One year ago, during my second semester, I submitted a rather fascinating article on fingerprints and the chemicals involved in their identification. I remember distinctly how random and spur of the moment that article was.
I was fetching tea one evening at SPS hostel when I stumbled upon a poster from my own department. Inspired and due to depravation of literary stimulus, I immediately decided to write an article. Only then did it strike me that my laptop was out of order. But I had already decided not to let such an opportunity pass – I did what I find most unnatural and most offsetting. I borrowed.
I remember walking – no, running up the stairs after draining the hot tea into my mouth. I remember the orange glow of the setting sun illuminating the staircase. I borrowed the laptop from the an ECE student, I wasn’t even on great terms with him – I was that desperate.
I remember sitting out in the corridor outside his room, connecting to the WiFi, unmindful of thoroughfare of my peers. In one hour, around 8 PM I had completed the article. It took me one hour to write. I knew there was a word limit of 500 words but I pushed it and decided to try my luck. I mailed it shortly afterwards.
That was where my journey with ChemUnique began. I had already decided that merely sending articles didn’t cut it. I wanted a bigger role and I made my desire known. By the third semester, I submitted another article for the selection process and was chosen as an Editor.
Here I am now, Editor-in-chief. Hearing my seniors’ opinions on my articles, I am filled with a sense of relief that I have lived up to what my English teachers thought I was, I have lived up to how my mom used to proclaim proudly, “English la super ah ezhudhuvan!”
Having made it so far, I can’t help but look back at the innumerable things that could have gone wrong. I could have decided that day that I couldn’t write an article so fast or I could have gone with what every cell in my body was telling me, “Don’t borrow”. I could have been shot down for exceeding the word limit. They could have told me that the deadline has elapsed. But these things didn’t happen.
I searched ChemUnique in my mail and scrolled down all the way and found this. My humble origin at ChemUnique.
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