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In the 21st edition of As We Leave 2024, Deepanshi Maheshwari, a Y20 graduate from the Material Science Engineering Department, shares her heartfelt journey at IITK.
Disclaimer:- The views presented below are the author’s own and are not in any manner representative of the views of Vox Populi as a body or IIT Kanpur in general. This is an informal account of the author’s experiences at IIT-K.
As I have finally sat down to write this after procrastinating over a month because I was on a rollercoaster ride of emotions of accepting the fact that now we are leaving campus and all of this is coming to an end. The end with the rant “yaar yeh sab kab khatm hoga yaar”? and another month to accept that am I ready to bring up the emotional and vulnerable side of me in an article? Ig After 1365 episodes of overthinking and ranting about it to Yash and Ayush, I wrote one. Sorry in advance, for the long read it is going to be 🙂
Thank you, Yeva, for keeping up so much patience with me while I write this <3
THE FIRST THREE ONLINE SEMESTERS
As I entered college, I was this excited girl wanting to learn and explore this new side of life – it got more exciting because it was not just two years of prep but an extra six months of gap because of covid 🙁
Yes, even though it started online, I was happy at least my engineering started, which I had no hopes about then. I met Gaurav, Saksham, Sweta, Kshitiz, Alok, Yashvardhan, Bharat, and Naman online. I used to have a lot of late-night group video calls with them. Even though I never met them offline, the bond was special and honest, even through the screens and calls.
While during RC, some of my good friends came to campus – they were exploring campus life with the friends they had here – and we tend to lose that bond and touch. It was a bit sad, but it was fine as I still had my close friends stuck on video calls and texts like me. I explored being a part of different clubs and SPO more, which made me learn much more.
It was all good and decent for the first two semesters. I had friends, and I had a decent SPI for both semesters. I had a way to escape apart from the struggle I had back at home for a few hours when I talked to people.
Here comes the 3rd semester – The family struggle increased, along with being told that all you bring to your parents is bad luck, and struggles started getting more to me, which by now was affecting my mental health a lot. I didn’t know how to handle the situation, which was so out of my hands, and I wished to bring the struggle to an end and also if I could escape home. I ended up getting an F in ESO202 and a very poor SPI. Okay, so let me be honest, I could have handled it better – we often think while going through it that it is never going to get better, though I was struggling a lot because of what was happening at home, but that didn’t mean – I should have shifted my focus 0 to myself. It was not like my family was struggling financially or I did not have enough time to study- I could have tried more – I could have still managed to get time out and not ignore my academics. Still, I did everything else apart from it, escaping from my current problem, which led to another future problem.
When I look back at it, I understand by now, the problems in your life will never stop coming – you will face a lot of them the first time – so even though you are learning to deal with them the first time – don’t let this healing or escaping phase affect the other aspects of your life.
Cut short, we got the mail that we would soon be returning to campus, and I was very excited to meet my friends offline and stop this online struggle. Even though my fracture had just been cut 2 days before I came to campus, and my doctor strictly said “no” to walking a lot – I had 15000 steps the very first day at campus! Sab ek din me jo dekhna tha.
I was happy as the best of my 2 girlfriends were my roommates, and we all came offline. The harsh part here was we all were meeting new people. Even among our friendships, slowly, some people became closer to us – the friendship dynamics changed a lot when we came offline – in the process, all of us hurt each other a little bit – because, at this time – you are still that kid who expects from people and gets sad when it doesn’t get fulfilled. But we were learning, right?
A101 for me ( me, Sweta, Ojsi)
The random visits to Mama Mio (special thanks to Gaurav) made me meet the people I am going to be highly grateful to: Priya, Yash, Harsh, Kaustubh, Satvik
The campus bubble has to break now, and here it starts. My best friend of 3 semesters and I – because of too many expectations,confusion between us lost the beautiful friendship. Now that I look back, none of us was wrong. We tried our best to explain our sides, but maybe we couldn’t understand each other. Even though we both tried our best to save it, we had to grow out of it after a point. I wasn’t ready to face this or accept losing my best friend during the very first month. We had so many plans about what we would do offline on campus. But we learnt to let go of the bonds for the greater good of both sides.
