Ekendra's ant colony optimization: A year delayed blog posting, satisfaction from words
Life's where it wants you to be, so know what life really is, this is quite a deviation from http://ekendra.blogspot.com
Shall it matter if I say freedom or justice?
Do not get worried simply by any hoax or whatsoever it may be? After a long time, to reveal the truth precisely, after 2 and a half year after high school I am joining an Engineering Program to excel, is it a word of my choice or, BE Electronics and Communication, a 4-year Bachelor level program. A humanoid robot, sound a great project at all but let's see the time…
A brief intro about lost 2 and a half year:
Though born in a middle class family, I never concentrated on this aspect as my parents are always here ready to do their child. Marks did matter. Nepotism and favoritism compelled me leave my previous high school revealing all my marks and brain to be fake on their court of injustice.
High school was a great thing for me in the context of learning but friends they will come on or I shall follow them; and I am great I have friends like you who are soon going to be my ultimate friend.
A good mark means a doctor in our world. Never again is any scholar going to be convinced of it. Even my dad, uncles and utmost important friends or relatives, all lauded the title Dr. Eventually; I have to fight for a seat for my medical entrance, exactly an MBBS typo.
Some times at the beginning I gave up my personal wishes and thoughts, no body listened me too. I was a mad in my world. I tried best for my parents who were to aping those nearers' children's success. It was always just a matter of few marks that I could not get thru any entrances. Now, I see none of my fellow colleagues with me; certainly I am the most backed and a type of it.
Those friends who excelled at computer programming, management or other technical fields too gave up their real world interests for putting a Dr in front of their name, I am cent per cent sure that most of my mates actually did not want to be doctors but circumstances ruled.
I ensure you that I may not tell all this simply because I did not became a Doctor. How came it?
At those later days ie after giving some 2 dozen entrance examinations, I fade up of it. I read for my dad, not for me and it did not worked too. Have a remainder that my parents are a fateist [sorry I do not know the exact word for those who believe in luck at all], believed that I shall succeed after 22 years of age but see my poor face with no glamour, what can I count upon for it?
Still they are forcing me to fill up another form though my classes for engineering have already commenced. I am obliged not to go ahead today my tears do not permit me for this.
See ya later my friends.
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