Yesterday, we finally got over with all our dreaded exams of the second year of B.Com (Hons) course. For us, it was like a Herculean task; studying continuously for a month for the numerous tough papers and also, trying best to keep our mental state intact! Adding to the misery was that almost all my hostel fellas had gotten over with their course exams in about half the time and were back home enjoying themselves and here we were, trying to keep cool amid the torturous Delhi heat.
Our seniors had said that second year is the toughest phase of college life! Now, we can truly relate to that 😀
So, after the milestone exam, the force of freedom was gushing and we felt like crazily unbound from shackles after a long time of forcing ourselves into books and sleep deficits! We spent hours making plans of what all was to be done in the subsequent few days. We were over excited, in short.
But when we were in this stage of hyper-elation, I got the news about the sad demise of a relative. Suddenly, I crashed down to reality. It was like almost simultaneously there were reasons to be happy and sad!
Life can be so uncertain. One never knows what’s next. All that we can do is be genuinely grateful for all the fortunate occasions. While we are in smiles, someone somewhere is in tears and ALSO, when we are in tears, there is something positive happening in some corner of the world (Remember the Coca Cola Commercial – Reasons to Believe/ Ummeedo Waali Dhoop? Check them out at the bottom of the post. Both versions are slightly different).
So, all we can do is try to be stable and composed, at all times, and make the best of what life offers, however be it.
At such instances, I am often clouded by the things we studied in school, especially, the languages. There was a famous poem we had read, reflecting this very thought.
My friend helped me recollect -“If” by Rudyard Kipling!
Now, I realized its beauty! Following are only few lines taken from the poem. Do read the complete one. It is wondrous!
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!