I saw people backstabbing, spreading rumors, and telling half-stories. Now, for a person who had thought it would get easier at campus – the drama and unexpected events were happening here also – it felt worse than back home – I didn’t know at this point what to do. I thankfully had very, very close roommates who heard my never-ending rants,supported me and loved me during all this. That’s when I learned it is fine for people to spread things about you until your very close friends know the truth, and trust me, don’t try to clear it out, people out there don’t care – they will discuss it for a few minutes and forget. The good part – I did not fuck up my SPI a lot this time. I managed to do well in my end semesters.
THE START OF CS TENURE
My tenure as CTM started around when I was finding an escape from the sad things – so this is what I exactly did. I started spending my time at CS and working more and more there. I was passionate about working there – and loved my work a lot. But the mistake I made here was somehow, because of overspending time and prioritizing CS – I stopped spending time with my friends – and whenever I did, I used to talk only about CS. I proved to be a bad friend there. The irony was, being a CTM,I was there for other people all the time, but maybe I was not being a good friend to my friends when all they wanted was some good time together. As my room shifted( and that is how I met ashi), I tended to visit or meet them less. I never did this intentionally, of course – but I guess I did take them for granted thinking that let me work, they are always there.
Please Don’t take people for granted while you are busy somewhere else exploring a new side of life, which sounds more exciting. And please Go up and talk to your friends if you feel they are doing something like this – don’t just pretend their actions do not hurt you.
The summer starts, me with my 6.7 CPI and an F to clear – I needed to figure out what profile to prepare for – what should I do? I knew SDE wasn’t for me. I did coding but never really enjoyed it even though I could. Apart from that, there was consulting – which I won’t make it to because I don’t have the peaks.
As I have seen lately at campus, there has been a shift towards consulting and product. Without even trying the other profiles dedicatedly, many people have just assumed that these are the only profiles that will suit them. Don’t do this. This is precisely when you need to explore the options and see up and be sure that you don’t want to do this before eliminating any option. At the same time, we have to be realistic about the number of companies for this profile. It is significantly less, and the internship period is just around 2 months, it is not like your final career choice; you can switch after that – it is impractical if you just prefer a profile over the 2-month corporate experience you can get with this internship- which can help you know about what you want more.
The one thing I fucked up and want you to know is: don’t be a shy, scared person at this time. You need to have the courage to talk to so many seniors / ask them all your doubts and for help. Trust me; they are ready to be there, and none of them will judge you. Don’t think like you are alone or anything, you will and can find a senior who has been through a similar situation and can help you out.
Starting with the intern season, As expected, I had barely any shortlists. There were a lot of rejections because of the CPI. I did not get to the interview only because of that, but that makes sense because if the company had better options, why would they choose my resume? August was over. I had given only two interviews, and by now, I had lost hope of getting any internship. I was studying for it but had almost given up on it.
Around August end we started the orientation preparations, and even though we had no orientation for ourselves, I guess that became our motivation to conduct a 10-day long orientation between the semester and near the end exams. The admin and even our coordinators were not very in favor of this extended orientation – but all my team saw was a chance to revive the old culture of Y17 times because we knew if not this time – next time it will fade more. Just a week before orientation, I had a shortlist, and I was near to not sitting for the interview because of orientation work. Thankfully, my friends forced me to go and give the interview. It went very well – maybe because I had no hopes this time and was not at all scared. I got an internship, which was the most unexpected thing. I asked the APC twice if you were sure I got this. Even though my interviews did go so well, I couldn’t trust what was happening after the rejections. Maybe the unnecessary hopes and pressure would only make it more challenging.
The 10 days of orientation was one of the best times I had on campus – we worked endlessly, and none of us regretted it at all. Apart from that month-long planning and everything – for 10 days, we used to wake up at 6 am to collect lines from HALL 4 and get free from Audi at 9 pm – have dinner, and then meet at the CS office till 4 am. Many of us hardly even slept. Those hugs from parents and smiles of students is something for which I am ready to do everything all over again.
I had blisters on my feet that I was not able to even dance appropriately on the last day and was very near to black out on the 10th day. XD. but it was all worth it. When we stood up on the stage, we all started crying. We had made this happen just a week before endsems. And the last cheer – “Ek do ek do – core team ko pyaar do.” This is my core memory from campus.
