Friending days…

Meeting them is always so much fun…old friends…who had once been a part of your life…a life in your life…not forgotten and yet forgotten…loved and yet not loved…missed and yet so much not missed…and suddenly u turn a corner to find them standing….waiting…leading you through an entire memory lane full with wonderful and colourful memoir.

This too would pass…probably this might not even count…and yet they seem to leave an impression which you believe would last for a life time!!!

I linger around…trying to capture everything…but of course…this too would pass!

Death Aplenty!!!!

Everyday it’s a massacre. Right?

First time you get a mail, you rush to the notice board to be disappointed. Next time, you walk down the gallery with cautious steps. Eventually you have to drag yourself to face it yet again. The disappointment, the frustration!!

You desperately seek your name amongst the shortlisted students and wonder what did you lack or what did your resume lack. Is it because I am not from an IIT, or is it because I missed out on a good JEE rank? It could be because I did not perform during my professional career or may be I am no good at all. You try to reason it out but that makes things worse. Reasoning leads to further depression, because what other reason can you attribute to the utterly miserable state of affairs other than that you are a worthless moron.

And ah! the dreams you had. Dreams of attaining salvation, of washing off your earlier sins and of a fresh beginning.

But still you hope.

And one fine day, even hope deserts you for how long can you cling to this eighth sin. And the worst part, you still have to continue with your normal life, attend classes, write quizzes, be awake during endless PPTs…

That is it all about. Isn’t? The game should go on. For there are many more to come.

@ Back to iSkool

Two weeks at IIM B, and I am still to get into the rhythm of the place. I suppose things would eventually settle down, but the frenzied pace itself is overwhelming. Failures, success, passion, disappointments, enthu…..and the list goes on and on…..

One and half hour of class is difficult at a stretch and I dozed of a zillion times in the classroom in just a week. Am trying to device new ways of “staying alive”.