I never thought I would submit my PhD.
It was a wild ride.
In 11th grade, my dad died.
Very few relatives supported us (my mom, sister and me)
Some didn’t want us to get educated.
But my mom persisted.
So, I went to college without passion, like a sheep joining EEE.
I quit after a year.
Then I joined English literature. (Interested, like crazy.)
Did, B.A, M.A, B.Ed, NET now finally submitted Phd thesis. Next up Post Doc.
It has certainly been a ride.
But learnt many lessons along the way:
-Most of my little successes in life have to be credited to my school education.
-Reading is important
-People want you to succeed , but when you grow beyond them, they don’t like that.
-None will come to help you ( I have consulted for more than 20 people to get their doctorates), but when it came to my own work no one came to help. Not thesis work, just simple stuff like their input on printing, submitting, what to do, and what not. People will only talk with you until their work is done. It was me, God, and my junkie bike against the world.
-I have not cared for degrees that much because I have seen some unintelligent people holding advanced degrees.
-It is a long project, without proper planning, you might feel completely overwhelmed.
Universities should come up with better software solutions about Phd submission, evaluation. (A business idea for the startup geeks)
-Please remove Librarians from Acknowledgments, they don’t even know you exist.
-Finally, my degree will get me some increment, pity I know, but I don’t care about that. If I use it right it will open extraordinary doors.
It is a big deal for a boy from the hills with very little financial means to come to this point. Bigger monuments await. Greater stages await. Avenging heartbreakers await.