But during these 10 days, a lot changed for me. During the orientation, I saw a side amongst the juniors during many events, that they tended to respect and listen to my fellow male CTM more. Once in audi, while I was making an announcement – someone passed a very cheap comment; I scolded the entire batch of 1200 there and then. Even though a coordinator brought it up, not very happy about it, and made me doubt if it was right to scold them- all I had as a response was that I wanted to show them the good side here, but as a senior and female, I would like them to know their lines, which should neither be crossed as human nor as a student here .When I was taking up a session that included a topic about gender equality and LGBTQ community – there were a few juniors who stood up and stated very cleary that yes, females don’t deserve it. They are lesser; even in the other points, there were unnecessary questions to test my intellectuality as a female. I handled that on stage, with just the logical comebacks, but the moment I stepped out of that lecture hall, I burst out crying. I did not expect this to happen here on campus, that a junior who has just come to campus could do this. My whole childhood of being told I’m less because I’m a girl just came in front of me again. Yes, I had the option to ignore it, but I chose to answer it in a straight and strict way. If that day I had ignored it – the only message I would have been passing to my female juniors would be to be ready to hear all this silently. In the first week, they would feel that the campus is the same as how the outer world treated most of them. Yes, I doubted myself a lot. Did I do the right thing? Did what I said,come across in a good way? – I had no answers. While I was crying later at night again about all of that happening- one of the Hall 13 SGs video called me. To my surprise, on-call, his bacchas appreciated how I handled it well in the session, even after so many direct attacks. I felt relieved and had the biggest smile,I thought maybe I did the right thing.
There were a few more incidents that did become a highlight back then – that we had to go to hall 4 and talk to SGs separately about why none of them should be scared and raise their voice if something concerns them. For the first time now, I could see how, as a CTM, you could impact in a good way around
But I have to say that I became a not-so-sweet CTM – I used to scold SGs when they did not work – the Y22s when I felt they were disrespecting their SGs or crossed their lines. I did become a bad cop – which I don’t think is how CTMs are expected to be, right? A lot of juniors by then told me, “Aapse dar lagta he” . earlier, I used to take it up as fun – but slowly, it got up to me – that shit I fucked up as a CTM. Are they scared of me? how are they ever going to approach me if they have a problem, which is the main part of my job?
The self-doubt of not being a good ideal CTM kicked in very deeply.
Alongside all this, I could not manage my academics, and the fact that “ intern Lag Gyi na?” – I ended up with an E in ESO208 and a bad SPI. But I had 0 regrets by then – I was happy that I worked so much, the little girl who could never take a stand back then that she isn’t less did take one here and found one of the places on campus which I was motivated towards, this time I did something that made me happy, which helped me to provide a helping hand to people around and whatever happened to my grades this time was entirely because of me – not some external drama or any other person – I thought of it as a personal achievement XD.
But along all of this, the escape I was finding from things happening back at home, those broken friendships, and that abrupt end to the relationship – did not show up well – I started having destructive panic attacks – and crying for hours. Thankfully, after a month, I texted a counselor at 2 am that I did need a session. I ended up taking a few sessions, and it helped me get better. She helped me break my patterns. The number of panic attacks reduced over time. Please Stop ignoring your suffering, and don’t try to find an escape. It will only get worse. You cannot heal if you keep pretending you are not hurt, right?
The people who I had not even known, whom I met here, we worked together, we fought, we argued, we laughed, and here they were now my best of friends, and the bond I would preserve permanently. I met the best seniors here and the people I looked up to, Namratesh, and Nandini. I ended up talking too much and saying everything straight to them, what I felt and how I felt, and there was so much comfort and a safe space where I never felt judged, and a senior I knew I could always come back to. I had learned a lot by then, being in CS – I met so many people coming up and talking about their problems, I had personally handled what was going in different people’s lives, and the fact that I realized was that a lot of them had no one to share sensitive things with, it’s not like they din’t have friends but to have someone to understand them and their situation, not to show it small or irrelevant or joke about it. If you are reading this, please be that to someone – you can never think of how much ease you will bring to their life and them.CS made me way more mature, and empathetic, and have a deep understanding of humans
sixth semester –
It started off great – I could manage to have more time with my friends – I had those confrontations with a few of them after orientation – and said sorry for the unavailability, Cleared the confusion we had- and accepted mistakes on my part. And we decided to work. personally, now it was going good finally – my friendships were reviving, I was improving this time along with my academics, it was going good.
NOT BEING THE CHOSEN ONE
Now, it has come time to apply for the post of Coordinator. There was no confusion in my mind – I knew I wanted to go for it, and I knew the impact I could bring being in CS and having one more tenure there. I knew I had worked a lot and had been active the whole last tenure. Yes, I had doubts about being the best or ideal CTM. However, when I talked to Namratesh about the self-doubts I had, he gave me one of the best learning that “none of us is perfect – but what matters is our intention and the amount of work we put in; if you were honest and intentions were pure – you cannot go wrong”.
