State your 'Short term' and 'Long term' goals- sounds familiar? I sat to write my SOP and it left me pondering. Career goals? You mean the team work, maximising efforts kind? Not quite, personally here are a set of realistic short term and long term career goals that I have set for myself. Trust me these goals are easy to relate to and much simpler than the "Working effectively to achieve.. blah blah" sort.
Short term career goal: To fly a low cost airline with my own money
Long term career goal : While flying the low cost carrier when I realise that am hungry and I am not going to get any refreshments from the crew, I should be able to afford the sandwich which they sell on board and not gape at the co-passenger busy tucking in the 'Aloo ka paratha' and 'masala chai' that he brought packed in his hand baggage- Tiffin carrier and a thermos flask
Short term career goal : To be able to buy a car
Long term career goal: To be able to afford the petrol that the car consumes (Well with petrol prices going up high, the next status symbol will be the amount of petrol your car consumes and not the car itself, so effectively 10 Lit per week Maruti 800 is a higher status symbol than 10 lit per 2 weeks Ford Icon)
Short term career goal : To be able to afford a post paid connection for my cell phone
Long term career goal : To be able to actually pay the bills at the end of the month and continue the connection (And not switch back to pre paid connection after emptying my savings account in the bank to pay the post paid bills or even worse start collecting one Rupee coins to use PCO booths - as a more viable option)
Short term career goal: To be able to afford an air conditioner in the peak of summer
Long term career goal : To actually get myself to use the AC without noting down the number of units the AC consumes per hour, deriving at an average and tactfully timing the AC to function within affordable limits (Phew! I can assure you this task is more tiring than a walk out in the mid-day sun on a sweltering day)
All said and done, since these goals will not be appreciated on paper let me get back to the jargon now.."Effective utilisation....."
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
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Why SNAP?!?
Being a student of English literature, never did I think that I'll have to take a test along the lines of CAT because MBA was only a passing thought, that too when I was in the 9th grade! I clearly remember that day when I heard about SNAP, I obviously thought that it must be like one of those "mass communication" entrance exams. As always, www.simc.edu, was conducive to disenchanting me as I went through the pattern of that horrid exam!
My reaction to the structure of that test:
General English: "Good good, not a problem Shruti! You'll be able to pull this one off well!"
Quantitative: Gosh! I somehow knew how much I was gonna detest this one!!
Data Interpretation: "uh oh, only if this section was called "DATA MISINTERPRETATION" I would do a great job!"
Data sufficiency: "oh! great! For me quantity matters! I always do my 'window shopping' in bulk, so making sure that my data is 'sufficient' shouldn't be a problem at all!!"
General Awareness: This one made me laugh! If you've got to punish me, go ahead and ask me to 'pay attention' or even better ask me to 'concentrate'. The phrase I hated the most when I was in school was "Shruti, you ought to be consistent!" So in a nutshell, I was never aware of any general things happening around me.
General Knowledge: Well G.K, for me came down to an exam that we were bound to take, back in school. We were given 50 multiple choice questions and my passion for the 'INKY PINKY PONKY' choice game (emphasis on choice) came into vital use while solving those questions. I clearly remember, we required a minimum of 15 out of 50 to pass that exam and I was often found pleading with the prinicipal for a mark or two!
Business Scenario: "Yes I am proud to declare that a particular business activity is good if the enterprise makes a lot of money, otherwise they must seriously consider dissolution!" Thats all I could recollect from the 'business studies' classes that I was forcibly made to attend in school. Period.
Logical reasoning: I like to reason. I always did. As a child when I was forced to go to school, I would always give numerous reasons in support of staying home instead. So basically I really have the potential to reason well but the problem was that this section was kind of specific because 'reasoning', I am good at, logical or not, I refrain from commenting!
My reaction to the structure of that test:
General English: "Good good, not a problem Shruti! You'll be able to pull this one off well!"
Quantitative: Gosh! I somehow knew how much I was gonna detest this one!!
Data Interpretation: "uh oh, only if this section was called "DATA MISINTERPRETATION" I would do a great job!"
Data sufficiency: "oh! great! For me quantity matters! I always do my 'window shopping' in bulk, so making sure that my data is 'sufficient' shouldn't be a problem at all!!"
