ve requested them to take me back home. But, was it going to help me, was that going to make me a stronger person? No, it would only make me weak and I couldn’t let that happen. I had to fight, might not be physically but mentally. The fight was with myself of never giving up. Those 3 years taught me. They taught me that I was strong, I was strong mentally, others possessed the brutal force of strength, I possessed the force of calm composed mind.
Things were getting a little better, I went back to my home town for 11th-12th. Got a call from a reputed institution in Mumbai for under graduation.
Things again started to be a little difficult. If you are in Mumbai the way you look defines the number of friends you have. 6ft. weighing 96 kg’s doesn’t account of you being good looking. For almost 6 months I sat alone waiting to be accepted. On 13th January 2016, I realized people don’t change you have to change according to them. I joined the gym. Day 1 of college I was the fattest, Day 840 I was the fittest amongst all. It’s not about you not being able to do something because you have this problem or you are suffering from something. It’s about you giving your best and deciding that NO ONE can bring you down, COME WHAT MAY. It’s about waking up every day and telling yourself that you have it in you, that you can do it. All you need is to be dedicated to the goal you have in mind.