My friends did not want me to go up for it because they felt more than I was motivated to work there, and i tended to lose focus on my personal life because of it, it was also a personal escape – a few of my fellow CTM also warned that you need to learn to balance CS and your personal life.
I knew all of this by now, but yet I was motivated to go for it. But the one question I casually asked my then coordinators was if you don’t want to make me, and it is a clear no – you can tell me honestly, I will back off, and it is okay. They said nothing like that has yet been decided – and instead, there was a push from that side to fill up for it.
Cut short way before my results, I got to know from one of my friends that they are not making me a coordinator (That sounds fine, right. They must have better candidates), but what I got to know was that to remove me – there are going to be only 4 coordinators this time. I was shocked, cried, and asked myself if I was so bad. What was precisely so wrong that you had to cut down the number? there were no explanations. I learned about this before my handing-over ceremony, where I had to be awarded a CTM; what could have been worse? Do I even deserve that award now?
None of my other fellow CTM knew all this was happening. I had to go up for the ceremony forcefully – though I returned early to my room crying and slept – not because I was rejected – instead how I learned about all of this – and how many other people on campus already knew about it with different versions – it was no more an internal thing. I had already been accepted as an undeserving candidate – so bad they had to reduce the number to 4. I did not doubt their decision, only me. even though I questioned what was wrong with me – they had no answers to what went wrong.
But this time, there was another round by the Head and counselors, and they wanted 5 coordinators – so I was the 5th one – even though I already knew what was happening. Moving forward, I woke up crying after sleep, and we received an email where I was among the new coordinators. it was not a happy moment but the saddest, the results were not the same for me- because all that happened made me think of myself as undeserving and the worst and not the chosen one – I could not see the other 4 and me on the same line – for me, they were better than me and me being the worst choice among them. None of my fellow coordinators or core team knew about anything that happened – nor did I tell them. I kept doubting myself. I still had no explanation – no sorry for the unfairness.
This was when I learned what politics looks like, that every person who acts nice is not nice, and that there is a lot behind your back that you will never know. I learned that being nice and naive is not a proud thing, yes definitely don’t do wrong to others, but dare to stand up for yourself and guard yourself up.
THE SUMMER-
I had a great time at my internship – I explored the field of business and realized this was something I was looking up to – I knew what I wanted to do now – I had a lot of my answers by then professionally, the answer of if not engineering then what. The little girl who came from a patriarchal house where she and her parents were told that you should not let her study and go out for college was doing an internship far from her home – she sat on the flights for the first time, took 8 flights within 45 days compared to 0 in 20 years. The new city made me learn a lot, a lot about corporate and adulting. even though it did not go very well for the fact it was a group project and my partner was not interested in working. The mentor had no time to give for this project. Even though I worked very hard, it did not end as expected, and I felt how unlucky I could get.
everywhere I work – I put my heart out; no matter how much effort I put in, it just doesn’t seem to work when the results come.
THE TOUGHEST PHASE
The CS office was not the same for me – after every meeting, I could see myself doubting that, yes, I wasn’t deserving – the thought of not being the chosen one was not going to go that easily with the jokes and things I could hear from people around. Someone from outside would jokingly call me undeserving or not the chosen one. I had started doubting myself for having opinions and being straight with them. I thought that was the worst part about me. My few close friends ghosted me suddenly because of the new priorities they had. I did not get the PPO, I had an E of the orientation sem to clear, which, if not clear I am getting a degree extended as well then and definitely, the less CPI and fear that things will not even work for me in placements no matter how hard I try – all kicked in at once. – all I did was rot in my room alone for days, stop meeting anyone – cry for hours – eat maybe only once a day, and the only times I got up was because I had to go to the CS office – and now that also was only a trigger- no more the escape I had. It was the worst phase, and by then, I had doubted everything.
PLACEMENT SEASON
I was very scared; everything was not working in my favor, and I had this 6.7 CPI, but there was once someone who taught me that yes, things might not have worked in your favor even after the efforts you have put in. That doesn’t mean you assume the future will also not hold anything for you. life is about keeping going and never losing that little hope, and most important, is trusting in your abilities, you have less CPI, you have fucked up in a few places- and have not managed better earlier, but now is the time to manage. If you remain the same, you will let your failures affect other important parts of life; you will not grow up.
