MS = S + (-M)

Okay okay. Let me explain the equation-

MS = Master of Science
S = Students
M = Money

So the equation means MS for Students without Money. And today we ll do a case study. MS in 'United States of America'. Now you get it guys ?? or still not!! Today's post is about the life of students who pursue MS in US without scholarship.

Hmm, we apply for higher studies in States with high hopes and many of us end up in MS admits in reputed universities but without scholarship. Big opportunity comes with big risk and big investment, thus, we decide to investment all whatever we have and head towards US.

Now welcome to the show :). From India to US, currency is 40 times. First few days are spent in depositing fees, housing rent, settling down and taking right courses. Real life challenges start when we are out of money or just 1000 dollars in the account in an alien country. Can not ask from parents for more, they have already given whatever they had.... leaving then literally bankrupt back in India... So now we suddenly feel responsibility and start saving money. Or spending money the least. 'LEAST'

Idea No 1: Cook at home. We all start cooking at home. No pizza No canteen, Nothing. C'on, life is so boring without them. Trick is to search alternative options. I was too dumb to know that there is a nice alternative of buying tasty food that my fellow friends had found out. They all used to attend conferences and various talks, though not at all related to their subjects. I was surprised 'WHY'. I could not stop my curiosity and asked Mr. V 'why are you going to attend this talk, waste of 2 hours, plus not at all related to our studies.'

He winked ' free pizza, who is going to listen what they talk, I wanna have free pizza'.

'Oooo', i rolled my eyes and though 'attending a boring talk for free pizza, who wants such pizza?'.

'By the way which talk is that? I have not received any email!!!!' I asked timidly.

Mr V replied with proud, 'blah blah blah blah....';

'Okay got it. Thanks'.

I returned back to my desk and first thing i did was to search that mail. I scanned the email with my eyes looking for 'free pizza'. My eyes stopped but that was the end of the email. Still no PIZZA ... :( .... 'Liar', I cursed in anger. Wait a sec, give another try. Read one more time. This time no scanning, though its boring to read the complete mail, but worth a try!!!

Blah blah blah blah ................ blah blah............ blah .............b...l...a...h....

'O, C'on,' I was getting irritated.

blah blah ................ blah....

Suddenly my eyes got their final destination ' FREE REFRESHMENT'. Gotcha, so this is called 'free refreshment', my eyes went wide and a happy enthusiastic smile spread on my face. I felt as if I have got some 19th century treasure full of gold and silver coins. :)

Sitting on my desk, I started thinking 'go, dont go................go, dont go......... go, dont go.......' What ll people think, I attended a workshop for free pizza... yakk...

But "PIZZA".............. "PIZZA"..... "FREE"........

Hmm, I stood up, though in dilemma, my steps headed for the workshop hall automatically. I slowly walked my building, crossed road, cheering myself up, 'Its cool, its cool, no one will know that I am going for free pizza'. My heart started beating fast as I entered the workshop hall. All crazy thoughts were coming to my mind; " what if someone asked my department, what if someone questioned why am I attending this workshop which is totally out of my subjects. WHAT IF .... "

And with all strength I pushed myself to enter the entrance door.

I stood frozen with surprise for couple of seconds watching the room, full with my classmates in a long queue. Full class was here, not a single person missing. Or those who missed were unlucky ones :) . I felt so relieved from my "what if's.....".

Actually I got late, until my turn, all pizza was finished. Cruel people took 2-2, 3-3 slices. And I had to attend that damn boring workshop without pizza. :( ...poor me !!!!

During MS course, we all were on agenda how to save money; whether, it was sacrificing taste buds, eating just rice and daal like my flatmate Miss R, or going Costco to enjoy pizza slice in 2 dollars, or after analyzing menu in restaurant just saying 'not hungry yaar', or asking my rommie Miss G to cut my hair at home with tiny scissor to save 20 dollars. ;). Guys were smarter, they actually bought a cheap machine to cut their hair very short and tiny.

Though I had full scol but it was kept for future uncertainties leaving me to live like without scol. But I love it, and now I know all of my classmates are doing extremely well, earning lots of money, but queue for free pizza is unforgettable. Just remembering funny golden days without 'GOLD'. ;P

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