I was always a brilliant student right from my childhood. One who always scored 100 in Maths. One who proudly referred to it as ‘1 gola gola’ whenever anyone enquired about my mathematical prowess. My parents always thought that I would become an engineer and that became my natural career choice. The passing years at school and my academic record profusely vouched for the path that my parents had chosen. I conquered high school with a brilliant 90%. Intermediate was another milestone as I scored 92 there.
IIT- JEE was my next goal. I had already decided during Class 12th that like my friends I will not go through the rigours of coaching. I never liked the coaching concept. It is so boring. One has to put up with all kinds of morons, sorry to say, but the teachers there, are really a big turn-off. They dish out lectures on how to do and what to do but never clear the doubts of the students. What else can they do? They themselves have the most number of doubts. And most important of all, I don’t like listening to lectures. Lucky I was as my parents never subjected me to it; my friends have had their share.
I decided that I will prepare for it separately with full concentration and dedication by myself. So the path was set. I made a time table that was very basic initially. 6:00 am to 8:00 am Physics, 8:00 to 8:30 break (bath+ breakfast), 8:30 to 10:30 Maths, and 10:30 to 11:00 break (power nap), 11:00 to 1:00p.m Chemistry.
After one month the time table became more intricate and lengthy. Hours were increased from six to nine. The subjects too underwent an organisational revamp. Applying various permutations and combinations on topics and chapters I finally figured out a crack the-JEE timetable. But things were destined to be the other way round.
I must admit I was always a good student but not laborious. I definitely had sharpness and quick learning abilities but labour was not my forte. And IIT-JEE requires you to be both. Till now I had never studied according to any time table. This was my first time and though the start was great, slowly the time table turned the tables on me. Six in the morning turned up into eight. And the frequency and duration of power naps increased despite my best efforts to keep them down. After a point it really became difficult to follow the time table.
Meanwhile, my latent interest in drawing and sketching reared its head. For this I give credit to the multi- coloured underlines I had to make in the books to remember the formulas. I fell in love with colours during this exercise and proposed towards painting at the speed of light.Mission JEE vanished from the scene without giving any signal.
With no coaching teachers and tests to nag around and parents who never questioned me leave alone advise me, I had a carte blanche to do as I wished. And that I did with full enthusiasm and devotion, so much so that the exams came and I was just half-prepared. I did sit for it but without any nervousness or fear, just like my school days. Came back and did no analysis.
A month and half over, results were declared. My rank was somewhere around 50, 456. No-Entry into the mighty IITs; it was quite clear. But who wanted to go there? Not I, for sure. This one year earmarked for “JEE- the goal of my life”, had given me enough evidence as to where my interest and career lay.
I had decided that I will do BFA (Bachelor’s of Fine Arts). Of course, Papa & Maa were upset and worried but I convinced them. At least I would like to think I did. Even if I didn’t, time will definitely convince them that their son who once made the perfect “1 gola gola” in Maths is equally skilled at making golas and much more in Fine Arts.