So, picture this: I stroll into M.S. Ramaiah pre-university college, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready for the academic fiesta. Little did I know, my seniors had a penchant for ragging, turning my freshman year into a recurring loop of chaotic initiation. It’s like they took programming logic way too seriously, stuck in a cycle without a darn break statement!
Now, in the land of camaraderie, a peculiar divide emerged – not the classic good, bad, and ugly, but rather the Hindi speakers vs. the rest. And there I was, awkwardly balancing on the edge like a lamb teetering on the frying pan, trying not to end up fried or charred – just your average student caught in the crossfire between management and mischief-makers.
Oh, and here’s the kicker – I never mustered the courage to tell anyone that my eyes were like stealthy ninjas with a visibility problem. Normal to the naked eye, but my reading abilities were in the dark. Those two years were a rollercoaster of embarrassment, navigating chemistry labs with a knack for creating unexpected explosions. No one wanted a seat next to mine – I was the lab’s resident pyrotechnician.
The pièce de résistance came during the final exam practicals, presenting my cockroach dissection. The examiner’s deadpan expression screamed, “I wanted mandibles and tracheae, not squashed sauce!” Phew, I somehow scraped through, proving that even a misplaced cockroach could be a stroke of genius.
Then came the degree college saga – eyesight playing hide-and-seek, and the struggle to explain it to friends and teachers who assumed I was scheming for freebie marks. Picture this: I’m bumping into people like a comedy movie character, and they think I’m just a walking punchline. During a Shakespearean drama reading, my textbook became an enigma, leaving me as puzzled as a cat in a laser show.
In one exam, my vision pulled a disappearing act right in the classroom. Tears welled up as I explained my predicament to the invigilator – she tried to read, but hey, even superheroes have their limits. My college life reached a point where I almost became roadkill, my eyes refusing to acknowledge an approaching car. Fed up, I threw in the academic towel, thinking my life had hit a dead end.
But, dear reader, fear not! Stay tuned for the riveting saga of how a seraphic force entered stage left, altering my worldview and helping me conquer my optical conundrum. The saga continues…
End of Chapter One.