Let me tell you a story.
It was the turn of the millenium, the year 2000. I had just given my 12th boards from the most prestigious school in Delhi, DPS RKP, and the results were out. As we checked the results online, I wasn't too disappointed. A 78% with fabulous marks in the subjects I loved (Accounts and English) and not too bad marks in what I loathed (Maths). Naive as I was, I was quite confident on getting a good college with the course that I wanted - Psy Hon. in DU. My father had just got transfered to Ahmedabad but my undying loyalty to Delhi and my friends here got me to convince my parents to let me stay in Delhi. I spent the summer blissfully unaware of what was to happen. The first tremor came when the first cut off list of DU was released. My course was not offered below 85%. With some hope in my heart, I held on to the belief that the next list would fit me in. And the earth shook when the 2nd list was released. All seats had already been filled in, there was no second list. And so confident I had been that I hadn't filled the form for any other course. With that went my hope and my dreams. I remember spending half a day in tears not knowing what to do. As always, my safety net, my best friend kicked in. Her father knew the HOD of English honours in Gargi College and he pulled in a few favours and she agreed to let me sit for the entrance test even though the seats were closed.
Before the result of my English test could be released, my father had approached the principal of a good college in Ahmedabad offering the course I had wanted. And I had to make my decision overnight. Either stay back in Delhi and pursue a course that was not what I wanted to study or go away for the first time, bid adieu to a life I knew and start afresh. I took the plunge. I got on the next flight, gave my interview and it was all settled. Thus started my life in its new avtar.
Did I miss out on anything? I believe not. I had a fantastic college life, made great friends, studied the most fascinating subjects, was allowed to shine like a gem in academics and extra curriculars not being the crazy cut throat university that Delhi was. And after 3 years, I gave the CAT like millions across India and still got into the college that I had wanted - MICA. My life did not take a different route because of this detour. It just got enriched. With people, with experiences, with flavors.
The moral of this grand saga is that if your heart broke when you read that paper with the cut off lists, do not fret. Gather the broken pieces and look elsewhere. Your life may change dramatically and the path may be new, but it will take you into exotic lands and into a life that you'll look back upon with a smile. Trust me, it wasn't a decision I will ever regret.
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