After a lot of effort........

I tried and tried and tried to post a blog, but somehow have never been able to write something till the end....either the thoughts stopped before coming to mind, or the thoughts came but did not reach the keyboard, and if sometimes they even did, they did not last long enough for me to able to finish what I was writing.....After I had given up on the thought of ever writing a blog, I started writing an article on 'grad life'. What ended was not even remotely what I had started with, and surely it was not on 'grad life'. So to at least reward my effort I am posting it as my frist blog, with the hope that the following ones will not be so difficult to come....and before another mishap occurs, I'd better post this one

I graduated from the Indian Institute of Technology (IIT), Delhi, India in 2005 with a major in Board for Sports Activities (BSA) and a minor in Civil Engineering. Treated with the royalty of BSA and the “stud-ness” of the civil department, four years had gone by in sheer luxury. So I decided to pursue my masters’ degree in Transportation engineering, because you know I am a civil engineer by heart, and fortunately got schol in University of Texas at Austin.

Henceforth things began to change. Firstly, coming out of our cozy abode into the big bad world (away from friends made for life time, deprived of belongingness to a hostel, deprived of addictions like at-least-one-Nescafe/MJ-visit-per-day, without a daily dose of Badminton or some other sport) instantly seemed like a nightmare. While one was struggling to get over this one, the second one was not far behind. What came as a thunderbolt to me was to realize that initially I could not contribute enough to either my major area or my minor area here in the US.

To those people for whom ‘soccer’ and ‘football’ (American) are two totally different things, and those who call themselves “World Champions” if they win the National Football League, it was useless to explain what Badminton was. Furthermore, it was impossible to believe that people in cities with barely over half a million people and a well-developed transportation infrastructure were nervous about their transportation problems and were working towards solving them. However, the qualms of these people began to sink in gradually, and then I became appreciative of them, once I realized that this was to be my bread and butter now.

The bigger stroke came from the coursework. When I registered for 3 courses, equivalent to 9 credits, for the first semester I thought of the first sem at IIT – 6 courses, 1 lab, 28 credits – “after this anything in the world is doable”. But believe it or not, these courses burnt enough midnight oil and still I did not manage many As.

So many new ideas began to form and pressure began to develop. Low CG cannot be covered up with extracurricular activities (they don’t give damn). Fellow desis are slogging day and night coz they have a reputation and they need to maintain it. Even if I don’t feel it, I am a foreigner here and should have a reason to be here, other than ‘just chillax’. I have had my share of time-pass and now I should assume some responsibility of my own life, and in some time my family as well….somehow, all things begin to matter more. Among the other luminaries in my batch, (Dr.) Abhishek Das states “May sound clichéd but grad life is you can say the finishing stage of one’s transformation from boy to man. Undergrad life was fun, but grad life is fun as well as responsibility. You understand your role as an engineer better. It is the time when you begin to love the work that you are doing. It is kind of demanding and you are pushed to the very limits of your capabilities. Thinking becomes a major part of your work and lifestyle. You are groomed to face challenges once you are out.”

A lot of the above can be attributed to the workaholic culture of this place, which is striking initially but begins to grow on you gradually. Moreover the number and kind of distractions are minimized here. Two oceans away from family, restricted number of friends (even lesser number who are vella), full personal/household/work responsibilities on you, there is not much choice left but to spend substantial amount of time in work.

However, yet another thing begins to develop….the process of making a home away from home, ‘selecting’ a family, look after/helping out each other, sharing happiness and sorrow, cooking - trying to replicate home food, watching hindi movies as an important occasion, celebrating festivities together, and amidgst all this…….the true essence of ‘desh’ is realized………….