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Break Free & Fly High

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I’m super excited to be participating in the ‘Dare-a-thon‘organized by ‘The Momsteins’. It is an absolute honour to be one of the participants along with 28 amazing bloggers.

The reason I chose this to be my first ever blog post is because DARE is one word that I relate myself completely to and defines a lot of my current being and the stories can be many, but where did it all start?

The Beginning!!

There is a time in every student’s life when they finally survive through class X and the big question of what next stands in front of them.

I had that time too and being an engineer’s daughter, there was no doubt in my mind, I wanted to be an engineer. (Don’t ask why? Which engineer? Only be an engineer). Engineer during those day meant IIT & only IIT, NITs were a second best choice and the private colleges had started booming and were being looked down upon. So the only way was to start with those IIT coachings

Science- Maths happened, Super esteemed IIT coachings happened and a realisation happened too very soon, I am not made for IIT, I can’t cope up and can’t study.

Dare to Say NO!!

Now the biggest challenge was to speak to my dad about it who at that time was sure that his daughter is a born IITian (not his fault, every father thinks that). Anyways cutting a long story short daddy dear got a shock of his life, I stopped going to those horrid IIT coachings and finally did pass class XII with respectable marks. Obviously, the entrance exams didn’t go that well, but lets not talk about it, its all DONE and DUSTED well in the PAST.

THE BREAKTHROUGH!!

I got through an integrated MBA-Engineering course in NMIMS(Narsee Monjee Institute of Management Studies), Mumbai. That was the only good thing on hand and getting a MBA in 5 years, YIPPPEEEEE!!!

And here was the DARE, standing right there staring straight at my face, without a blink.

The chubby little over protected girl who had her mom fighting with the bus driver to get her a fixed window bus seat because kids won’t let sit with them as she would occupy more space, had to go to MUMBAI all alone.

A plethora of emotions twirling in, MUMBAI….. the city of dreams, the city that never sleeps, the fashion capital of India and to top that all, the city of BOLLYWOOD (there was a chance to meet SRK). All I knew then was, I was going away from home, and very very far away, in a place completely unknown, amongst the people totally unknown and to top it all, the fear of not being accepted, the fear of body shaming.

The little girl in me was scared to death, but the brave faced teenager was super excited to go to a new city, explore the new ways of living and find a new dimension to herself. (More about my tryst with the MAXIMUM CITY later)

The day arrived and the brave faced teenager looked at Mom, Dad & Bhai and there they were standing tall with an ever comforting smile, if it wasn’t for them, it wouldn’t have been possible to Dare to Break Free and fly away in the vast skies of opportunity and achievements.

This post is a part of Dare-a-thon series hosted by the Super Momsteins.

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I would like to thank Sweta from cloudandsunshine for introducing me. Go through her journey of parenthood and learning on how to keep it real.

I would also like to introduce you to Amrita Mallik from withloveamrita.wordpress.com. She is brutally honest in her writings.

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8 thoughts on “Break Free & Fly High”

  1. I remember the time I left the best and went to the hostel after my 12th grade. I was ecstatic. I always wanted to be independent but it is only after one leaves gone that we realise What a daring situation we are in.
    Loved your write up…It was very honest.

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  2. So beautifully written. Keep up the spirit and good work. And always remember “Out of difficulties grow miracles”. Best to you🌷

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