I graduated from BUET in August 2015, it took about five and a half years. Towards the end, it got more exhausting than I could have imagined in the earlier days. No matter how good some of the times were, I couldn't wait to put it behind me.
I also felt I needed a well-deserved break. I remember telling my mother as early as March of that year, that after graduating I wish I got to go home and stay in Rajshahi for a few weeks, even months may be. That I would not feel bad or whatever if I don't immediately get a job. Bla bla bla.
As fate would have it, I got a rather tempting job offer as soon as graduating. Couldn't resist the allure, deserved break be damned, I joined. And while the first months in the job were possibly easier than whatever I went through in the final year of university, it was no vacation. Eventually, got involved in the job more, used to spend hours in the office at times, would bring work home even (to the irritation of my wife). I think I can safely say, to some extent I enjoyed the work. However much I enjoyed it though, the need for a break that I felt before, was coming back. And it had only gotten stronger during the wait. I used to joke all the time that I'd some day be brave enough to just call my boss and say "I quit, I want to sleep!". During my three years working there, the only long leave that I managed to take was for a two-week tour to Nepal. The tour itself was lovely. My wife and I saw snow for the first time, paraglided, ate different types of momo. Then I came back, rejoined office, and to my utter surprise, realized that I still wanted that goddamn break. That I still need to just lay back, and do abso-fucking-lutely nothing for a few days.
Anyway, again, as time would see, I would get another opportunity that would be great for me. An admission offer letter to graduate school, studying economics, computation and other shit. Again, being the sucker that I am for "good" opportunities, I took the offer. Before leaving for school though, spent even the last few days tying up ends at the job. So, if I had been subconsciously motivated about grad school from the hope that, I'd get some time between quitting the job and needing to leave, that hope was very much misplaced.
So still no break, and lo - I'm suddenly doing my PhD. I mean, I know why I'm here. I understand that with my curiosity, or ambitions or whatever else attributes I might possess, I was bound to end up here anyway.
But, still, I can't help thinking, if only I had managed to take that break, somewhere in the last five years, maybe, maybe today would be more tolerable.
I also felt I needed a well-deserved break. I remember telling my mother as early as March of that year, that after graduating I wish I got to go home and stay in Rajshahi for a few weeks, even months may be. That I would not feel bad or whatever if I don't immediately get a job. Bla bla bla.
As fate would have it, I got a rather tempting job offer as soon as graduating. Couldn't resist the allure, deserved break be damned, I joined. And while the first months in the job were possibly easier than whatever I went through in the final year of university, it was no vacation. Eventually, got involved in the job more, used to spend hours in the office at times, would bring work home even (to the irritation of my wife). I think I can safely say, to some extent I enjoyed the work. However much I enjoyed it though, the need for a break that I felt before, was coming back. And it had only gotten stronger during the wait. I used to joke all the time that I'd some day be brave enough to just call my boss and say "I quit, I want to sleep!". During my three years working there, the only long leave that I managed to take was for a two-week tour to Nepal. The tour itself was lovely. My wife and I saw snow for the first time, paraglided, ate different types of momo. Then I came back, rejoined office, and to my utter surprise, realized that I still wanted that goddamn break. That I still need to just lay back, and do abso-fucking-lutely nothing for a few days.
Anyway, again, as time would see, I would get another opportunity that would be great for me. An admission offer letter to graduate school, studying economics, computation and other shit. Again, being the sucker that I am for "good" opportunities, I took the offer. Before leaving for school though, spent even the last few days tying up ends at the job. So, if I had been subconsciously motivated about grad school from the hope that, I'd get some time between quitting the job and needing to leave, that hope was very much misplaced.
So still no break, and lo - I'm suddenly doing my PhD. I mean, I know why I'm here. I understand that with my curiosity, or ambitions or whatever else attributes I might possess, I was bound to end up here anyway.
But, still, I can't help thinking, if only I had managed to take that break, somewhere in the last five years, maybe, maybe today would be more tolerable.
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