Well, the first Semester results were declared yesterday. I scored 8.23. Part of me wanted to take a victory dance. Part of me wanted to blog about the result and brag about it. Part of me regretted that I could have done better. Part of me was satisfied of the fact that I was the second highest scorer among my friends. Part of me was unhappy that I wasn't the highest. Part of me was frightened by the fact that a new semester has started and I'll have to give more exams. Part of me was excited about learning new things in the new semester. Although, that was a really, really small part. Part of me just wanted to forget everything and just hang out with friends. Part of me was exhausted of studying and giving exams, and was cursing the education system. Well, whatever I do, I can't change my result. It is too late, now.
Now there's a part of me that has slowly begun to get over it. And also a part that still regrets about it. There's a part of me that is exhausted by the part that worries too much. And that's the part of me that wants me to have fun. And there's yet another part of me that still thinks I should have dropped a year and had given another attempt at JEE. A part of me thinks that I wouldn't be writing this, if I did that. A part of me agrees with that part and believes that everything happens for the best, and that I should be satisfied with all I have.
Reading this for the second time, part of me has started to doubt if I have been drinking too much, lately.
