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Retrospection

Hello everyone. Today that I have decided to blog, let's talk a little bit about retrospection. Retrospection as per the dictionary means memory for experiences that are past. Yes, this is sort of true. In my case, I have a different retrospection to share with all of you.

Let's begin by taking you back to day one of a student's college life. A very innocent person comes from a distant land and lands up in this place to do his masters. Fine enough, good, enjoyable. Little did he realizes that what a fool he is. Fool because he doesn't understand the meaning of the word masters. Masters does not mean gaining mastery over one thing, it means acquiring mastery over all the aspects of management. Great, its good. Life starts for him in a theater of a class with a million odd students whom he doesn't in any form seem to know. He tries to grasp the teachings of the professors and one mishap by mistake seems to happen, he is caught sleeping in class. Then he is tormented by professors and senors like hell who feel that he is a very bad person, not interested in studies, likes sleeping a lot and is a nuisance for everyone.

Here, I will take a break and tell you what now happened. The student starts feeling bad, feels that the world is bad, and is angry at himself, as well as others. He's angry at himself for not being able to control sleep and angry at others because they are castigating him, little did he realize the true cause behind their concerns. Time passes, he messes up with studies, seniors, batch-mates and himself as well. The result, poor performance seems inevitable.

But, now the student wants good things to happen. He decides that he will change, focus on studies the more when he gets to take up his favorite specialization. He starts, goes up to a certain level but, starts failing again. Thus, bad memories get created. Slowly, everything turns worse and the placement season approaches, where he sees his friends getting placed and himself not qualifying the interviews, he is shattered. Now, he wishes to change everything, and gears up to study and succeed in life at a more rapid pace than what he was doing earlier. He has started studying hard, wish him luck so that he gets placed and in future his retrospection be good and not worse like what it is right now.


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