General Awareness: This one made me laugh! If you've got to punish me, go ahead and ask me to 'pay attention' or even better ask me to 'concentrate'. The phrase I hated the most when I was in school was "Shruti, you ought to be consistent!" So in a nutshell, I was never aware of any general things happening around me.
General Knowledge: Well G.K, for me came down to an exam that we were bound to take, back in school. We were given 50 multiple choice questions and my passion for the 'INKY PINKY PONKY' choice game (emphasis on choice) came into vital use while solving those questions. I clearly remember, we required a minimum of 15 out of 50 to pass that exam and I was often found pleading with the prinicipal for a mark or two!
Business Scenario: "Yes I am proud to declare that a particular business activity is good if the enterprise makes a lot of money, otherwise they must seriously consider dissolution!" Thats all I could recollect from the 'business studies' classes that I was forcibly made to attend in school. Period.
Logical reasoning: I like to reason. I always did. As a child when I was forced to go to school, I would always give numerous reasons in support of staying home instead. So basically I really have the potential to reason well but the problem was that this section was kind of specific because 'reasoning', I am good at, logical or not, I refrain from commenting!
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Can we live?
Who wants a life filled with deadlines? Not me.
Neither did I want to take up coaching classes for CAT, BRAT, FAT or even a THAT.
I was always inclined towards marketing & advertising careers. To me, it was all about the job and the experience.I could hardly imagine myself being in a college all again.
I remember enrolling to a CAT enhancement module and my IMS counselor talking to me about the courses offered at MICA & SIMC on media and communications.
Sure a a lot of other friends told me the same thing,but CAT? Neva mind,we have multiple options in India.
SNAP fetched me a call. I was again bound by deadlines to complete and submit five different assignments.I converted the call and was asked to pay the fee amount.Another deadline.
I spent a hefty amount on my friends without realizing the pain of writing a statement of purpose,which again has a deadline.
Well, here I am going off to college, scared as heck (the assignments,the deadlines,the sex ratio and ma rapacious building mates)and looking forward to it at the same time.
Boy, what a confusing world this is. It’s a good thing that along the way someone taught me how to be organized else I would really be in a mess, and i have a checklist in place.
My lap top, my music, my camera, my octopad, pen drives, glares, my CD/DVD software collections, my train tickets and my cellphone.Blankets, sheets, pillow & an LED torch.Clippers,combs, brushes, soap, towels,deodorants,slippers, underwears, socks,shoes,
jeans, t-shirts,Shirts..oh..and CASH!
My soul was definitely honoured!
Okay, now I am all ready to pack my bags and get things organised.
But gosh! wheres this all gonna fit in?
Neither did I want to take up coaching classes for CAT, BRAT, FAT or even a THAT.
I was always inclined towards marketing & advertising careers. To me, it was all about the job and the experience.I could hardly imagine myself being in a college all again.
I remember enrolling to a CAT enhancement module and my IMS counselor talking to me about the courses offered at MICA & SIMC on media and communications.
Sure a a lot of other friends told me the same thing,but CAT? Neva mind,we have multiple options in India.
SNAP fetched me a call. I was again bound by deadlines to complete and submit five different assignments.I converted the call and was asked to pay the fee amount.Another deadline.
I spent a hefty amount on my friends without realizing the pain of writing a statement of purpose,which again has a deadline.
Well, here I am going off to college, scared as heck (the assignments,the deadlines,the sex ratio and ma rapacious building mates)and looking forward to it at the same time.
Boy, what a confusing world this is. It’s a good thing that along the way someone taught me how to be organized else I would really be in a mess, and i have a checklist in place.
My lap top, my music, my camera, my octopad, pen drives, glares, my CD/DVD software collections, my train tickets and my cellphone.Blankets, sheets, pillow & an LED torch.Clippers,combs, brushes, soap, towels,deodorants,slippers, underwears, socks,shoes,
jeans, t-shirts,Shirts..oh..and CASH!
My soul was definitely honoured!
Okay, now I am all ready to pack my bags and get things organised.
But gosh! wheres this all gonna fit in?
