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TURNS & TWISTS


Last April, I finished my final year of graduation and joined a company through campus recruitment. I love my job since this is my first work experience. I’ve seen a lot of changes between my college life and my career.

When I was in college, my mom used to say, "How long will you sleep? If you sleep like this, you’ll become fat!" But now, she says, "If you don’t sleep, you’ll become fat!" Since I work night shifts, my mom advises me to sleep well.

When it comes to eating, back then she would prepare something I didn’t like and force me to eat it. Now she cooks according to my wishes. As for chocolates and snacks, it used to be, "How many will you eat? This is more than enough for the day!" But now it’s the opposite—“How many will you eat? Take a few more and eat whenever you get time."

In college, the advice was, "Don’t sleep in class, even if you have free time." Now it’s, "Even if you don’t get free time, ask for it and sleep!"

Break times in college? "Oh my God! I used to exceed breaks on purpose." But now, I can’t exceed my break for any reason, and sometimes I don’t even take one!

I spent my college days without any responsibilities or tension. But now, I have many responsibilities, and I must maintain professionalism. In college, my actions often affected others—my friends or my parents. Now, I am entirely responsible for my own actions.

There have been changes in my lifestyle, food habits, and sleep patterns. I’ve gone from friends to colleagues, student to professional, marks to targets, and immature to mature!

In college, I was treated like a child. Now, people treat me as a grown-up—though I know I’m not completely grown up yet.

Whatever it may be, I like the way I’m treated now!

Originally posted on 27-Jul-2010 Edited on 09-Feb-2025


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