The title here seems to be a rather funny one, you may think that it took me a decade, a decade of sheer struggle to get me a bachelor's degree. As a matter of facts I am still not a graduate, I am waiting for my result, but I am pretty much sure that with God's grace I will do it this time.
The story here is about this journey which I started in 2003, the destination of this quest was to attain an undergraduate degree in any field. It all started when I failed my Intermediate exams and I had to appear in a resit exam in more than three subjects.
I gave the resit exams half-heartedly, and I was sure that I wont be able to get passed in them, but my parents they were quite sure that their child is a brilliant lad and he will get through without any problem. They inducted me in a computing institute to achieve a degree of "Software Engineering" in the city of Lahore. I somehow hesitated to join it, because I was the only one in the world who knew that its impossible for me to pass my intermediate exams and the aftermath would be that I would be thrown out of my bachelors program. But parents, they are sometimes stiff. I packed up my bags and left for Lahore, the university was the same place where my elder brother was doing the same degree.
Things started good, the new place proved to be a good one and the new field was even better. I had some great interest in software stuff. But there were times when I used to get depressed, those times were when I thought of what would happen when my result will get announced? I have a power, the power to block the painful unnecessary things from my mind, so I sort of crushed the thought of the painful future.
I left this writing this blog while waiting for my result, and today i am a gradute by the grace of God.
So the story continues, I blocked the painful past and closed my eyes from the unforeseeable future just to emphasize on the present. I did good in the first few semesters, but then fate came in the way, the lahore campus of my university was permenently closed and all the people studying there were given the option to transfer their credits to the karachi campus, so me along with twenty other students transfered to karachi.
Things were different in Karachi, I studied less and wasted more, I wont go in all the details of my life in karachi because it is a rather sensitive issue. One day my director informed me for the third consective time that my attendence is short and she cannot let me appear in my exams, I decided at that moment that I wont study and live in karachi anymore.
I left karachi and came back to rawalpindi, decided within myself to start a new life. After wasting a year I took admission in Iqra university to study fashion designing. I didnt know jackshit about fashion designing, but it was an interesting field, I did good in the start but gradually once again I got somehow lost and after completing just fifteen subjects in four years I departed.
I decided to apear privately in BA from punjab university, I had quite a lot of time to study and get myself good grades but rather I started to study just three days before my exams, studied a lot during my exams and got myself a bachalors degree.
This struggle was quite a long one made me take a round trip of Pakistan. standing here right now thinking of what i have learned from all these years of suffering, I realize that my miseries made me the man I am today, good or bad, wise or dumb, it doesnt matter. What matters is that I was struggling to achieve what I was already destined for..