That was when Nabh (Y18 and one of the best seniors I have met) told me you might not get so many tests and interviews to give – but placement is not about the number of interviews but rather just doing well in that one chance you get – and you have to prepare well now without giving up on yourself.
I worked the hardest in my entire college life – yes, I had my share of breakdowns and self-doubts, but this time, I did not let it affect my focus on placements. I accepted the CPI I had but promised I wouldn’t put in any less effort this time. I started staying with my friends- the ones who cared and loved me, yet in this vulnerable state – accepting that it was good for me to let go off my then-best friends and not expect any explanation for what they did – why they did. Ojsi, Kaustubh, Gaurav, Yash, Priya, Harsh, Kshitiz, and Ashi were my most significant support, and I have to say they are the best part of my college life. They made me realize what real friendships and showing up looked like. We did our placement preparations together, Harsh, even after the PPO did the product preparation with me because I needed a case partner. I broke my laptop 2 days before tests started and started crying badly – and it took Kshitiz 2 seconds to give me his laptop. We were literal parents to each other – supported when needed and scolded when required.
Yes, because I had less CPI, I could not sit for many tests because of the cut-off, and even on the main day, I did not have a lot of shortlists. Yes, the other part of my resume was good, but the CPI, of course, overshadowed it. but once I got the tests in, I made it to the shortlist interview for a few, especially making it to the shortlist of GROWW boosted my confidence in my skills and abilities a lot.
THE D DAY
I had 2 interviews on day 1 – I got rejected from one after 2 rounds and the other after the first round. I had one consulting firm on 2.1 for which I knew I was their top candidate, and the company already gave a soft offer after my buddy rounds – my whole placement relied on it.
I even got a call at 4 to be ready. Your name is there – this is an excellent chance to go. You have prepared well, and they have already prioritized you. I went there at 4.30 am with the security that I’m getting placed on 2.1 – I got to know the whole list had been changed – and now I’m not even allowed to give the interview; they did not explain it to me, and did not communicate anything to me- The OPCs tried, but it didn’t happen. I had a breakdown – and was very near to remembering how everything was unfair – but for some reason, I did not. This time, I had the strength to face the rejection, not doubt myself, and take it personally with the hope that something would work out later or sooner, even though I couldn’t sleep that night and continuously shivered in fear.
day 2.2, after sitting 9 hours for a chance for an interview, and after being told by the APC over a question very randomly, “aapka baad me hi hoga, aap to company ki last priority ho” and when I had already told my mother that I would opt out after day 3 and go off campus, I got that 2nd last interview there, my that one chance and I got the offer. I even interrupted my interviewer, telling them the question had a loophole, and they corrected and changed it. I don’t know how I got that confidence – maybe because of the TED talk by Prasang, very bad jokes from Kshitiz and my other friends I had outside to cheer me – to tell me I could do it, and the trust I had this time over my abilities and all that I had faced during college. It felt like a stop to being told that I’m less, or the unlucky one, or the one who brings struggles to her parent’s lives. It was not a happy day – because my best friend got rejected from the same firm, and many of us were unplaced.
The next 3 days were the toughest for all of us – the placement season was way harsher than we expected. It did not work well for everyone. I have never seen such desperation in the eyes of people here – you could feel bad for those who were not even your friends.
By day 5, my closest friends got placed, and after that, at the campus restaurant, it was our full, complete meal in 5 days. guess what? Even after placements, I scored a decent SPI too this semester 🙂
LAST SEMESTER
I had just returned from the best Goa trip with my closest friends. We were finally free from most of the work of our PORs, and placements were done. We all were hanging out more freely with so much time.
I saw Shauryas putting so much effort into winning Galaxy, and trust me, the rally in front of Hall 3- Hall 5, and Hall 1 was my core memory. The talk of “jeetne de yaar ashi fir batayenge inhe” has now turned to singing the hall anthem to the loudest of our voices and the slang in front of the other halls. From our first year, all we had heard were jokes, such as “Galaxy pata bhi he kya hoti he?” “tumhara hall kuch karta bhi he ?” The fact is that Shauryas have risen more every year, and now they have comebacks every time someone says something against our hall. I witnessed very strong girls putting up with all the competition along with the misogyny they faced. Kudos to Ashi(The best president & pool captain this hall has witnessed), Sweta Shreya, Shruti, Sanskriti, Divyanshi, Sharvani, Komal, Anjali, and the rest of the senior batches who fought for it, and my juniors who worked for it. I loved the feminine energy of my hall and the happiest I am leaving seeing them winning – it was the first, but we all know not the last, and there is way more ahead. VEERA SADA TAYAAR HE <3
I would just say to the girls in hall 6 – I know you are busy with your lives, and there is a lot more, but if in any way you can contribute to the hall – just do it – your lives should just never be only about yourself, when you leave, you can bring an impact, a change and make something easier for the junior batches.
