Was Bound To Come | Creative Nonfiction

Since my childhood, I have grown up with a great interest in technology-related stuff. When I was in class six, I got my first computer. I didn't get lots of mobile phones to use because of a few restrictions, but it didn't lower my interest by any means. I still remember the school holidays and short trips to my grandparent's house. One of my uncles had a java phone with an internet connection.

Let me tell you a funny story; at that time, I wasn't aware of purchasing data packs ( I guess the term is the same for you guys, it's the limited package of MB to access the internet); otherwise, the sim company would use the main balance(pay as you go) and which is very pricey, 2x, 3x of the actual data packs. So I used to download games and eat all the balances when my uncle wasn't around. He doesn't understand much about this stuff so he would curse the sim company for a weird reduction from his balance. Noticing this, I used to search for 'free games without balance' on the internet, hehe. I used to think that Google would give me games that would not eat my uncle's balance. Noob me, indifferent to the fact that even this search ate a chunk of his balance, lol.

In my house, there was only my dad's phone with an internet connection. Using the phone was a thing that I had to do secretly. Besides that, I had my computer without an internet connection. That's why my interest in those java phones was immeasurable, to have a bite of the internet, no matter what the cost.

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Time kept moving, and this interest too, but the social interference was growing around me too. Just before my university life, I was in the biggest dilemma of my life; I am still bearing the impact. To secure a university seat, I had to change my Science background and move toward the humanities path, but it still didn't bring me any luck. That one attempt took away a year from my science-related studies, and I was left with no choice but to move on with literature. That's a long story; how I ended up here would be irrelevant to the agenda of today's writing, so skipping that part.

So yeah, someone with a great interest in technology and this kind of stuff had to step out of the path that could have led him toward that formal path of his interest. How is literature? Please don't ask me; I cannot extract the full juice out of it. Why? Coming to that.

So that was a significant step, I took that willingly, and I won't deny that. I knew what could wait ahead of me if things didn't go as I was planning. I tried so hard, but it wasn't enough to give me what I was chasing and threw me into the consequences I had anticipated to suffer.

I may have lost the formal track toward the IT career, but the doors are not shut yet. Skills are all that matter in these sectors. So for my formal education, I am sticking to literature as there is no choice left to pick, and here I am, investing all of my interest and time in IT stuff. Come on, that's what I can do; this is the world I crave, the sector I am comfortable with, and the stuff I find my peace at. My academic life is messed up; to balance it a little bit, my other end gets imbalanced too, as literature and technology are complete opposites to me, so it isn't very easy for me to balance to keep going. Don't you think so? That's how the journey of my anticipated suffering is going on.

So how are things going? Pretty hard. When you are on something strictly, then there are very few chances to step out of the track; you won't find yourself trackless easily as mine are going to be self-learned, so I am losing my track occasionally and jumping from one thread to another in the name of exploring, hehe. My exploration is going on and on; whatever I touch in this sector, I get fascinated to chase. Going to explore something else keeps me bugged with a greater fascination. This is fun; I have an interest in checking what's best for me, leaving no stone unturned. But for how long? Yeah, that's the question without an answer. The day I got this answer, then my imbalanced suffering will meet with an ending.

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