Optimism is not my cup of tea, I rarely look optimistic because I do not want to be disappointed when things fail. I know many people who are optimistic in life and LOOK UP to every situation with a positive perception. Although I know that having a positive outlook in life can really be a good value to have, I sometimes just can’t help to be cautious and excuse myself from disappointment. However, though rarely I become optimistic, there was this one time that my being optimistic really helped me achieve what I have now.
I was not very good at school, partly because of my love for sleeping and partly because of my teachers’ impatience. After class 12, I didn’t know which college I’d go to, not because I had had many choices but because of the lack thereof. My parents were worried of my future, our neighbours talked badly of me, my relatives looked down at me, and I was not very proud of myself either. Then lady luck knocked, I was admitted in an engineering college, but it was too far from home. I was never away from home, never separated from my parents, specially from my mom. I was scared and apprehensive. The college was two days journey by train, which meant I couldn’t just go back home any time I would want to. It would also mean that I would have to stay in a hostel or a housing nearby the college. Aside from being away from my family, I was worried too of myself. In my whole life, my mom was constantly taking care of my needs and my dad was always checking up on me. Without them, I didn’t know whether I would be able to fend for myself. With all those concerns that troubled my young mind, I left home and boarded the train off to college.
When I reached my hostel, many students, some were freshmen like me, some were seniors, were already busy checking their rooms and chit-chatting. Like a lost puppy in a dog pen, I was ushered to my room. After finding my room, I sat for hours, trying to grasp everything: the new environment, new people, and my family at home. It was a dizzying moment, and a sad one too. However, despite all the chaos outside my room, at that moment, I had willed myself to focus and aim for one thing, the reason why I came to that place, the same reason why I left home, and that was to get an education, a degree. A piece of paper that I could bring back home and make my parents proud of me, make my neighbours shut their mouths, and my relatives green with envy. It was that moment that I looked at my situation with optimism. Even when the room was small or the food served was tasteless, I had always looked forward to the day that I finished college. With this optimism, college days seemed shorter, and before I knew it, I was on my way back home. However, my homecoming was short as I immediately landed a job, again in a place far from home. After having to work for many years, I had looked up for a place where I plan to build a home just like the one my parents had, and I finally found one. This time, I’ll be optimistic again that in no time I’ll have my own home.
Visiting my brother in Hyderabad gave me opportunity to check out on good places to hangout and eat. On one occasion that we celebrated my nephew’s birthday, we went to Nautanki Gali in Hitech City. It was in the evening and there were already some patrons enjoying their night.
I liked the humorous décor which displays the culture and tidings of India in odd yet comical ways like the newspaper place mat. The place was lit with LED lights in different colours, which my nephew enjoyed much. Although as for the food, it was a hit and miss, but the buffet spread was worth the money.