Anxiety and apprehensions are overloaded on this blog, for a little break from the monotony. I was just telling a friend this morning how I made it to Symbi, she was very much amused that I made it through, in spite of myself.
So, it was in December last year that we appeared for our SNAP test. And it was exactly at this time that I was involved in a theater production. So from practice that day I stopped over at the nearest CCD picked up a pizza warp and an ulta perk (it was complimentary, and I insisted that I be given one), grub done; I was off to my SNAP Center. Damn! That place was comparable to the first day frenzy of a Rajni movie release in Chennai. And since I had not been to college in long, I had a mini reunion at the SNAP center as all these B Com/BAA/BCS students from my college were attempting SNAP for the MBA course.
Once I found my hall, which was a herculean task; again I compare it to procuring the 10buck tickets for the Rajni movie on the first day. Anyway, that was nothing in comparison to the ragging I was subject to once the test had commenced. Though thanks to my Current Affaris Paper (Yes, being a Journalism student, we have such subjects) I fared reasonably well in the General Awareness section. English was decent. But the rest was based on the probability that I learned in my Class Twelve Mathematics. Pssssst... Next time you attempt MCQ without negative marking ask me. Finally, it was a Joke.
Now comes the funniest part of the whole deal. I scored some strange 96 on some three digit number, all of a sudden a week later my score plunged to some 50 on something else. I was completely hopless about anything happening. But, I was proved wrong, a mail from SIMC landed up as SPAM in my account! They really wanted to interview me. It was crazy. What SIMC did and why, I have not been able to decipher to date.
Anyway, I procured all the necessary certificates and all articles of mine that have ever appeared in the papers and everything else that could somehow show SIMC that I am journalist material. After a long wait, I finally got to meet my interviewers, damn, the two men were out to rip me apart. And finally my conscience triumphed and I declared to them that I would leave my job and work for an NGO if I was not given an opportunity to do development journalism and civic stories! I had clearly lost all chances of any chance of going for the third round after that, I saw that the two people were pretty appalled at my reply.
But no! It was destiny that I had to be put through a month long 'assignmenting' session. Which also I survived. Despite all odds, by odds, I mean myself. Long evening walks gave me the inspiration I needed to work all night. And then eventually I utilised all the contacts I made in the field of media right from Sanjay Pinto to Veeraraghav and my notorious affinity for NGO's also was fruitful.
And then came the day. The day when I will be stressed, ragged, evaluated what not. My new definitions of Stress - What do you think of Matrimony?; Ragging - Whats the crime scenario in Mumbai; GD was cool - Gay marriages; UKC - The Supremo - So Sanjay, what do you think of Susmita?
The End. I made it. And now I have to face yoga, and assignments even before stepping into the Institute.
So, it was in December last year that we appeared for our SNAP test. And it was exactly at this time that I was involved in a theater production. So from practice that day I stopped over at the nearest CCD picked up a pizza warp and an ulta perk (it was complimentary, and I insisted that I be given one), grub done; I was off to my SNAP Center. Damn! That place was comparable to the first day frenzy of a Rajni movie release in Chennai. And since I had not been to college in long, I had a mini reunion at the SNAP center as all these B Com/BAA/BCS students from my college were attempting SNAP for the MBA course.
Once I found my hall, which was a herculean task; again I compare it to procuring the 10buck tickets for the Rajni movie on the first day. Anyway, that was nothing in comparison to the ragging I was subject to once the test had commenced. Though thanks to my Current Affaris Paper (Yes, being a Journalism student, we have such subjects) I fared reasonably well in the General Awareness section. English was decent. But the rest was based on the probability that I learned in my Class Twelve Mathematics. Pssssst... Next time you attempt MCQ without negative marking ask me. Finally, it was a Joke.
Now comes the funniest part of the whole deal. I scored some strange 96 on some three digit number, all of a sudden a week later my score plunged to some 50 on something else. I was completely hopless about anything happening. But, I was proved wrong, a mail from SIMC landed up as SPAM in my account! They really wanted to interview me. It was crazy. What SIMC did and why, I have not been able to decipher to date.
