It happened to me.
Here's a (by no means exhaustive) list of the times that I REALLY wanted something. In all cases, naturally, I didn't get it.
- When I was a kid, I REALLY wanted to travel home from the bus stop in an auto alone with mom. Mom ensured that we took a SHARED auto so that we could save a few rupees with which she would buy me sweets or a book. I got BOOKS instead of quality time with my mom.
- Once I REALLY wanted an umbrella. The fancy, large double folding umbrella that any normal three-year old yearned fer. Instead, I was given a BRIGHT RED RAINCOAT that embarrassed me so much I only wore it when no one was looking.
- I REALLY wanted to be a prefect in class 8. I maskha lagaoed my house master for a good three years for it. Then, just before the prefects were announced, the house masters changed houses, and this bozo was made in charge of my house. Some newcommer talked to him in an affected mix of British, American, Japanese and West Indian accents and showed him his farji computer certificates. He was made prefect instead of me. I wasn't even made house captain. Or vice captain. I was made N.I.E. In Charge. Which basically meant I missed assembly everyday and distributed newspapers to classes 6, 7 and 8. I became a glorified NEWSPAPER BOY instead of a school prefect.
- I REALLY wanted to study geography after school. Then my school's geography teacher convinced me to do economics in St. Stephen's College. To this day, she gloats over having destroyed the only real career related ambition I ever had.
- I REALLY wanted the Rhodes. But Vir Chauhan's a biased pig. Lets leave it at that.
- I REALLY wanted to do Adam in Misha's play, but she wants me to do Jess.
11 comments:
AAh... such are the perils of life...
dude chaddo yaar... hota hai...
btw ganga is a better option... yamuna is too polluted
:p
ganga is too far away!!!!!
My apologies, you've been writing. I suppose it was a long while back. Very cool. I wanted to become a prefect in 12th, my house master told me I'm becoming one -- but I didn't. That sucks.
haha. i got SOOOOO pissed after the class 8 debacle that my sole mission in Modern School after that was to become prefect in class 12. i even refused to move to better schools. i just HAD to show those bozos what i was made of. I made BLOODY sure. studied my arse off. topped humanities. participated in every cultural programme in every capacity that i could. in the end, they didnt have a choice.
probably the only time i got something i wanted!
See it wasnt all bad...
Come dont make me feel bad-der
awww....
i'm sowwy
i wrote it before our meaningful discussion.
but that can't change my preferences, now, can it?
let me give analogy. i wanted to do geography, but i ended up in stephen's doing eco. eventually got used to it.
i'll get used to it. i've made my compromise.
oooh... i had a lot of fun reading most of your blog enteries....kudos for all that you splattered here!!! it's a good load of fun... i had to actually detatch myself from the seat to get off the computer...coz i was continuously grinning and staring at the screen..... so much so that it gave me a headache!!
i too never get wat i want... i got thru the best college in my field... but no hostel, i got a good job offer after grad...but my pops won't let me work till i'm a PG....
i want a ciggie right now... but since i'm quitting... i don't get one...
enough shit....
Started reading your blog at 11.30 pm and the clock strikes 2am IST right now... a bit too much for a girl who hits bed at 11pm - most of the times :)
I have been away from home for the first time so kind of relate to 'your hours of solitude'.. ;) I don't really know whether you will agree or not but staying away from home surely makes one more introspective. And, there in your blog came at the most appropriate time for me. Over the past few days, I took it upon myself to analyse what are the things that I look back and repent today.
In tandem with "Why do I never get what I want?"
1. I missed out to share the same alma mater with you. I just applied to Stephen's for Eco, for which I couldn't clear the cut-off. Perhaps, the prolonged stories of what purpose will Maths Honors serve, never let me gave myself an opportunity to sit for the interview. I found contentment in College of Business Studies. In retrospect, I feel it - not getting into CBS (I still have fond memories of the place) but not applying for Maths at Stephens - is something I will be teary-eyed lifelong.
As life has defined, out of CBS and here I am at FMS doing my MBA and everytime I cross DSE canteen and take that road that goes to Stephen's the fervor of dejection augments.
2. I couldn't meet my Grandpa during his last days. I guess we often don't realise that everything and everyone is not there till eternity. Today, I just wish that I had spent more time with him.
I feel that theatre is one way of venting out. Have done some plays during school days. It surely is fun!
Take Care and Keep Rocking at Oxford... :)
but why is vir chauhan biased? and what is he biased against/in favour of?! what happened to you? i ask this because i've had a pretty bad experience myself!
Also, Chauhan must have had a fairly uneventful academic life. This is the first hit you get once you type in Vir Chauhan - a line that says Vir Chauhan is a biased pig. Wonder if he knows.
y yaar I don't get what I want...god is not pleased wid me..I hate my life
jo bhi kareeb aata hai wahi door chala jata hai
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