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“Chest No.22,” an officer announced as all candidates sat tensely in a room, awaiting the results of the National Defence Academy (NDA) SSB interview. There was a gap of three long seconds, as the officer cleared his throat. Those seconds seemed longer than one light year each. “ Dude, what if you don’t make it ,” thoughts were fleeting through my mind, “ What will you do, what next? ” “ Cut the crap and pay attention Siddhant ,” I scolded my mind, and focused on the officer. “Chest No.10,” he announced. There was more applause. The sound of clapping however, had come down from the first announcement, as those between No.21 and No.11 realized the inevitable. My heart started thumping loudly, as if on a ten thousand watts speaker. “Chest No. 7,” the golden words came out finally. I stood up with a humble smile, to the mellifluent sound of applause well earned. Well, it turned out that the clapping was coming from the TV, and I woke up with a smile on that Sunday morning. “What are you smiling at?” Shreya, my better half asked looking straight at me, as beautiful as ever. “Nothing much,” I said, opening my eyes wide, “just woke up with a pleasant memory from the NDA SSB days.” “That’s nice,” she said thoughtfully, and pointed towards a page in the Sunday Times, “let’s go for this movie in the evening today. Even, Rishika would enjoy it.” “Your wish is my command ma’am,” I chuckled, and looked at our ~1.5yrs old daughter, now standing playfully on my stomach. I thanked God for giving me what he has, and kick-started the day. Almost sixteen years had gone by since the SSB days. I had gone through the arduous training in NDA & IMA, lived the life of an Army officer, fallen in love, had a death defying accident, lost my right shoulder and left the Army. I took up the reins of my life; started writing with left hand, competed for CAT & GMAT, and experienced infidelity. I then went on to make it to the ISB & IIM-A—two of the best B-schools of the country, fell in love again and “passed-out” from IIM-A. Sh*t happens , Forrest Gump had said in the mid-nineties. Life goes on —my blog added on to it, years after that. Few hours later, I was sipping coffee in a CCD, narrating my story to a few college students, for their Cultural Magazine. It had indeed been an exciting rollercoaster ride on this Sine curve of Life.