So many inspirational stories have been written in Quora that I might not stand anywhere. My achievement in life is small but certainly I travelled a long way.
I come from a lower middle class muslim family with poorer relatives. My father worked as a technician in Hindalco Renukoot-a small town in UP. My father had big dreams for me. He wanted me to an engineer like most fathers. He did his ITI and was earning not enough to take care of educational expenses of all his children. We were 4 siblings(my younger brother and 2 sisters). I was eldest. Still I was studying in an expensive english school. My father would often borrow for my fee. As a student, I was weak in studies and almost 0 in other activities including sports.I did not know what IIT was when I was in 10th class. I managed to get 63% in CBSE board and was denied science because in my small town below 70% nobody gets to study science. I was shattered. I dreamt to be an engineer for my father.
I cried like hell that day. They put my list under commerce with maths. That day I wanted to run away from home. It was hard to face my father. I reached home very late at night.
My father was sad but consoled me. After 3 days I got the news that ppl with >68% in science and maths subject are being enrolled to science. I had 69% and got the chance. I was very happy and so was my father.
In 2 years of 11-12th I worked hard but never could understand much in physics and chemistry. I was below average in maths as well. I got my 12th result again as 63%. I celebrated my failure with smoking a ciggarete-the first one in life so far.
Like all students I decided to prepare for IIT entrance exam. I joined a coaching class in Allahabad. The fee was 7000/-. My father managed the fee. This was year 2000. The classes had already started a few weeks ago. On the first day I attended maths class and I did not understand much. Same with other classes. I did not go for 3 days and then again went to 4th day. Somebody asked me my ID card which was not issued to me yet. I told him. He asked for fee receipt which I had misplaced too. The guy insisted on coming with fee receipt next day. I came home and decided not to go to the coaching anymore. I wasted the entire coaching fee.
Life went on with spending all my money on ciggaretes and movies. My room mate did not attend the class either and kept visiting his GF in varanasi. I was mostly alone in my room. All day I would smoke and eat buiscuits in lunch and dinner.
The hard night
I came back to the Allahabad railway station at 1:30 after watching a movie. I was sitting there with a novel and my gold flake packets besides me. It was too late to go to my rented room since I had to knock the door and owner would shout at me. A police wallah came and asked me "Kidhar jaana hai?" I told him that I am spending the time here since it is too late and would leave by dawn. The police wallah moved his lathi swiftly and gave me a hard hit on my thighs. It was the first time I was hit by a police. It was painful. He abused me saying "Bhos*** ke tumhara theka le rakha hai"...I was surprised and just raised my hand to defend myself from another hit. But then he gave me a second one saying "bhaag yahan se"....Tears came from my eyes...and I started running. He called me and asked me to pick up the ciggarettes. When I did he hit me a third time. I took a rickshaw and went home. By morning my thighs were all red and swollen. The swelling and pain lasted for 3-4 days. I cried like a baby. I didn't know where my life was going.
The hardest night
It happened one night that me and my room mate were sleeping in the terrace. I woke up at 1:00 AM and felt the urge to pee. It was so urgent that I could not control and just started in a hole that I assumed to be connected by a pipe to the ground. Unfortunately it was just a hole that opened in some other terrace. Some ladies were sleeping on the other side of terrace and some drops went near them. They all screamed "Ya Allah Ye paani kahan se aa raha hai". I was like O GOD...I ran from there but by that time the whole muhallah was out....It was a muslim locality and ppl anyways never liked me because they always saw smoking-even in ramadan. I never fasted. It was a hard night. I locked myself in toilet and ppl kept showting from outside "Nikal bahar..." I did not open the door for 30 mins and they were gone. By morning, I left to my home town.
I spend 7 months in Allahabad on pretext of coaching and came back to home telling my parents that it is all done now.
The spend remaining days by self studying. I did not even fill the form of IIT. My father did not know it either. My father got all the forms-AMU, IIIT, UPTU etc. He was confident that his son will clear those exams and I was confident that I could never clear any of them.