Anyway, I procured all the necessary certificates and all articles of mine that have ever appeared in the papers and everything else that could somehow show SIMC that I am journalist material. After a long wait, I finally got to meet my interviewers, damn, the two men were out to rip me apart. And finally my conscience triumphed and I declared to them that I would leave my job and work for an NGO if I was not given an opportunity to do development journalism and civic stories! I had clearly lost all chances of any chance of going for the third round after that, I saw that the two people were pretty appalled at my reply.
But no! It was destiny that I had to be put through a month long 'assignmenting' session. Which also I survived. Despite all odds, by odds, I mean myself. Long evening walks gave me the inspiration I needed to work all night. And then eventually I utilised all the contacts I made in the field of media right from Sanjay Pinto to Veeraraghav and my notorious affinity for NGO's also was fruitful.
And then came the day. The day when I will be stressed, ragged, evaluated what not. My new definitions of Stress - What do you think of Matrimony?; Ragging - Whats the crime scenario in Mumbai; GD was cool - Gay marriages; UKC - The Supremo - So Sanjay, what do you think of Susmita?
The End. I made it. And now I have to face yoga, and assignments even before stepping into the Institute.
Technically challenged!
In the past few days I realised that buying a laptop is a lot tougher than writing SNAP!
Conversation with a friend:
Me: So how do I buy a good laptop online? Just go to the website, click and buy?
Pal: Well you need to get the specs right.
Me: Specs? Ah that’s ok, I use contact lenses, and I don't suppose you need some kind of special glasses while using the laptop, do you?
Pal *rolling eyes*: Never mind!
I din't notice the exasperated sigh in his voice till good old 'Google' translated 'specs' as 'specifications'.
Well, I guess sometimes people need to be specific! Now that the basics was sorted, I drew myself to noting down the 'specifications' of the laptop, after a good fifteen minutes I came up with what I wanted-
SPECIFICATIONS (Typed in caps with bright Red font) - Black colour laptop and a nice black backpack.
I took a print out of this and handed it to my pal who gaped at the paper wide eyed. Enough indications to realise something was amiss (Err.. so specifications mean more eh?).The kind soul offered to write down the specifications for me, and I gladly accepted the generous gesture to save myself from further embarrassment.
1GB RAM memory, good graphics card, 160 GB hard drive, 15" monitor, DVD writer "That should do" he said finally putting down his pen. "Just go to the 'Dell' website and search for these specifications, I am sure you can handle this atleast?" he enquired."Oh yes yes! I sure can" I smiled.
Quite dutifully I spent an hour selecting specifications on the "Dell.com" website and finally clicked on the "State the quotation" button. The monitor displayed just one word and a few numbers- Price- 1,15000. "Gosh!! I don't have my roots in an aristocratic family to be able to afford that!" I yelled. My friend took a quick glance at the specifications I had entered and glared back at me "Girl, if you click on every option available in the 'customize' section, it obviously will cost you over a lakh! Please read what is written before you click on it! Why would you need a 'TV-out cable w/ SPDIF' a 'Deluxe pure black leather carry case' and a 'Dell USB external fingerprint reader?!” All he got for a reply was a blanked faced expression.
I aborted the mission and handed over the task to my pal who soon got busy searching a laptop for me."Hey how do you want the drives partitioned?" he quipped as he quickly browsed,"Er.. you mean a middle partition, side partition kind?" I stammered. Needless to say, silence reigned the rest of the laptop searching session.
Some people are just not meant to know certain skills; I am one who can't buy gadgets to save my life!
Conversation with a friend:
Me: So how do I buy a good laptop online? Just go to the website, click and buy?
Pal: Well you need to get the specs right.
Me: Specs? Ah that’s ok, I use contact lenses, and I don't suppose you need some kind of special glasses while using the laptop, do you?
Pal *rolling eyes*: Never mind!
I din't notice the exasperated sigh in his voice till good old 'Google' translated 'specs' as 'specifications'.
Well, I guess sometimes people need to be specific! Now that the basics was sorted, I drew myself to noting down the 'specifications' of the laptop, after a good fifteen minutes I came up with what I wanted-
SPECIFICATIONS (Typed in caps with bright Red font) - Black colour laptop and a nice black backpack.
