Heart Break Kid

It is quite extraordinary to admit that the most difficult part of writing an article is how to begin. And while I write this, I suddenly realize that I am wrong! However, when I try to maneuver on the right track, I am back where I began. I wish to be distinctly unique with anything I do, and this most suitably applies to my experiments with converting thoughts into words. This is the general case with almost every kid who somehow manages, to become an engineer. Engineers are so unique! :P
The benchmark to begin with is the neighbor’s son or a distant relative or some random geek employed in a multinational company. The first goal- specific, measurable, achievable, realistic and time-bound, for some, is to secure the first rank, for some others, a merit position and for the rest, a decent 80 percent in the 10th standard board examination. Kids are told, or somehow manage to find out, that this examination happens to hold the key to their future. And just one year of hard work can make or break their career.

Ok. The kid goes through the thing. He scores a 92 percent and a stamp size photograph of his features in the local daily newspaper. The kid, and in some cases even the parents realize, that he was worthy enough for a 95 percent and the front page full body photograph. Now this is the same kid who goes on dabbling and yammering to his less fortunate friends and their obsequious parents, the schools and courses that are the best in offing, given the trends in industry and based on the feedback from his very successful brother working in the United States, who gets for him a cap and a shirt occasionally, and a packet of chocolates every time he visits India. The kid gets an admission in the most sought school, which is decided by the choice of the majority before him. With the glorious company of erudite scholars and rocket scientists in the making, it is difficult for the kid to keep to himself the feelings of ecstasy. So, he takes his bicycle and goes hunting. Most obviously, the first place he visits is the place of his friend who has scored less than him. While he is appreciated by the parents of the less fortunate kid, he seeks solace in the despondent expression on his friend’s face. Now the friend, and his parents, not ready to leave any stone unturned, somehow use their ‘contacts’, pay some money and arrange an admission into the same school. This spells disaster for the first kid who is by now convinced of the fact that his parents are worthless. He sits dejected and remembers the time when he used to make plans for his better life after the 10th board examination. He then realizes, it isn’t so much fun as he had expected. Anyhow, life goes on.

The fairer sex is a complicated phenomenon that he sets out to deal with. The very presence of a girl close enough to be able to smell her, freezes his sputum and transforms his cerebral material into cauliflower. Unperturbed by the crisis, he envisions a bold self of him, two years hence. Meanwhile, the IIT/AIEEE tuition scene is a happening, as happening as any Spielberg movie. The happiest moments for this kid are those when he outshines in the class, features around the expected toppers and when he is the only one able to crack a complicated problem. At last, the season ends. He again gets something and calculates that he could have done better. Now the only two options that this kid and his family have in life are:

1) Admission into an engineering institute this year or

2) Drop this year. Admission into a better engineering institute next year.

Ok. Now he calculates the probability of his getting a better choice next year, the available choices for tuitions in Kota and Hyderabad, the investment and the opportunity cost. Late after-dinner discussions and intensive consultations with experts lead the kid and his parents to a decision to opt for an institute. Now the billion dollar question is: Which college? Which branch? This requires an in-depth analysis of ‘the placement scene in the college’ and the ‘scope of the branch’. The list of experts summoned and approached for reaching a conclusion are old professors staying in the neighborhood, relatives working in the US, friends going into an IIT and senior students, both specifically chosen and randomly sampled.

Ok. The admission is done. Now the content may vary, but the process is similar for almost everyone.
(Now, below I write only for a few like me.)
Four years, if the kid is fortunate, pass, and an engineer is created. This kid doesn’t buy textbooks, notebooks or a bathing soap ever (not me, but a majority). The number of hours he studies for examinations is directly proportional to the number of examinations he writes, the proportionality constant being very close to one. The toppers happen to have this greater than one and the majority, less, but very close to one in both the cases. He is placed in a company at a round of campus interviews and there are parties thrown for even the bleak acquaintances. Four years of engineering are a celebration and reward of the hard work put in before. The initial torture of giving up things weighs against any justification for class bunks, phone bills, petrol, girl-spending that couldn’t fetch anything worthwhile, low scores, tapri sittings, cricket, smokes, booze and college fests. People, who care and bother to remember those times after six months, are the few who cherish their four years of engineering. I am sure there is a big number, including this kid in the narrative. Now this kid, after a long slumber, suddenly realizes that he is independent. Technically speaking, if I quantify by comparing scores, (I am an engineer. Scientific temperament and not blood runs through my veins! :P ) a kid learns so much in the first four years of his life and so little in his four years of engineering! Even then, given any amount of freedom to choose from every available option in this world to pursue higher education, or even doing away with it for the sake of doing ‘what you always wanted to do’, I do believe, that it is these four years that teach you to have a true sense of belonging for a bunch of people and if not anything else, make you what you always wanted to become- independent.