I was going to enter the 12th grade, when my dad got a transfer from India to Bahrain (Middle East). I was startled truly, on the grounds that, the thought of moving from the nation you have spent all your life, into moving to a totally outsider country horrified me.
As I had picked the commerce group, I had moved toward doing Indian CA, yet now that we were thinking about moving to Bahrain, I chose to do ACCA. We had considered the pros of the professional course, and the various values it had. And I enjoyed it, as it was a challenging course and it beyond any doubt would give me a decent expert foundation.
Back when I was in India, preparing for my 12th board exams, I had dependably pushed away the prospect of moving to Bahrain, since it generally terrified and startled me. The thought of leaving my friends and making new ones, didn’t sound comfortable to me.
It took a lot of time for me to sink in the fact that I was leaving my country to an altogether different place. A place where I knew no one; a place where I was going to be called a “foreigner”; a place where it was culturally different; a place where I was going to be a divergent.
The flight journey was a silent one, and one that ended quickly, since it was only a four-hour journey from India to Bahrain.
I had around three months till university started and I didn’t really want to think about it. I was slowly getting familiar with the places. My companions back in India had all begun heading off to their colleges, and I didn't generally have much to do as college began in the month of august here.
As I was settling in gradually, the day I had to attend my university arrived. (sooner than I anticipated). Thoughts like “what will people think of me?”, “will I make friends?” what am I going to do?”, “will everyone like me?”, and many more were running in my mind.
It wasn’t technically university, as ACCA is a professional course, so I was going to study at Ernst young training center. Studying in one of the big four firms made my heart beat all the faster.
Entering class and taking a seat, with all these thoughts
gushing down my mind, I saw people enter. and I thought it was best to I keep
to myself. I was always scared of socializing. Initially people didn’t converse
with me. They were occupied talking among themselves, as they originated from
the same school, or they were neighbors or family friends. The majority of them
had somebody to converse with.
Entering class and taking a seat, with all these thoughts gushing down my mind, I saw people enter. and I thought it was best to I keep to myself. I was always scared of socializing. Initially people didn’t converse with me. They were occupied talking among themselves, as they originated from the same school, or they were neighbors or family friends. The majority of them had somebody to converse with.
It made me want to cry, catch the next flight and go back to India. It made me want to run back to my mother and never return to class. I was cursing my life beneath my breath. 13 years of education in India, studying in the same school, being around people of my same religion and standing, didn’t teach me and prepare me for what was the most essential thing in our lives -change.
It didn’t expose me to the challenges one confronted in life. I was in 13 years of solace level. I didn’t know what it was like to not know someone. Every person in my vicinity (back in India), knew me since, I grew up there. From the next-door neighbor, to the shop keeper across the street, everyone knew me and my family. I was used to it so much, that I couldn’t take in and soak in the progressions happening around me.
With all these thoughts running in my mind, I suddenly realized that my professor was calling me and hailing me back to earth. But thank god, he didn’t shoot me with any questions because I was hardly paying any attention. I was deep lost in my thoughts. And then it was break time. It made me feel worse, making my stomach churn, as now, I officially didn’t have a reason to not talk.
I finally pulled up the courage to go and speak to a couple of people. And to my surprise and moreover shock, they were so welcoming. They were just going to come and speak to me as well. And they didn’t judge me at all. We had a nice conversation. All these undesirable things that I was agonizing over, were put to rest quickly. What's more, I was feeling somewhat better. Truth be told, I was excited to make new companions, and know about their families, school lives, companions and about Bahrain and the spots I could visit.
Recess was over, and class resumed. I was feeling at this point. Amazingly class didn’t go as terrible as I thought it to go. People had a problem with pronouncing my name, and we laughed at that. I made new friends. They were very friendly and welcoming. What’s more, I also started enjoyed the following breaks a great deal.
It was an amazing day. People were benevolent. The teachers were incredibly supportive. They made me feel like home.
I realized that I was wrong the entire time. I was pondering too much about things that didn’t really need that much thinking. I was being irrational. As I was returning home from class, I was thinking about the day I had and the wonderful funny moments. I had at last come outside the shell I was in for 13 years.
I started enjoying life, loving and cherishing myself for who I am. I started letting go of things a tad bit. I began socializing more. loving myself and my life even more each day. And today, I feel that had it not been for the roller coaster emotions on my first day, I would never be the person I am today. I am not terrified of changes anymore, not frightened of adapting to new things. Not scared of socializing and making new friends. I am a successful MUNer today. I am not scared of trying different things, because each day, I can feel myself evolving into a better person. If I had caught that flight back home the other day, I would have been stuck where I was;
I am certain, that I wouldn’t be here posting my very first article. I learnt that life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
Life is a beautiful journey, we just need to learn to trust the journey even when we do not understand it.