I took a print out of this and handed it to my pal who gaped at the paper wide eyed. Enough indications to realise something was amiss (Err.. so specifications mean more eh?).The kind soul offered to write down the specifications for me, and I gladly accepted the generous gesture to save myself from further embarrassment.
1GB RAM memory, good graphics card, 160 GB hard drive, 15" monitor, DVD writer "That should do" he said finally putting down his pen. "Just go to the 'Dell' website and search for these specifications, I am sure you can handle this atleast?" he enquired."Oh yes yes! I sure can" I smiled.
Quite dutifully I spent an hour selecting specifications on the "Dell.com" website and finally clicked on the "State the quotation" button. The monitor displayed just one word and a few numbers- Price- 1,15000. "Gosh!! I don't have my roots in an aristocratic family to be able to afford that!" I yelled. My friend took a quick glance at the specifications I had entered and glared back at me "Girl, if you click on every option available in the 'customize' section, it obviously will cost you over a lakh! Please read what is written before you click on it! Why would you need a 'TV-out cable w/ SPDIF' a 'Deluxe pure black leather carry case' and a 'Dell USB external fingerprint reader?!” All he got for a reply was a blanked faced expression.
I aborted the mission and handed over the task to my pal who soon got busy searching a laptop for me."Hey how do you want the drives partitioned?" he quipped as he quickly browsed,"Er.. you mean a middle partition, side partition kind?" I stammered. Needless to say, silence reigned the rest of the laptop searching session.
Some people are just not meant to know certain skills; I am one who can't buy gadgets to save my life!
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Bend it like BABA-RAMDEV
This blog is dedicated to serious expressions and meaningful posts. I know that but this aint funny. It's a call from the tender heart behind the cage of my ribs that has raised its hand to say something. Karan Bhai, please don't mind if I let the kid speak. I was never prepared for it!!
I don’t know what you’re going through,
But I can feel the constipation
When I think of waking early
And drop at Yoga Session.
My bones are gonna rustle
And I’ll feel my every muscle
When, in an attempt to stretch them,
I will fight a mortal tussle.
I know it’s to keep healthy
But there is one thing that I know for sure,
This will land me in situation
Where I will need some osteopathic cure.
I don’t know what you’re going through
But I can smell some machination
This is to keep the class airy
And for that, encourage some cancellation(s).
This time, forgive me. I won't repeat the misconduct.
I don’t know what you’re going through,
But I can feel the constipation
When I think of waking early
And drop at Yoga Session.
My bones are gonna rustle
And I’ll feel my every muscle
When, in an attempt to stretch them,
I will fight a mortal tussle.
I know it’s to keep healthy
But there is one thing that I know for sure,
This will land me in situation
Where I will need some osteopathic cure.
I don’t know what you’re going through
But I can smell some machination
This is to keep the class airy
And for that, encourage some cancellation(s).
This time, forgive me. I won't repeat the misconduct.
Today's morning is indeed wiser than tomorrow's evening!
I wish to live only in the present, in this feeling instant: the rest is either past and gone or not yet revealed. I am not going to boast of tomorrow, because I know not what a day may bring forth. Since, time is the only critic without ambition, I shall abide by its liberties and its tyrannies. Around me I see people getting ready to live, never living, I don't want to spend time getting ready, I would rather go ahead and do the needful.
I would walk like I would never stop.
If I stop, I would not look back.
If I would look back, I would most definitely have a motive.
The motive would spell a sound reason.
A reason that would give me immense courage.
Courage that would resonate a spirit.
A spirit that would loom large.
It would be larger than life itself and
greater than existence itself.
An existence that would be really vast.
A vastness that would go beyond measure.
A confidence that would go past any doubt because
doubt inflicts weakness.
As weakness is synonymous with achilles' heel
determination is devoid of it!
Since doubt is a flaw,
resilience has no room for it!
As fortitude is like strength of the mind;
the stronger the mind,
the pliant would be the spirit!
-Never give in, except to convictions of honour and good sense.
I would walk like I would never stop.
If I stop, I would not look back.
If I would look back, I would most definitely have a motive.
The motive would spell a sound reason.
A reason that would give me immense courage.
Courage that would resonate a spirit.
A spirit that would loom large.
It would be larger than life itself and
greater than existence itself.
