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I am a cliche [9]
I am a cliché. A walking, talking, eating, breathing, sleeping cliché. I love maths and physics and I am from India. That makes me the cookie cutter Asian. I am scrawny, bespectacled and obsessed with numbers. You see tons of people like me every day. Yet you still bother to read my application, Bravo. Like everyone else, I want to set myself apart from the gray wall of applications. But how will I do it? By writing an essay. An essay that shows you that there are new people, even nerdy Indians, worth meeting. But what shall I write to make you believe in me? I have pondered this question for long. And after a tumultuous battle in my mind, I have reached an answer. I'll let you decide. I am a misshapen blob of clay waiting to be moulded. We are going to embark on a 4 year long session of pottery, me and you. You'll shape me and my ideas and I'll question and debate your decisions at every step. For I am no ordinary clay. I have been shaped and unshaped a lot of times, over the last 16 years turning me into a new blob every day. I retain resistance somewhere yet I flow like water somewhere too. Memories and experiences ingrain themselves into every grain of the clay, into my soul. With every spin of the wheel, with your each touch, I'll change bit by bit. But not always according to you, because I am no ordinary clay. I'll respond back. The clay shall talk to the hand. The pot shall emerge. And that day, then and there I shall say," I am no ordinary pot". Though far and long, we shall wither the journey together. For we are potter and clay, the unbreakable bond.