This still feels surreal. I’ve imagined this moment for years… but now that it’s real, I don’t even know what to feel. 
Let me take you back a bit.
I was always that “decent” student in school… not a topper, but not the last bencher either. I had dreams, but they weren’t clear until 11th grade hit and I decided to prepare for NEET. That’s when reality slapped me for the first time. 
Physics became my biggest enemy, coaching lectures flew over my head, and while everyone around me was solving HC Verma for fun, I was struggling to remember basic formulas. But I didn’t give up…
First attempt (2022)
Messed it up. Panic attacks during the paper, left OMR half-filled… scored in the 300s. Didn’t even check counselling properly. That year broke me. Friends moved on. Relatives had a field day. “Drop again? Yeh last time hoga na?”
Second attempt (2023)
I gave my all. Woke up at 5 am, studied till midnight, deleted Insta, even missed family functions. Scored 521. Better… but not enough. I cried for weeks. People said “Try something else now… MBBS isn’t for you.”
But something in me just couldn’t let go.
Third attempt (2024)
I studied smart, not just hard. Took help from online mentors, revised more than I studied, focused on what I did wrong before. And this time… I didn’t chase a 700, I chased my best. And I got it.
572. AIR under 30k. MBBS seat confirmed. 
To the people who doubted me, thank you you added fuel.
To the ones who believed in me when I couldn’t even believe in myself… I love you.
To me I’m so proud of you for not giving up when everything said you should.
Not everyone gets it… the pain of being stuck in the same room for 3 years while life goes on outside. The guilt of eating out, watching a movie, or even smiling because “you haven’t cleared NEET yet.” The silence when someone asks “Which year are you in?” and you don’t have an answer.
But to everyone who’s still on this journey — I see you. I was you.
You’re not running late. You’re just building something that takes time.
And trust me… when you see your name in that final list, it’ll all make sense. Every tear, every 13-hour day, every wrong mock test… it’s all worth it.
3 saal… 1 dream. MBBS, here I come. 
