Journalism Hons.

Every person has a story to tell; as people say 'life is a lesson', it can also be viewed as a rollercoaster journey towards achieving our dreams. And it is totally mysterious, no person would have any clue about the events that would take place in his or her life or the reasons for it. When we go through tough phases in our short span of career and life, we look above and find the Almighty smiling at us; when we go through happy and successful phases, we again find Him smiling at us exactly the same way, and then we find the answer-everything in this world happens for good.
Personally, I feel my life has been a largely violent joyride, overwhelming me with omens to realise my dreams(although it may seem quite far-fetched). Unlike others, I hardly knew where my future lay till about a month ago.

My greatly dreaded board exam results were a rude shock to everyone, though I had anticipated this. What troubled me most was the reaction of my supposed well-wishers, for whom success is almost the only criteria of judgement-normally success in academics. All of them expected a lot from me, so for them it was kind of an anti-climax. They weren't frank with their perceptions and largely tried to console without being able to say that their opinion about me had changed. My life fell into turbulence and turmoil soon after, when the cut-offs in my dream colleges soared, and I wasn't able to make up my mind about what undergraduate course I'd pursue.

However, I always knew that everyone on this planet is uniquely special and has one's own place. I had by now understood that I was made for Arts; with such horrible result and with the abolishment of entrance tests for the english hons. course, I was in a terrible fix. When I explored more options, I found out about the entrance tests for journalism hons. There was only one college in which I could effectively apply-out of five colleges in Delhi University offering this as an undergraduate course, three were girls' colleges and one other was too far way from my residence. I applied for DCAC and prayed and hoped that I would be through, for this was the best option for boys. On the day of the entrance test, my eyes popped out of my sockets when looked at the count of candidates-465. There was vacancy for only 20.

Results were declared the same day-I was overjoyed to read my name among the 90 selected for interview. I ate, drank and slept interviews after that, till the d-day arrived. Honestly, I think I was able to express myself really well, and the jury seemed to be impressed- I couldn't help leave a philosophical touch in all my answers and statements(which may or may not have worked in my favour). I was so sure this time that I would get through, but my name wasn't in the initial list. I was asking myself and the stars what went wrong.

I had read one of my Orkut predictions-'Pleasant surprise is in store for you' a few months ago. That surprise came in the form of a letter two weeks ago that informed me about my selection.

In Journalism Hons. at DCAC, I have my rightful place among the so called elites of the college. The college is supposed to have got its reputation largely on the basis of this course, so being a Journo student is prestigious. Now I know that I've entered the right doorway since I've got like-minded students as my classmates-peaceful, friendly and matured; and coupled with the fact that I now have a base to achieve heights in the profession which suits me, its like a dream come true. But over the past few months, I've had lots of ups and downs-in fact, more of downs..so I really do have an idea of the stampedes for admissions and the repurcussions an unsatisfactory Board result may have in a student's career.

I have long been an admirer of people with good values and beautiful minds, regardless of whether they have achieved worldly successes. And I wish I could teach this to people..and well-wishers...