Not just another IITian….

Four years of perspiration, followed by forty of wellbein’.

How, I first confronted with JEE, this was.

Were detached, my extra acads, from my routine,

This for me definitely wasn’t worth the cause.

 

Back then, in my ninth grade, I was barely thirteen,

With the video games deep-embedded in my mind,

And the involvement in TV, that was more than keen,

Had to part with them, with the books, had to bind.

 

With TV and video games ejected out of my life,

My life didn’t feel like living anymore.

But, never did I fall short of the spirit to strife,

The ability to deviate from studies, still in my core.

 

Quite evident in my tenth board exams, was the same,

As I could manage a petty sixty one.

No longer was home, the place for my game,

As for Kota, I packed up, on the tip of my dad’s gun.

 

For they thought of it as the last resort,

Counting on the place to change their son’s stance.

That didn’t either serve the purpose, by any sort,

The books still stacked in the shelf, longing for a first glance.

 

If equaling some variable ‘x’, were the distractions at home,

The number there was more than ‘x cube’.

I became a victim of the excessive deviation syndrome,

As I returned to my former love, the TV’s picture tube.

 

Making mockery of the mock tests was something,

I was slowly but steadily getting used to.

When suddenly came JEE, without a ping,

Why so serious, was the attitude, when we already have two.

 

All went smooth till the D-day arrived,

It was exactly what I had supposed it to be,

My name didn’t show up amongst those qualified.

But, I could feel myself being separated from me.

 

As all my buddies got a step further,

And me, the sole and the lone one, left out,

For the first time, my mind began to bother,

As I pledged to changing myself, from being such a lout.

 

My books were finally out of the rack,

And for once the nerdy in me, sprung out.

Eight months of mugging, it took for success to unpack,

The transformation yielded good, no doubt.

 

Pledges are meant to be broken,

I pledged on the first day of college.

But, to the nerdy, as a ‘Thank You’ token,

I mustered up the courage, to open the first page.

 

All I could find was a bundle of illogical stuff,

Pertaining from an assumption, pointing to the same.

The professor’s word seemed nothing but a senseless puff,

Didn’t take me long to realize, time to change the game.

 

Though lost hold of TV, new love sprung up in the LAN,

Couldn’t stay much apart from my machine.

Didn’t mind staying secluded from my clan,

As long as the isolation wasn’t devoid of that golden screen.

 

And here I stand, after four years in IIT,

The logic that once was, is out of my thought.

My scorecard, it reads five point three,

And me, proudly, a stand-out in the lot.

This is just a fiction. And never ever confuse this character with me. I have a decent CGPA of 8.4.... [:D]