Luck. Hope. Aspirations. Crossing out the luck part, i started college with the latter two. Guess i forgot to read the fine prints. Somewhere along the way they transformed into frustration and a definite need to discover my true self (as cliched as it might sound).
Ever since i can remember, as a kid my happiest moments were when i was in an airplane or watching the stars. The solar system, the galaxies and the cosmos in its whole magnificent self enamor me. I get into a sort of semi-trance while stargazing. It is, for me, an understated ecstasy.
I am an indian and ultimately life boils down to two things for a girl - either have a promising career or get married. Luckily, I have been blessed with wonderful parents who don't believe in the above societal notion and have given me the freedom to live my life on my own terms. I have never been pressurized to do anything or over excel. But it is an innate tendency of mine to be the best in whatever i do. Failure is not easy on me. So it was obvious that i would choose one of the most difficult professions. I started of with wanting to do Astrophysics, but i couldn't see myself stuck in a lab all day and hence chose the closest form of engineering- Astronautical. Excited and over-joyous i began my journey but then came the unexpected detour.
As i metamorphosed from an over-enthusiastic freshman to a worn out junior, i realized that i wanted to soar through the sky like a airplane. Spread my metaphoric colossal wings and glide through the icy, rapturing wind. Rather than being the one propelling the magnificence into the amaranthine sky and then stand back and watch as my envisage takes off, leaving me behind in a trail of envious abjection .
I am a free spirit "trapped" in an engineer's mind and whenever this free spirit bounces of a mutant idea- it brews a concoction of agitated disturbance.
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