I came back and guess what, with an offer letter. I am going to study photography for a year, and that is what matters to me. About the place; there's no word so good enough in my dictionary to express the true portraiture of it. I was awed by its beauty. The institute is so beautifully placed and built, that someone will be bound to be inspired to create something very artistic. The man behind all of this, Mr. Mohamed, is person of high statute and humblest (I have ever seen in a professional) in nature. I had a long talk with Mrs. Iqbal and can definitely say that she is a very good motivator and a well disciplined personality. I also met people who are going to be my classmates for next 1 year. Also met those who will not be so, however, became very good friends of mine.
Now comes the harder part, arranging for the money. My dad is trying very very hard for it and I know what kinda burden it is on his shoulders. Sometimes I feel so guilty about my mistakes and the things I wasted in life. There were ample amount of chance in my life to turn around and live it in my way. But I was always afraid of failure and never took a risk. I dint know that living one's own dream is so beautiful and there nothing like it. If you want something, then you need to loose something, because its a balance of life. So I sacrificed the ease of life for the the dream, because its worth foregoing.
Now I am awaiting the money to come so that I can confirm my registration for the course and buy my gears. That's for today.
