Satisfaction.

I felt a great sigh of relief and unbound happiness when i stepped out of the exam hall. I found it difficult to finish the paper within 3 hours....I really had a lot to write. So, what do you think?...That was my favorite subject?....Not at all....That was the paper which kept me away from three recruiters. That was the paper with which i was kicked out from SSB @ INS Agarani....That was the very same paper which connects us through this blog, as i got the inspiration from the precious moments of my return journey in Gurudev Express. So why am i so happy even though it was a tough paper?....

While i attended few interviews, i was surprised to note that all of them had a question in common.
"Deepak, we are anxious about your performance. U plunged from 90s to 60s....what happened?"....

With a little hesitation i always replied.
"Sir,..I just enjoyed college..."

"So what were you into?...Drinking?smoking?...Or girls?..."
With all due respect, i answered.
"None of the above, sir"...

And before asking technical stuffs, they were always in a desperate effort to find a solid reason for this.

Well there are a thousand reasons for being so.
I was lazy enough not to submit any of the assignments during my 6th sem. 
I used to wake up late, with the previous night's sleep leftover, as those nights were always engaged with night calls.
Shortage of attendance in class was not a problem. I had plenty in cinemas.
"Dedication to extra curricular activities"- was the comprehensive term which i always mentioned to the recruiters.

But these days were really different. I was more serious. Even though i gave up the habit of night calls long before, i didn't make a call to my friends unnecessarily.
I gathered notes, and was disappointed when i saw the Greek letters making faces at me. I really don't understand the language they speak....Still, i took it as a challenge.
I had to......And when u face challenges, you don't think....You don't hesitate....You just start working from the very on moment. So did i.
I moved to my hostel room, which was unoccupied, as everyone were enjoying their study leave. I had a buddy there. He will always be there and of course, he is the only one who doesn't discourage me for early exam preparations...

I had to take a big effort to crack and work on the iterative procedures of structural analysis, but once i got the logic, i enjoyed it more or less like a game. Thats what learning and homeworks are meant for, i suppose....I had the best days there. I cooked by myself, apart from omelet i made some real dishes, tasty enough to be remembered. I thought cooking was a science. But it is an art too. Like all the arts, one need to take it seriously, with some patience, and a good amount of creativity. And my dad is the best man i can ever point out for coupling cooking with creativity. With same ingredients, I have never had a recipe repeated. All of them were novelties...

Cooking was a time pass. It was a refreshment too. My friends came up with a statement that i need not starve to death, even if my wife goes for an indefinite strike...Of course, i believe that cooking is a survival technique too. Apart from that fact it would be a fantastic experience to cook together with your partner. I was trying to imagine those shots,lol....

Days passed...I was a bit nervous at the eve of exam. I couldn't sleep well. I got up early in the morning, got my portions revised. I think it was my third revision. Last time, it was during my first year examination, that the verb "revision" had got something to do with my academics.
My mind was full of hope when i stepped into the exam hall. Most of the familiar faces belonged to the passed out ( senior ) students....The paper was set to difficult level. I had to take a good amount of effort to answer them all. My calculator had a busy time and the quick hits on keys were quite rhythmic. Some of my friends were wandering outside and peeped into the hall to check out my status. They told that i had a busy time, while rest of them were sitting idle. I don't remember seeing them, not even hearing the usual sounds in the hall. All i could see was my pen scribbling some iterations and my answer sheet getting thicker and thicker. I managed to finish just in time. When i handed over the paper to the invigilator, i had an unusual feeling....

Well.. I call it ,,,, "The Heaven of Satisfaction".....And i believe that i felt it only because, i worked. I haven't had such a feeling for the past three years as i didn't take any serious efforts to keep up my academics......


Such a satisfaction brings out the sigh of relief and unbound happiness to our life....
I felt it, when i stepped out of the exam hall..........

I have nothing more to say -"Work hard", as all our efforts have an ultimate aim - SATISFACTION..........





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