I'm done being dependent and carefree. Apparently.
The next phase of my life is going to be pretty tough. After undergrad (now that I'm done), I plan on doing my Masters. It's Change. Not just any change, but a change marked by 13491 kilometers, 8383 miles, 7284 nautical miles. And a 9.5 hour time difference. Like this ain't much of a strain, I'm going to have to learn to cook. Then learn to wash my own clothes, do the dishes, and clean an apartment.
Do I want this change? Yes, and no. What I really want is to bring Columbia University to Chennai, or Chennai next to Columbia University.
I'm a bit of a wuss that way. I don't do well with change. Mainly because I don't want to. I'm not denying that I'm really excited to move to NYC and study! I'm really really REAALLLY psyched about the experience. The diversity, the culture (however lacking, no offence), the competitive environment; it's all I'd ever dreamed of.
But why don't I do well with change? Idk. It's maybe 'cause of all the extra effort I need to put in- make new friends, get comfortable, and finally enjoy what's around me.
A walk down memory lane : 4 years back, there was another change. A change I didn't deal with very well. Undergrad was too different compared to high school. High school was safe, and secure. And till date, my school friends are the ones I can count on, and it'll probably always remain that way. But in my UG, the people were different, they treated each other differently. It was then that I learnt and understood the clear caste distinction in India; one thing that I'd never noticed in the early 18 years of my life. The first year of my undergrad life was a drag; hardly attending college, bunking classes, staying at home, not talking to people. After a year, I realised I can't stay like that for another 3 years. So, I started talking, and socialising- the usual ritual (just a year late).
Lesson#1 "The realisation of the 'Culprit' "
What I figured out was, all along, I was the problem.
The people were fine, the college was fine and I was going to be JUST FINE. I have made amazing friends past 3 years. But through it all, I never thought I'd miss this place. Of course, that was until I had to move on to the next stage of my life.
Lesson#2 "Learn from your mistakes"
What I'm going to do right this time, is all that I did wrong the last time around.
I'm prepared for this change.
I've read the signs. I've been cautious.
Lesson#3 "Prepare yourself. Equip yourself with the necessities"
I think I'm set. I can handle the new environment, the people. I've made a couple of friends already, and I've started planning for the grad life.
Lesson#4 "Be an optimist, at least try to be"
Hoping the transition will be completed with ease. I can't wait to experience the new life!
And we've reached the end: So here's to change, and how I've finally learned to deal with it!
The next phase of my life is going to be pretty tough. After undergrad (now that I'm done), I plan on doing my Masters. It's Change. Not just any change, but a change marked by 13491 kilometers, 8383 miles, 7284 nautical miles. And a 9.5 hour time difference. Like this ain't much of a strain, I'm going to have to learn to cook. Then learn to wash my own clothes, do the dishes, and clean an apartment.
Do I want this change? Yes, and no. What I really want is to bring Columbia University to Chennai, or Chennai next to Columbia University.
I'm a bit of a wuss that way. I don't do well with change. Mainly because I don't want to. I'm not denying that I'm really excited to move to NYC and study! I'm really really REAALLLY psyched about the experience. The diversity, the culture (however lacking, no offence), the competitive environment; it's all I'd ever dreamed of.
But why don't I do well with change? Idk. It's maybe 'cause of all the extra effort I need to put in- make new friends, get comfortable, and finally enjoy what's around me.
A walk down memory lane : 4 years back, there was another change. A change I didn't deal with very well. Undergrad was too different compared to high school. High school was safe, and secure. And till date, my school friends are the ones I can count on, and it'll probably always remain that way. But in my UG, the people were different, they treated each other differently. It was then that I learnt and understood the clear caste distinction in India; one thing that I'd never noticed in the early 18 years of my life. The first year of my undergrad life was a drag; hardly attending college, bunking classes, staying at home, not talking to people. After a year, I realised I can't stay like that for another 3 years. So, I started talking, and socialising- the usual ritual (just a year late).
Lesson#1 "The realisation of the 'Culprit' "
What I figured out was, all along, I was the problem.
Lesson#2 "Learn from your mistakes"
What I'm going to do right this time, is all that I did wrong the last time around.
I'm prepared for this change.
I've read the signs. I've been cautious.
Lesson#3 "Prepare yourself. Equip yourself with the necessities"
I think I'm set. I can handle the new environment, the people. I've made a couple of friends already, and I've started planning for the grad life.
Lesson#4 "Be an optimist, at least try to be"
Hoping the transition will be completed with ease. I can't wait to experience the new life!
And we've reached the end: So here's to change, and how I've finally learned to deal with it!
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