TIME is d boss.

By -
Its been quite some time now that I have been preparing for my viva, making drawings, working on my model, slogging my ass, staying up late nights, cos I had decided that I m gonna do well this time and gonna give everything good. I had vivas on two days one after d other, first day was good both d vivas went well. Second day was more important cos it was design viva the most important subject of architecture. I finished my model one day before. There was just one file which was given to my friend and I was to plot (print) that in the morning cos my friend could not email me last night and I had to wait till I get that email which for some bad reasons came to me in the morning at around 6:30am.on the viva day. I don’t know what should I call it my bad luck or bad stars d machine got stuck and I had to wait for my plot to get done which resulted in me reaching my collage late. You must be thinking right, that I must have given my viva and everything went well cos all my work was done even the model was looking good and finished too. But you are wrong, u know what happened? the jurors got pissed off cos I was late and I was marked absent even when I was there, I requested them to take it, but I guess they were not able to hear me at that time, I guess they were not able to here the pain in my voice, I guess they were not able to see the eagerness in my voice, the efforts in my work, nothing they just walked away. I was head struck at that moment and everything went blank when they walked away. All my efforts, all the work everything went into drain in fractions of seconds just because of my one mistake “I was not on time”. It felt as if it was the end of the world for me. I wanted to kill the jurars , I wanted to kill the stupid traffic, I wanted to kill that stupid computer which got stuck, I wanted to kill internet for not working on time, but I wanted to kill myself for all of this. One stupid mistake and that’s it everything got spoilt.

I have always heard some people learn it the hard way, I guess it was the worst way to learn the lesson. The lesson ill never forget ‘TO BE ON TIME’. Everything is been messy since then not able to stop cursing myself cos after all its my fault no matter what. But u know why it hurt me so much because other people who didn’t even have good quality work got chance to show. And when I had everything fished well done I didn’t even get chance to put my point across. It wouldn’t have been bad if they saw my work and didn’t like it, but I didn’t even get the chance. It hurts so bad when u lose even before u try for it. It hurts real bad.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

fatema

By -
Image
Adorable is a word that’s just not good enough to describe the way she is. A perfect surprise package. Like if you meet her for the first time,  she’ll seem so shy, so in her own cocoon, like a butterfly. Like s omeone  you wont know what they are all about . As if those colors on the wings all are hidden . Yes, butterfly would be the best way to explain what she is. The one you feel like taking care of, the one you find so fragile that you are afraid even to touch. But you always want it around, refreshing & sparkling, spreading colors everywhere. You will never be able to read her, just like you cannot guess the trail of a butterfly. In fact she is one with the qualities of bunny rabbit. She would do something and by the time you realize its her, she would nicely put on face “u think its me” with a big wide innocent eyes. I never thought I would ever have this kind of motherly feeling so soon in my life. But she sure made me feel like a mother. Ya that’s...
Read more

my b'day gift

By -
Image
whats is this ??or why is this here??? wait let me tell u..these are just some snaps of the beautiful gift which i got on my b'day from suku... who sent it to me all the way from hyderabad..Amazing isn’t it..thanks to Nikhil that he carried it all the way with him. I was really happy to see this gift. Not because i love plans and all (that was the reason too) but mostly for the thought behind it. to send the good luck plant , to send that good luck all the way 900km. That thought was amazing. I really felt like giving him a big fat hug. Thanks suku (sukumar). Talking about suku, he is kind of new friend of mine through a common link that we have that’s Nikhil. But since the time we have spoke to each other that common link is sidelined and now i can very well say that me and suku are friends. He is nice guy as much as i have got to know about him. True hearted and adorable as well. Little sentimental, little bit of filmy, but fun, yeah and philosopher as well but in a limit... yeah...
Read more

unusual..

By -
9:15am Churchgate fast local. Ladies compartment, usual crowd. But something unusual today. Something or I should say someone unusual. That face which didn’t belong to that place. She was sitting there on a forth seat. Everyone who entered kept asking here as to where she wanted to get down. She didn’t reply she kept looking at everyone, and she kept quite. I looked into her eyes, and could only see one thing fear. I wondered what was she afraid of. She wore an outfit with all possible colours in the colour palate, silver jewellery all over her, oiled hair. And she bared a smell, not of any perfume but may be a smell of that place where she belonged, may be a smell of all those sweaty days, or may be just a smell of her poverty. She kept sitting there, and someone or the other kept asking her. I turned and looked at her once. But there was one thing i could not miss about her, her eyes. At that moment I felt as if she was wrapped in her cocoon and the only thing which visible was, he...
Read more