First, a background
Maybe I should have given a background to myself before sharing that "sought after insight" about dreams and actions.
I often used to wonder if I was allowed to dream or not!!!
Especially having the sense of belonging from an economically underprivileged background, that too in a respectful but politically scrutinized underdeveloped nation, I always felt that the future was fiercely competitive and in some way I have to prepare for a world which was already biased towards undeveloped minds. I should say, I have paved my way to the present circumstances of my being (working for an MNC after Graduation) despite the background I am from.
Also, the whole point of sharing my background is not to brag about being a squire to knight story, but to give hope to other dreamers. That it is possible! Through preparation and persistence and a dream, you can change things for yourself.
( That might have sounded even more motivating had I achieved even more for humanity! But hey, a blue rose in a garden might be precious in itself but a lotus that can bloom in the dirties of ponds and whose seeds can survive long droughts are pretty awesome too ! )
Beginning with my birth in a very low-income family supported by my Grandmother and my late grandfather's pension ( Not even my parents!), I learnt in early childhood how growing up fast was not one's choice but the conditions one is born into.
Though I feel proud ( and often cocky) to call myself the hardest worker in the room!, I have never boasted to be gifted in any way.
My schooling was done in a very small government school that by some foreign individual sponsors' virtue had English in its curriculum. You could also say having seen some foreigners there i'd realized that the world is 'bigger than my picture.'
By the time I finished my high school, I'd worked hard from near zero understanding of English to finishing school in the top ranks, and then finishing high school ( all courses English ) with grades and attitude enough to get me to the best business University of the nation ranking first in the SAT type admission test. ( the younger me would have hard time believing id reach so far)
I ran into a lot of turmoil before I actually got to join the classes there because although I had increased my contentability, the harsh reality of my context was still the same. I remember having to work two jobs for the tuition fees and also to pay the loan i'd gathered for during the admissions.
I had duality of everything at that point of time.
Duality of reality; as my classroom were more lavish and decorated than my rented apartment house, duality of circle of friends; as some were the goons and out of the box childhood friends from the lowly area of town i lived in and the others from the highly reputed and beaurocratic management university of the country with dreams and ambitions and funding for those coming in as heir rights.
Then there at some point was the duality of education where i would attend two universities one for Art and the other for Management. There I found even drastic differences in people and their mindsets. I would like to point out that getting into the art school was one of the best things i did in my life and has directed me towards 'happiness over success' philosophy i withstand today.
I often recalled at times how I was the odd one in both the places and friends. I strived in both.
As earthquake hit, i was hit.
I had the business understanding enabling me to run two small online ventures which were doing well given that i had no investment into them (clothing and merchs related). But since the economy had halted, I had to pull off menial jobs of demolition and even sanitary plumbing for the survival of my family in the harshest of times.
The instance I remember the most!
My best friend, then studying in India had come to Nepal and was having a get together time with her peers. She'd called me but I was behind the same restaurant clearing out the sewage system. That was the moment i felt maybe my hardwork was all in vain.
I often used to wonder if I was allowed to dream or not!!!
Especially having the sense of belonging from an economically underprivileged background, that too in a respectful but politically scrutinized underdeveloped nation, I always felt that the future was fiercely competitive and in some way I have to prepare for a world which was already biased towards undeveloped minds. I should say, I have paved my way to the present circumstances of my being (working for an MNC after Graduation) despite the background I am from.
Also, the whole point of sharing my background is not to brag about being a squire to knight story, but to give hope to other dreamers. That it is possible! Through preparation and persistence and a dream, you can change things for yourself.
( That might have sounded even more motivating had I achieved even more for humanity! But hey, a blue rose in a garden might be precious in itself but a lotus that can bloom in the dirties of ponds and whose seeds can survive long droughts are pretty awesome too ! )
Beginning with my birth in a very low-income family supported by my Grandmother and my late grandfather's pension ( Not even my parents!), I learnt in early childhood how growing up fast was not one's choice but the conditions one is born into.
Though I feel proud ( and often cocky) to call myself the hardest worker in the room!, I have never boasted to be gifted in any way.
My schooling was done in a very small government school that by some foreign individual sponsors' virtue had English in its curriculum. You could also say having seen some foreigners there i'd realized that the world is 'bigger than my picture.'
By the time I finished my high school, I'd worked hard from near zero understanding of English to finishing school in the top ranks, and then finishing high school ( all courses English ) with grades and attitude enough to get me to the best business University of the nation ranking first in the SAT type admission test. ( the younger me would have hard time believing id reach so far)
I ran into a lot of turmoil before I actually got to join the classes there because although I had increased my contentability, the harsh reality of my context was still the same. I remember having to work two jobs for the tuition fees and also to pay the loan i'd gathered for during the admissions.
I had duality of everything at that point of time.
Duality of reality; as my classroom were more lavish and decorated than my rented apartment house, duality of circle of friends; as some were the goons and out of the box childhood friends from the lowly area of town i lived in and the others from the highly reputed and beaurocratic management university of the country with dreams and ambitions and funding for those coming in as heir rights.
Then there at some point was the duality of education where i would attend two universities one for Art and the other for Management. There I found even drastic differences in people and their mindsets. I would like to point out that getting into the art school was one of the best things i did in my life and has directed me towards 'happiness over success' philosophy i withstand today.
I often recalled at times how I was the odd one in both the places and friends. I strived in both.
As earthquake hit, i was hit.
I had the business understanding enabling me to run two small online ventures which were doing well given that i had no investment into them (clothing and merchs related). But since the economy had halted, I had to pull off menial jobs of demolition and even sanitary plumbing for the survival of my family in the harshest of times.
The instance I remember the most!
My best friend, then studying in India had come to Nepal and was having a get together time with her peers. She'd called me but I was behind the same restaurant clearing out the sewage system. That was the moment i felt maybe my hardwork was all in vain.
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