When I started my MBA two years ago, it was more about fulfilling an unfinished dream—something I had left behind 16 years ago when I got accepted at IIMB but couldn’t join as amma passed a week before the joining date. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I’d be able to complete it this time.
The journey turned out to be so much tougher than I ever imagined. Between work pressures, family responsibilities, and everything life threw at me, there were moments I wondered how I’d keep going. Client visits and product proposals crowded my days, Hachi’s passing came right in the middle of my third-semester exams. But the hardest blow was in the last stretch of the program—submitting my project from a hospital room while Acchan was admitted, and then losing him right in the middle of my final exams. My viva fell on the day of his 10th-day ceremony. Somehow, I managed to get through it all and at that point, all I felt was relief and gratitude that I had simply finished.
So when I got the invitation for an in-person convocation—reserved only for the top 10% of the program—I was more than surprised, I was shocked. I had to read it twice to believe it.
And since this was my first-ever formal convocation, it felt surreal. These days, there are graduation ceremonies even for kindergarten, but standing there as a postgraduate 25 years after my first graduation made it feel truly precious.A circle closing. A dream finally finished.
I just hope the next milestone doesn’t take me quite as long.. ❤️
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