The defender

"I was sweating in the AC room...."

It was really tough time. They drilled, roasted, fried, barbiqued me. After I came to Canada (nearly 2 years), this is the first time my friends found me sweating. Lot of questions about everything, almost anything from whatever i worked on my thesis. It was 90 minutes continuous shoot up. It was an open defence. Some of my friends here in my University were more scared than me. They said "It was like watching horror film".

Finally when the committee head said me, "Bala, you have passed your Master's ......". I was not even had energy to celebrate it. But I know I was really happy to hear it out.

I understood at the end of my defence "what a friend in need means", why is it necessary to have good friends?. I was proud of myself; not in my technical ability, but in my ability to make good friends. I feel afterall the technical stuffs will never go beyond some extent.

I also feel that as far as anything ends in a constructive manner, destructive things can happen. I know that these "nice" things happens once in my life time. If I pass sooooo smooth, then there is no fun in it. I know I was scared enough. But I enjoyed the thrill of the ride. And it ended up with a big celebration.

Finally, I thank all of my friends who travelled with me in this ride.