First of all, I got through the first round of the TISS entrance. Yay! TISS was like this undoable, unattainable (yes, I don’t trust myself too much) place. And now I have a chance to be there. It’s awesome. Basically, the next step entails having to go to Mumbai (where TISS is located) for the interview and all. My friends and I are actually more excited about having a fun holiday in Mumbai before and after the much-famed torturous interview.
Now, once again, I find myself faced with a question which has been an essential and nagging part of my life for quite a few years now. What exactly do I want to be doing for the rest of my life? Do I want to get into the corporate sector? Do I want to remain in academics and become a Professor (how cool does that sound?!)? Am I interested in going into Social Work (the course I got through at TISS)? What do I want to do? And more importantly, by doing what right now, will I be able to make a career which I will love for my coming life? It’s a tough choice.
And I just can’t seem to decide.
Robert Frost’s beautiful poem makes more and more sense with every passing day.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.