case of sour grapes, ‘you’ would say

I am happy that I didn’t make it to medicine. Spent a few years chasing that dream which did not materialise. It had upset me a lot in the beginning. Upset would be a very mild word.

It hits me on the face every time I think about it. It takes the life out of me. It is one of my personal, untamed demons that someday I will learn to battle. But I am digressing here.

So as I was saying, now, I am quite satisfied that I didn’t get short-listed for being one of those medicos. Instead, to vent out my frustration at not having got through, I decided to forsake Science altogether. It was my way of saying, Screw you (quite obviously, Science didn’t get it, I am sure). It was also my way of punishing myself for not having made it.

And here I am after half a decade post that debacle. And i am so happy that I made the choices that i did. Glad that I decided to stick to words & did not venture into the slightly unfamiliar territory of numbers. Glad that i took up journalism; it opened the world of options for me. Glad that I gave up on the dream when i did. It is better to quit sometimes. You end up saving your sanity.