I was quite happy getting into IIT, but my joy was short-lived. At Solapur, I had not seen
any building which was more than three storeyed. Mumbai however was full of skyscrapers. At
IIT, most of the students and professors used to converse in English whereas my English was very
poor. I had my entire education in Marathi. My spoken English was quite pathetic. Not only did I
have a very weak vocabulary, but, my pronunciation also was terrible and my construction of
English sentences very awkward to say the least. Due to all this, I was feeling quite lonely and
terrified in Mumbai in general and IIT in particular. I had developed an inferiority complex and
wanted to run away from IIT and even Mumbai.
One day, I was sitting at my mess table in the hostel sipping tea when a senior guy came
and sat on the chair adjacent to me. He was a convent educated guy with fairly sophisticated
English – at least spoken or colloquial English. He was a bit arrogant and wanted to pull my leg.
He tried to engage in some conversation with me and started pointing out errors in just about every
sentence or everything that I said, After about 5 minutes he walked away after insulting me.
I felt extremely humiliated and upset. As it is, I was feeling quite depressed and diffident
and this incident was the last straw. I was almost broken. I felt out of place there and literally
wanted to run away to Solapur that very moment. However, it was only my self-esteem which
stopped me. Suddenly, a feeling of determination and strength came over me and gripped me