Mission Accomplished

It was the day for which I was waiting eagerly; I landed in Bangalore with high expectation, enthusiasm, and great hope of achieving my goal of becoming a Naval Officer. I was waiting to see that feeling of conquer in my father’s eyes and proud for me by seeing me in Naval Officer’s White Uniform; just one special moment to have some rank with my name and golden stripes on my shoulder drove me crazy always.

Main headache was “Screen In” as I know that I am not intelligent but I am average and my Non Verbal reasoning is not that much good but fortunately I screened In. Out of 99 we 40 girls screened In. Fun days started here, it was like my Gurukul Days had come back. I don’t remember how Neha, Karuna, Rachita and I became friends but those were fantastic moments to be together. Neha very sweet girl, Karuna always in Laughing Mode and Rachita very thoughtful girl and we are good friends. I never knew that on most awaiting days I would meet most memorable friends in such a strange way. We shared all the funny moments and our experiences of Ground tasks. Even though we were in different groups, experiences were same. Especially in snake race we forgot that we are girls and climbed all the obstacles by taking our group members together. It was a great experience of working in group.

After all those sweet days, a day came - Conference Day. The Day of Judgment (Judgment of our attitude, personality) the day of result the day which had decided our path and the day which brought smile on few faces and tears in some eyes. We all dressed well for Conference and took our luggage to assemble at reception. One by one we attended our conference like facing some strong winds of questions and anyhow we tried to climb those mountains. Finally result declared by a Lady Officer and we all came in blues. Suddenly fun turned in sorrow. It was like we were broken pieces of glass lying carelessly on road, a dried leaf of tree just going in the direction of winds rather than facing it, a drop of water on plain surface and disappeared within a second due to sun heat, a cuticle which was removed brutally.

After 8 days, still the thought is not leaving me, in my dreams also I’m grudging. Initially there was no hope left and felt like life had ended but oxygen is there in air to breath and yet my heart is able to pump the blood in my body, water is there to drink and so life has to go on. I’m trying to come back on routine State Highway No. 25 journey which I hated the most, feeling clumsy in this uniform which I thought would never wear again after my Bangalore trip and adjusting amongst Second Handers.

I received an email from Nilu stating Thought for the day “Always pick up something, whenever you fall”. And I went back to my first professional failure; I recollected all the memories by burying died seeds. I realized it was fantastic and adventurous experience. The most important thing is that I got good friends with whom I built a museum of sweetest memories and floated a Tear River on their shoulder. Those were the days which gifted me love, care and relations for the life time. All these I can never purchase by being professional purchaser but Almighty gave great opportunity to rejoice and my Gurukul days. It was the most memorable period of my life. I would say I accomplished my Mission, I achieved Success.