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<p>Personal Statement: Describe the world you come from — for example, your family, community or school — and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.</p>
<p>Essay:</p>
<p>I distinctly remember the point in my life when I started to question myself of whether I was in a dream or reality. My life was an upheaval of fortunate and unfortunate series of events with various twists and turns, though these unexpected twists and turns have shaped the will-powered kid that I am today and have made me passionate about my own aspirations and achievements in life. </p>
<p>My life, till the culmination of 8th grade, was very decorous and kosher. I was the captain of my school basketball team, and was one of the smartest students when it came to academics. Born and brought up from a culturally orthodox family, I was drilled into the scriptures and Sanskrit-chanting (Vedas) of my Indian culture by my parents. Not only had I represented my overall personal development enthusiastically but I had also represented my cultural heritage ardently. My whimsical life, though, was ephemeral as by the starting of 9th grade, I started facing difficulties over difficulties. My dad had disowned and casted-away my family. I was deeply rejected and depressed as my father, who I used to lookup to for encouragement, had abandoned me at a point in time when I most needed him. Naturally, my grades started to decrease substantially as I had cut-short my school time to help my mom out with her work during our financial constraints. To alleviate my pain, I would usually play the flute and drift into the music while forgetting what was happening in the outside world. Though, in spite of my gruesome life, I had experienced the worst at the flute recital at which I had preformed. While performing, though initially I was sailing through the music, It was all of a sudden that I had played a misplaced note and had given out a loud cacophonous noise instead. Though, the audience forgot about my minor mistake, I was in utter despondence and paid no heed to mother's assuagement. Later ,the next day, while searching through my files, I had found a picture of me and my dad paragliding together. The incident started in 6th grade when my dad took me to Disney World. The first amusement ride I demanded him to ride on was Paragliding. Though, I was initially ecstatic, I started to fear flying on the glider. At first, considering the height at which I was flying, it was a horrendous task but as soon as I started to glide over the nearby tourists, I felt so exuberant. It was the most thrilling and terrific moment of my life and Ever Since, I have grown a deep temper for creating and flying gliders.</p>
<p>Though, I had lost the inspiration of my life, I had gained the love of my life towards aero dynamics. As I transitioned form illusionary to reality, I started brainstorming different ideas to build various aero model planes. A countless number of ideas started to scorch through my head regarding how the jet or a glider was constructed to whether I could possibly fly it. Though it was dim-witted of me, I realized that my ardent to venture in the field of aerodynamic area of study had sprouted. My interest in aerodynamics also extends to my interest in space. I learned about peculiar theories regarding black holes in a classroom debate between my physics teacher and few of my classmates. After a myriad research, I started to discover that Einstein's theory of Relativity, which mentions that nothing can escape a black hole as anything sucked into a black hole is crushed into singularity had made sense when compared to that of the Quantum Theory and Stephan Hawking's theory, which state that energy and light can escape and can be radiated out of a black hole. In fact, what trilled me the most was the fact that there could exist more than five dimensions in space.</p>
<p>I had realize that the obstacle that I had faced is nothing compared to the result I had benefited from it. I would say the old and generic statement, "it was hard growing up without a father," but to me, It was different. I had benefited from something that I had thought was long lost.</p>