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prompt: Using a favorite quotation from an essay or book you have read in the last three years as a starting point, tell us about an event or experience that helped you define one of your values or changed how you approach the world. Please write the quotation, title, and author at the beginning of your essay.
"The Boy didn't know what a person's 'destiny' was... It's what you have always wanted to accomplish. Everyone, when they are young knows what their destiny is."
- Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
"No, Sarthak, You cannot do it. You are of no good to it. Leave it and you will be spared from the disgrace." My father was enraged, his anger palpable. A strong feeling of rejection overwhelmed me as he angrily told me to not to pursue science as a subject in high school. Belonging to a long line of religious people, my father have a strict aversion to study of sciences. My life is defined by physics formula and ornamented by chemical equations, but for him it was a blasphemy. But my love for science became the reason of my father's hate. I was bruised both physically and emotionally. Though my mother came at the moment - a god send (not a pun) to save me from the inferno that might have caused me severe physical pain, the incident left an indelible impression on my mind. It became a defining moment for me, as instead of being discouraged, I was all the more determined to pursue my dreams than ever before.
In time, my father's rage sequestered and constant pleading from my mother made him change his mind. I was allowed to take up some science related subjects but a countenance of annoyance was visibly established each time he looked at me. Nevertheless, His dejection built me into a stronger person. It was the beginning of my high school sophomore year. With three years ahead of me, I made a resolution - that no more will our dreams become pre-packaged set of workload imposed on by the society. I will fight for freedom of us, students, from this unseen form of bondage that let us not pursue our dreams - the freedom of choosing what we want to study, what we want to achieve and what we want to become.
Each passing day gave my resolution more concrete shape. I didn't miss any opportunity to act on it. Through the power of student government, I started a club to counsel students on opportunities they have in the field they choose and parents on letting their children choose their goals. We were met with a mixed response - some appreciated while others, like my father, considered it a profanity. We were intimidated and hindered, but our spirits weren't extinguished. Maybe we weren't able to transform everyone's life, but we surely made a difference in some.
So, looking out at horizon a few months ago, I remembered a 13 year old me who couldn't completely understand what the above quote meant, but in time got a clarity to see into the depths of its words. For two days I cried when my father rejected my aspirations, letting all my inhibitions to flow along with my tears. A will to fight replaced them - a fight against oppression of our dreams.
prompt: Using a favorite quotation from an essay or book you have read in the last three years as a starting point, tell us about an event or experience that helped you define one of your values or changed how you approach the world. Please write the quotation, title, and author at the beginning of your essay.
"The Boy didn't know what a person's 'destiny' was... It's what you have always wanted to accomplish. Everyone, when they are young knows what their destiny is."
- Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
"No, Sarthak, You cannot do it. You are of no good to it. Leave it and you will be spared from the disgrace." My father was enraged, his anger palpable. A strong feeling of rejection overwhelmed me as he angrily told me to not to pursue science as a subject in high school. Belonging to a long line of religious people, my father have a strict aversion to study of sciences. My life is defined by physics formula and ornamented by chemical equations, but for him it was a blasphemy. But my love for science became the reason of my father's hate. I was bruised both physically and emotionally. Though my mother came at the moment - a god send (not a pun) to save me from the inferno that might have caused me severe physical pain, the incident left an indelible impression on my mind. It became a defining moment for me, as instead of being discouraged, I was all the more determined to pursue my dreams than ever before.
In time, my father's rage sequestered and constant pleading from my mother made him change his mind. I was allowed to take up some science related subjects but a countenance of annoyance was visibly established each time he looked at me. Nevertheless, His dejection built me into a stronger person. It was the beginning of my high school sophomore year. With three years ahead of me, I made a resolution - that no more will our dreams become pre-packaged set of workload imposed on by the society. I will fight for freedom of us, students, from this unseen form of bondage that let us not pursue our dreams - the freedom of choosing what we want to study, what we want to achieve and what we want to become.
Each passing day gave my resolution more concrete shape. I didn't miss any opportunity to act on it. Through the power of student government, I started a club to counsel students on opportunities they have in the field they choose and parents on letting their children choose their goals. We were met with a mixed response - some appreciated while others, like my father, considered it a profanity. We were intimidated and hindered, but our spirits weren't extinguished. Maybe we weren't able to transform everyone's life, but we surely made a difference in some.
So, looking out at horizon a few months ago, I remembered a 13 year old me who couldn't completely understand what the above quote meant, but in time got a clarity to see into the depths of its words. For two days I cried when my father rejected my aspirations, letting all my inhibitions to flow along with my tears. A will to fight replaced them - a fight against oppression of our dreams.
