Arnav had almost started to believe that he was destined to travel to one obscure corner of Delhi (read Bawana) for his Engineering Education until “that” happened. I have this fetish for using the word “that”. Now this “that” is not “that”. The actual “that” will come much later. “That” apart, let’s move on with the story.
One late October evening, while Arnav was busy preparing for a dreadful Engineering Drawing exam scheduled the next morning, a phone call from a friend made his day or rather evening. The day had already been lost in Pursuit of Engineering Designs and Drawings. Without wasting a minute more, leaving the “Isometric Projections” chapter unfinished; Arnav reached out for his car keys. No, Arnav was not going out for a drive after a long drawn battle with drafters , dividers and scales amongst other instruments; Exactly a kilometre and 200 metres away, Arnav’s fate had been put up on a rickety dusty notice board. In no time, Arnav was at NSIT, searching for the notice board. The final admissions list had been put up and Arnav had been upgraded to a course at NSIT. Arnav was now one among Netaji’s boys. “Wow”, Arnav said aloud – The idea of not having to travel the entire length of Delhi, each day for the next 4 years of his life, in the ever crowded Bahari Mudrikas made Arnav feel ecstatic.
Arnav engineered plans and drew and sketched dreams all night, and the book on engineering graphics was not read further. The unfinished chapter on Isometric Projections did haunt him the next day, but Arnav had just been too happy to worry about materialistic pursuits of the like of examination score.
The next 3.5 years were to be life changing.
To be continued...
One late October evening, while Arnav was busy preparing for a dreadful Engineering Drawing exam scheduled the next morning, a phone call from a friend made his day or rather evening. The day had already been lost in Pursuit of Engineering Designs and Drawings. Without wasting a minute more, leaving the “Isometric Projections” chapter unfinished; Arnav reached out for his car keys. No, Arnav was not going out for a drive after a long drawn battle with drafters , dividers and scales amongst other instruments; Exactly a kilometre and 200 metres away, Arnav’s fate had been put up on a rickety dusty notice board. In no time, Arnav was at NSIT, searching for the notice board. The final admissions list had been put up and Arnav had been upgraded to a course at NSIT. Arnav was now one among Netaji’s boys. “Wow”, Arnav said aloud – The idea of not having to travel the entire length of Delhi, each day for the next 4 years of his life, in the ever crowded Bahari Mudrikas made Arnav feel ecstatic.
Arnav engineered plans and drew and sketched dreams all night, and the book on engineering graphics was not read further. The unfinished chapter on Isometric Projections did haunt him the next day, but Arnav had just been too happy to worry about materialistic pursuits of the like of examination score.
The next 3.5 years were to be life changing.
To be continued...