He will force me to fill all good colleges application. I remember I was at MNNIT Allahabad in a room sitting to write the exam to admission in IIIT Allahabad. I father told me that it was a good college. I was surprised my MNNIT itself. It was a lovely campus and I was looking at those students-some of them having spects. For me they were some supernatural geeks which I can never be. I felt very sad. I tried a couple of questions and gave up. Instead i used my blade and wrote on the table "Oh GOD could I ever study in a college like MNNIT?" I was so demotivated that I never used to fill the OMR sheet fully.
Entrance results came out and as obvious I was not present in the list in any of them. Without letting my father know I even filled polytechnic exams. I could not even clear them. I tried getting B Sc in some local college of Allahabad univerity and failed there too.
I was without a admission. Somebody told me about a centre of BIT Mesra opened in Allahabad offering BCA. I filled the form. I was not sure of admission and 1 guy from my hometown studying in that college promised me admission if I gave him 20 000. My asked my dad for money and he denied. I cried and begged him. He gave me the money at last. The guy got me the admission though I later realised that I could have got the admission without paying the extra money.
A good calm life in graduation
I spent initial 1.5 years on learning programming. I then started preparing for MCA
of my own. I took private mhths tuition from a local teacher and also joined some test series. From a weak maths student I was a good maths student. Thanks to my tutor who was a gold medalist in maths from AU.
The first entrance I cleared was AMU, follwed by rank 12 in UPMCAT followed by 99.31 percentile in AIMCET coducted by IIT roorkee(now called NIMCET). I expected to clear JNU as well but was just short. I went to attend NIT warangal who denied me admission because I did not have final sem marksheet. I was in last year of graduation and results were yet to come. Finally I got admission to MNNIT Allahabad-the same college I once wrote those lines on desk.
That first day at MNNIT- I cried after a long time out of happiness. This was true happiness. I tried to find out from where the other students were from. Most were from prestigious science colleges of Delhi or BHU. I felt I was something too. It was same as how chris gartner felt when he got the job on the last day. It was my pursuit of happiness. My father was finally proud.
I work as a developer for one of the largest e commerce company of india and 7th year of my career earn a CTC of 24 lacs.I work with the best of the guys coming from IITs. This certainly may not be called an achievement by many but for me it certainly is.
I come from a lower middle class muslim family with poorer relatives. My father worked as a technician in Hindalco Renukoot-a small town in UP. My father had big dreams for me. He wanted me to an engineer like most fathers. He did his ITI and was earning not enough to take care of educational expenses of all his children. We were 4 siblings(my younger brother and 2 sisters). I was eldest. Still I was studying in an expensive english school. My father would often borrow for my fee. As a student, I was weak in studies and almost 0 in other activities including sports.I did not know what IIT was when I was in 10th class. I managed to get 63% in CBSE board and was denied science because in my small town below 70% nobody gets to study science. I was shattered. I dreamt to be an engineer for my father.
I cried like hell that day. They put my list under commerce with maths. That day I wanted to run away from home. It was hard to face my father. I reached home very late at night.
My father was sad but consoled me. After 3 days I got the news that ppl with >68% in science and maths subject are being enrolled to science. I had 69% and got the chance. I was very happy and so was my father.
In 2 years of 11-12th I worked hard but never could understand much in physics and chemistry. I was below average in maths as well. I got my 12th result again as 63%. I celebrated my failure with smoking a ciggarete-the first one in life so far.
Like all students I decided to prepare for IIT entrance exam. I joined a coaching class in Allahabad. The fee was 7000/-. My father managed the fee. This was year 2000. The classes had already started a few weeks ago. On the first day I attended maths class and I did not understand much. Same with other classes. I did not go for 3 days and then again went to 4th day. Somebody asked me my ID card which was not issued to me yet. I told him. He asked for fee receipt which I had misplaced too. The guy insisted on coming with fee receipt next day. I came home and decided not to go to the coaching anymore. I wasted the entire coaching fee.
Life went on with spending all my money on ciggaretes and movies. My room mate did not attend the class either and kept visiting his GF in varanasi. I was mostly alone in my room. All day I would smoke and eat buiscuits in lunch and dinner.
