As I devour the last of my sandwich waiting for my flight to
whisk me away to my vacation days, drawing a close to my third semester, 37.5%
an engineer in technical terms; I can’t help but wonder how different things
would’ve been had I not opted for the obvious area of study. I vaguely remember
an article I once wrote in school, almost 8 years ago, about how I had too many
diverse interests and therefore, didn’t know what to choose. Years passed and
by the end of school, I was left with only two options, Journalism and
Engineering. Both poles apart.
The adrenaline rush of putting pen to paper (or nowadays
finger to keyboard?), that feeling when the mind has an outburst of ideas and subjects
to write about, the self reliance while standing before a crowd to let out
thoughts is irreplaceable. But will I be able to brainstorm so effectively
under pressure, a couple of hours before a deadline? Will I be able to speak so
confidently if unlike debating with an opponent, I had to cover a war? Even if
I can overcome the rest, won’t it start to get boring, always doing the same
thing?
On another note, I’ve always found Math and Physics
depressing, and the duo form the core of engineering. When the rest of my
friends have easier subjects and no attendance problems, I slog and struggle
for that 75% for a degree that apparently you can even buy now and is worthless
being the most chosen option! But in the larger picture, there are so many
chances to grow and develop in the field, so many innovations I could be a part
of, make a difference in the world as we see it today. Undoubtedly, the world
today is different from what it was a hundred years ago all courtesy to
Engineers.
It helps to do what you love, but absolutely necessary to
love what you do. Or be an engineer who also writes occasionally for pleasure.
That sounds good too, yes?
