It rained yesterday. I'm not talking about the tickle-your-face drizzle, but a loud, lightning-ridden, heavy downpour. It was a marvelous show of nature's furious beauty, inaugurating the monsoon season.
We won't be experiencing much of Delhi's rains for long. This weekend I opened the list of MSW candidates who cleared the exam at Delhi University. I didn't see my name. I must have checked it at least five more times, hoping 'Pragya Bhagat' was hidden in an unnoticed corner. I didn't see my name. Hence, our Kheda experience will resume on Thursday.
It was disappointing, but not surprising. Next time, I'll know what to expect. Next time, I'll study harder. I forced positivity into my thoughts. Of course, I had wanted to clear the exam. The prospect of going back to school had excited me tremendously. But it didn't happen, not this time. In many ways, this experience was a wake-up call. Three weeks of studying prior to the exam was not enough. I underestimated the number of MSW applicants, and overestimated my knowledge.
I have five months to beef up my mental muscle. Come TISS's exam, I want to feel overprepared. Instead of musing on my rejection, I want to focus on my future acceptance. As writer Anthony J. D'Angelo said, "