To the Man who was always a perfectionist!
I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life… To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
When I had graduated I had no plans of doing masters. For two years I was footloose, travelling from Nasik to Delhi to Calcutta to Delhi and Himachal in-between. I was constantly trying to find an area of work which interested me. It is at this juncture that I got to know about IRMA. After a thorough research I took a decision to invest my two years in doing this course.
When I came here I already had something’s in my mind. I had to pursue my dream, no matter what happened and yet be responsible enough to take care of my family Somehow the sector vs non sector confusion was never in my mind. Probably my late father was an inspiration. He was from a very remote village in Himachal. The nearest school was 14 kms away and he used to walk every day to the school. It was in class 9 that he decided to move away from his village as my grandfather was against his education. He wanted to prove a point which he did by graduating from IIT Kharagpur ten years down the line His story always inspired me and that is why I am chasing a dream. If my father, inspite of being from poor family could dream of getting out of the village at tender age why can’t I choose a path which is less travelled After all he had provided me with every luxury which he could not get. Thanks for making me dream dad and thank you Maa for supporting my eccentricities. Continue reading “Farewell IRMA and batchmates!”