An existence that would be really vast.
A vastness that would go beyond measure.
A confidence that would go past any doubt because
doubt inflicts weakness.
As weakness is synonymous with achilles' heel
determination is devoid of it!
Since doubt is a flaw,
resilience has no room for it!
As fortitude is like strength of the mind;
the stronger the mind,
the pliant would be the spirit!
-Never give in, except to convictions of honour and good sense.
A Simple Life???
Life couldn’t have been simpler…or maybe it could have been more.
If I chose to sit in my room playing with my dolls instead of going out and scraping my knees in the mud.
If I chose to sleep on my comfortable bed instead of the floor coz my mom wouldn’t let my dog sleep with me on the bed.
If I chose to study one month before my exams and not a day before
If I chose to sit quietly and listen to my teacher while she wrongly rebuked a classmate instead of arguing.
If I chose to let things be and not pick up fights for my younger brother when he was being bullied.
If I chose to listen to all the rumors that were floating around and not stand by my friends.
If I chose to continue with my education instead of taking a break for a year and go on a path of self discovery and thereby burning quite a big hole in my fathers wallet.
If I chose to go off to sleep at 5:30 am instead of writing a post sharing some very intricate moments of my life which would hold no significance whatsoever for anyone viewing it and thus a colossal waste of time for the reader(for which the author profusely apologizes)
And as I was saying…
For me
Life couldn’t have been simpler…..or maybe it could have been more.
P.S. don’t ask me why I wrote this. This article ‘aint ever gonna serve no purpose…lol
Cheers!!
If I chose to sit in my room playing with my dolls instead of going out and scraping my knees in the mud.
If I chose to sleep on my comfortable bed instead of the floor coz my mom wouldn’t let my dog sleep with me on the bed.
If I chose to study one month before my exams and not a day before
If I chose to sit quietly and listen to my teacher while she wrongly rebuked a classmate instead of arguing.
If I chose to let things be and not pick up fights for my younger brother when he was being bullied.
If I chose to listen to all the rumors that were floating around and not stand by my friends.
If I chose to continue with my education instead of taking a break for a year and go on a path of self discovery and thereby burning quite a big hole in my fathers wallet.
If I chose to go off to sleep at 5:30 am instead of writing a post sharing some very intricate moments of my life which would hold no significance whatsoever for anyone viewing it and thus a colossal waste of time for the reader(for which the author profusely apologizes)
And as I was saying…
For me
Life couldn’t have been simpler…..or maybe it could have been more.
P.S. don’t ask me why I wrote this. This article ‘aint ever gonna serve no purpose…lol
Cheers!!
Friday, June 1, 2007
Yet another signpost on the way to my destination!
If I begin with certainties, I shall end in doubts; but if I begin with doubts, I shall end in certainties. Yes I know a life full of uncertainties can, at a point, get daunting but then you cannot learn to skate without being ridiculous and the ice of life is slippery. Today as I am packing my bags and getting ready to leave, there are certain doubts that are playing on my mind but then I cannot run away from life and from what it has in store for me, because he who neglects to drink of the spring of experience is apt to die of thirst in the desert of experience.
There is nothing in the world constant, but inconstantcy and we shall have to take solace in the fact that if life was devoid of pain, how would we be able to judge pleasure. I want to believe that there is nothing either easy or difficult, but thinking makes it so. I wish to be that optimist who proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds and not that pessimist who fears that this very fact is true.
Iam simply going to, dispassionately, tread along the path that I have in front of me now, without being opinionated because the more opinions you have the less you see. Truly there should be a tide in the affairs of us dreamers but then there is no gulf stream setting forever in one direction.There have been times when I have tried to be a philosopher; but in some discreet manner, cheerfulness was always creeping in. At other times, I have felt the need to be humorous but I don't know how meloncholy kept breaking in. But today I am satisfied because there is no greater anguish than to remember in black hours of sorrows, the joyful times and here I STAND, waiting in anticipation! I aspire to come out laughing joyously at the end of it all, because LAUGHTER IS THE SUN THAT DRIVES THE WINTER FROM THE HUMAN FACE!