The hard night
I came back to the Allahabad railway station at 1:30 after watching a movie. I was sitting there with a novel and my gold flake packets besides me. It was too late to go to my rented room since I had to knock the door and owner would shout at me. A police wallah came and asked me "Kidhar jaana hai?" I told him that I am spending the time here since it is too late and would leave by dawn. The police wallah moved his lathi swiftly and gave me a hard hit on my thighs. It was the first time I was hit by a police. It was painful. He abused me saying "Bhos*** ke tumhara theka le rakha hai"...I was surprised and just raised my hand to defend myself from another hit. But then he gave me a second one saying "bhaag yahan se"....Tears came from my eyes...and I started running. He called me and asked me to pick up the ciggarettes. When I did he hit me a third time. I took a rickshaw and went home. By morning my thighs were all red and swollen. The swelling and pain lasted for 3-4 days. I cried like a baby. I didn't know where my life was going.
The hardest night
It happened one night that me and my room mate were sleeping in the terrace. I woke up at 1:00 AM and felt the urge to pee. It was so urgent that I could not control and just started in a hole that I assumed to be connected by a pipe to the ground. Unfortunately it was just a hole that opened in some other terrace. Some ladies were sleeping on the other side of terrace and some drops went near them. They all screamed "Ya Allah Ye paani kahan se aa raha hai". I was like O GOD...I ran from there but by that time the whole muhallah was out....It was a muslim locality and ppl anyways never liked me because they always saw smoking-even in ramadan. I never fasted. It was a hard night. I locked myself in toilet and ppl kept showting from outside "Nikal bahar..." I did not open the door for 30 mins and they were gone. By morning, I left to my home town.
I spend 7 months in Allahabad on pretext of coaching and came back to home telling my parents that it is all done now.
The spend remaining days by self studying. I did not even fill the form of IIT. My father did not know it either. My father got all the forms-AMU, IIIT, UPTU etc. He was confident that his son will clear those exams and I was confident that I could never clear any of them.
He will force me to fill all good colleges application. I remember I was at MNNIT Allahabad in a room sitting to write the exam to admission in IIIT Allahabad. I father told me that it was a good college. I was surprised my MNNIT itself. It was a lovely campus and I was looking at those students-some of them having spects. For me they were some supernatural geeks which I can never be. I felt very sad. I tried a couple of questions and gave up. Instead i used my blade and wrote on the table "Oh GOD could I ever study in a college like MNNIT?" I was so demotivated that I never used to fill the OMR sheet fully.
Entrance results came out and as obvious I was not present in the list in any of them. Without letting my father know I even filled polytechnic exams. I could not even clear them. I tried getting B Sc in some local college of Allahabad univerity and failed there too.
I was without a admission. Somebody told me about a centre of BIT Mesra opened in Allahabad offering BCA. I filled the form. I was not sure of admission and 1 guy from my hometown studying in that college promised me admission if I gave him 20 000. My asked my dad for money and he denied. I cried and begged him. He gave me the money at last. The guy got me the admission though I later realised that I could have got the admission without paying the extra money.
A good calm life in graduation
I spent initial 1.5 years on learning programming. I then started preparing for MCA
of my own. I took private mhths tuition from a local teacher and also joined some test series. From a weak maths student I was a good maths student. Thanks to my tutor who was a gold medalist in maths from AU.
The first entrance I cleared was AMU, follwed by rank 12 in UPMCAT followed by 99.31 percentile in AIMCET coducted by IIT roorkee(now called NIMCET). I expected to clear JNU as well but was just short. I went to attend NIT warangal who denied me admission because I did not have final sem marksheet. I was in last year of graduation and results were yet to come. Finally I got admission to MNNIT Allahabad-the same college I once wrote those lines on desk.
That first day at MNNIT- I cried after a long time out of happiness. This was true happiness. I tried to find out from where the other students were from. Most were from prestigious science colleges of Delhi or BHU. I felt I was something too. It was same as how chris gartner felt when he got the job on the last day. It was my pursuit of happiness. My father was finally proud.
I work as a developer for one of the largest e commerce company of india and 7th year of my career earn a CTC of 24 lacs.I work with the best of the guys coming from IITs. This certainly may not be called an achievement by many but for me it certainly is.