Even though I couldn’t accept myself as a chosen Coordie for the longest, my love for CS never reduced, because it was never a POR, but the place I looked up to, I felt I got a place that made me responsible that I could help so many. I am happy as I got to meet the 20 CTMs, the people I have learned from and who were my reason in 4th year to ever show up for CS, I scolded them when needed, we laughed together, and with so many meets over time, they ended up being the closest set of juniors at the campus. The funny part is that I was hall 5 Coordie XD. Nevertheless, they will be the piece of my heart that stays on campus .But the few things I just accepted by the end of the tenure –
- It was not that I was undeserving or a bad CTM, and I had to self-doubt myself – we have to learn that not every time someone says or forms an opinion about you is accurate; it can be biased, and people can be unfair, and also their ability to see through. Do YOU need to look deeper into yourself to see if that is true? You need to trust yourself more than others.
- I might not have ended up as the best coordinator – but I know I have proved that opinion about me to be wrong, about being the worst coordinator. My intention and effort have mattered more.
- I was not wrong in having my opinions and taking a stand about things in life. Instead, it was about having the guts and strength to speak up for things; that is the best and most loved part about me, and I have the strength to stay honest.
I met C4 wing in my 4th year, we had the best all-girls trip. C- mid-Hall 1 for being my favorite place – that made me happiest and where we had the most fun, where we had all the parties, night-outs, the never-ending mean jokes on each other, we would gather up in one room, and talk, signed up on stake and what not- I met Akhil, marri – my close friends first there and a lot of them – who I did not know earlier – kunal, bawri, Anurag, Saurabh, Anirudh, Nikhil. I had so much fun there with the people. C bot – where there was Yash, Surya, Gaurav, TG, Devyanshu, and one never-ending joke to pull my leg. I reconnected with a few people, and it just got better. Never can I imagine that we all are going to cry this much when we leave 🙂
Apart from that, no, the suffering had not stopped – I did lose one of my closest bonds on a very bad note, which I could never stop crying about almost every day – but this time, I did not lock myself in a room, instead I came out and asked my friends for help. I showed up at every single thing that happened in the last month because this time, I knew this pain would pass, but the moments here would not come back; crying in the room is not solving anything for me. Please Stop suffering alone and ask for help from your friends. Nothing gets solved, but it all improves when they make the worst jokes. You are not alone with the people who love you. Thank you, Yash, Gaurav, and Marri, for answering my never-ending crying texts and calls and bearing it all with me.
Though I have talked so much by now,
but please never stop having fun and memories in these four years, do fun – I will not talk about mine as I am yet to get my degree on convocation, be the sporting one to joke about your life happenings, do things apart from academics. Be out there, explore, and have those experiences. The mean jokes your friends will make about you are the funniest and just the facts (let’s accept it), there will be breakups in relationships and friendships, but don’t stop having either of them – life goes on, with or without whoever and whatever. trust me, over time, you will find your people. The people who will stick and never turn their backs towards you. These stupid humans will make your life easier. the best thing I’m taking away from this campus is their friendship, and this part of my life will be the best and the most treasured <3
There will always be struggles and problems; you will never figure it out all at once, but you need to learn how to get through it and never stop trying to figure it out. You will figure it out slowly but definitely. Move out from here with stories to tell, experience, and explore life, and learn from here before you enter the world outside. The things here really make you strong and a human ready to face it outside, you understand what you lagged, be it the good or bad ways, find yourself, and make your place here. yes, if you have made mistakes in the past that cannot be undone – you still have your future where you can work! 8 semesters is a long time, my friend.
And as they quote –
Your time on earth is limited. Don’t try to “age with grace”, age with mischief, audacity, and a good story to tell.
Signing off with a lot of experience and all the grades from A to F on my degree (Don’t fall for this and study hard, get good grades).
Written by: Deepanshi Maheshwari
Edited by: Yeva Gupta, Mayur Agrawal
Designed by: Sanyam Shivhare