There is nothing in the world constant, but inconstantcy and we shall have to take solace in the fact that if life was devoid of pain, how would we be able to judge pleasure. I want to believe that there is nothing either easy or difficult, but thinking makes it so. I wish to be that optimist who proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds and not that pessimist who fears that this very fact is true.
Iam simply going to, dispassionately, tread along the path that I have in front of me now, without being opinionated because the more opinions you have the less you see. Truly there should be a tide in the affairs of us dreamers but then there is no gulf stream setting forever in one direction.There have been times when I have tried to be a philosopher; but in some discreet manner, cheerfulness was always creeping in. At other times, I have felt the need to be humorous but I don't know how meloncholy kept breaking in. But today I am satisfied because there is no greater anguish than to remember in black hours of sorrows, the joyful times and here I STAND, waiting in anticipation! I aspire to come out laughing joyously at the end of it all, because LAUGHTER IS THE SUN THAT DRIVES THE WINTER FROM THE HUMAN FACE!
a new start
It still hasn't sunk in. The fact that in about two weeks, I'm going to be relocating my whole world for two whole years. When faces I don't even recall and people I haven't spoken to in ages come up to me and say 'Congrats!!!' with a wide smile and an awed look, my first reaction is to get confused as to why are they congratulating me. I keep forgetting that I've gotten into Symbiosis. At other times, there's nothing else I can think of.
In the book of my life, the Pune chapter is still a blank page. Anything can be written there. And that sense of unpredictability is what I'm looking forward and a wee bit nervous about too. Whether the turn of the tide of events will be in my favor or not. But then, I've been granted an opportunity to explore another facet of my personality in a totally different ambiance. A chance to right old wrongs. Discover hidden strength and potential. Be a new person. Meet wonderful people and get to know them. Work Hard. Play harder. But then, the more we think that things will be different, the more they remain the same. Does that even make sense????
As of now, I am just going with the flow. It's also a great excuse when people ask why are you procrastinating. I'd give a casual worldly look and say,' I prefer going with the flow'.
Yeah, I am not going to dwell on what could go wrong.
'Don't trouble trouble until trouble troubles you'...
In the book of my life, the Pune chapter is still a blank page. Anything can be written there. And that sense of unpredictability is what I'm looking forward and a wee bit nervous about too. Whether the turn of the tide of events will be in my favor or not. But then, I've been granted an opportunity to explore another facet of my personality in a totally different ambiance. A chance to right old wrongs. Discover hidden strength and potential. Be a new person. Meet wonderful people and get to know them. Work Hard. Play harder. But then, the more we think that things will be different, the more they remain the same. Does that even make sense????
As of now, I am just going with the flow. It's also a great excuse when people ask why are you procrastinating. I'd give a casual worldly look and say,' I prefer going with the flow'.
Yeah, I am not going to dwell on what could go wrong.
'Don't trouble trouble until trouble troubles you'...
I'd rather blog than write a statement of purpose!
Seriously, if only we were allowed to submit a blog instead of a statement of purpose i'd do that gladly!
As I try to stuff my belongings, fragments of the past, a few photographs..memories of this city revolve around my head. Yes its time to go.
( Error F89210! File refuses to sink in)
Already supersaturated by the variety of advice & instructions that I have recieved... I'm not really being able to feel anything in particular, except for maybe a bit of anxiety. Otherwise its excitement, happiness, nostalgia, little bit of sadness and all that jazz floating around somewhere in the subfolders of the backup devices of my heart.
The concern from the family forces (and other random forces) is obviously perfect patience testing material... but small talk questions just don't go beyond the following (maybe I should have recorded the answers to the following questions and played them everytime they were asked)
1. So, when do you come back? (Atleast let me leave!!)
2. Excited? ( Cliched question#1)
3. What are you doing about food/will you cook? (Everybody is entitled to have memorable disasters)
Ofcourse the ending to every discourse always goes like..."you will miss all of this/ you will realize once you go" Yep that's something that I don't have too many arguments against... My city and its flavor, the memories that I've made, the people...as much as i complain its all irreplacable but hey, there's Pune waiting to be loaded into the desktop of my life!
PS: Really want to see if all the promises made to us about trips to Goa would be fulfilled :D
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