Thursday, October 1, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Was the day everything went wrong..
I am now ready to talk about an incident I have never fully discussed with anyone..
That was the day I went for an interview at IIT Kanpur for admission in their MBA program
How I wish I hadn’t..
What follows is a highly exaggerated account of events of that doomed day.
Believe at your own risk! (Actually I’m too embarrassed to admit that each one of those things actually happened!:P)
Well, the day started off pretty well..( In fact I think it was fabulous when compared to the rest!)
I, with daddy dearest, reached Kanpur Central in the morning.(He still doesn’t let me travel alone!!)X-(
We took an auto and the auto driver seemed to know the what/why/when/where of my visit. IIT is the most happening place in town, you see. Some city!:P
After that the entire day seemed to spiral downwards!
We were supposed to get an accommodation in the visitor’s hostel.
Yes. You guessed it right. No rooms available.
So we were given separate rooms in separate hostels so that we ended up paying double the amount!
We could have managed that easily had my father not been a lazy uncle and got his cellphone roaming activated eons ago.
We decided on a time to meet. Next came the sharing of resources. That meant putting the toothpaste on my toothbrush and giving it to him. Cutting the soap into half. We actually took the concept of travelling light too far. But uptil then we managed, I convinced myself. I shouldn’t have ignored my gut!
I had enough time before the interview. While I was waiting I got a call from the organizers that my ‘roomy’ was on the way!!
A roommate?? Hello?? I don’t want one! What if she turns out to be a complete chatterbox. I needed to sleep.
What if she has a better rank than me?
Worse, what if she was prettier than me (which is pretty easy to be)??
I’ve always been averse to any kind of unnecessary interaction. As my mother puts it, I am anti-social.:P
So now I would have a roommate in this short a stay.
No problem. I can handle it.
Well she came. She seemed friendly and well..lets say..I had no problems with her! :D
But then she asked me of something I couldn’t refuse. She had to do her kriya. Yes, yes..the one they teach you in the Art of Living. That meant I had to leave. Well, OK.
I complied and went on a walk, came back, slept, woke up, got ready for the interview.
Went outside the hostel. Tried to have a look at myself in the glass door and..oh..i fell.
Yes. In front of atleast a dozen people. In my business suit. Before an interview.
My dad came running and picked me up!( just the way they show in of those life insurance ads)
I’m OK..it’s OK dad..sigh!
Lets just go..alright?
So off I went.
A presentation. A bus ride to the interview venue. And then a long wait.
So long that the candidates became friends. So long that weather changed outside. So long that we lost interest!
The best part.
I was the last candidate to be interviewed.
The last candidate of the day.
The last candidate of the entire process.
Now, that’s not very encouraging!
Finally my turn. The student volunteers celebrated as the 3 day ordeal came to an end for them. For me, the ordeal had just begun.
Q:How does touchscreen technology work?
A: mumble jumble.
Q: are u never curious about it? (googly)
A: some more mumbling.
Q: so why do u have less marks?
A: well, I didn’t work hard enough. :P (bhaad mein jao)
Q: here’s a question on probability.
A: here is the solution.
Q: are you sure.
A: yes mam.
In the middle of it, a chaabi waala banged onto the door to signal that he now had to close the room.
That was it.
in less than 10 minutes, it was over!
and then i had to get back to the hostel. now the worst part of being the last one was that the bus didn't think it had enough patience to wait for me. so i had to go back. with a senior. sitting on the carrier of a bicycle.(yes, i cannot ride one myself.never learnt it.long story)
And then the journey back to delhi.
Yes, I forgot to mention that while we were all chatting, a very considerate senior told me that the trains had been running late since a couple of days.
I didn’t take notice.
I should have.
Waiting on the railway station for 7 hours wasn’t something I was looking forward to.
But that was it.
The longest day of my life had finally come to an end.
The day I became a believer...in the Murphy’s law!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Once again, my friends, I dawdle..
Forgive me but I just couldn’t stop..
So here I go, on a subject which is clearly the most fascinating, talked about, revered, enchanting and also the most overrated of all times.
Many a times, It’s led to heart breaks, broken families and sometimes (or maybe just once) even wars.
Sadly, It is also a subject I’m yet to understand, too lazy to organize my thoughts upon, too scared to pass a judgment on.
In my 22 years of otherwise dull existence, if there is something I’ve realized, it is probably the fact that It is not meant for the faint hearted.
Trust me, I shudder as I type. :P
So what exactly makes two cheerful, easygoing yuppies fall into a bottomless pit of emotions (which may not be necessarily pretty). The worst part being, they don’t even realize how/what/when did cupid strike. The otherwise stable, balanced, thinking people lose control and worse, lose choice!
One day you are all happy and gay (please, please..no stale jokes here!), living your life to the hilt, and before you know it you can’t stop feeling pathetic about the fact that a certain someone saw it when you bumped into the glass door because you couldn’t take your eyes off them and your jaw dropped below your shoulders when they smiled at you and all you could manage were grunts when they said ‘Hi!’.
Some say it’s a chemical locha that makes the world go round (or maybe upside down).
Some say it’s the stars.
I just don’t think I’m certified to comment.
They’ll crib, they’ll cry, they’ll be jealous, they’ll play, they’ll ponder, they’ll resign, they’ll renounce, they’ll smother, they’ll suffocate. They’ll kill.
And they say it’s a happy place!
Love, positively, should be a negative emotion!
Surprisingly it is not!
They say, it gives them strength, smiles, a reason to succeed, a reason to live. A life worth living. A ride worthwhile!
They say that’s all they need. Everything, the only thing they want.
It’s not a drug but more like the sun. Bright and happy but totally indispensable.
It makes criminals. Its makes poets. It makes drunkards. But it also makes marvels.
As for me, I simply fail to understand…
Monday, July 27, 2009
After much thought and debate, I've decided to express my thoughts on something that has caught my attention lately.
Now, it might be sacrilegious to some, but I can no longer suppress how I feel.
About the most irritating habits of toddlers and their proud, gushing parents.
Now let’s not get judgmental here. I am patient, loving and sensitive to kids.
What I am not patient to are the new parents and how they’d take it for granted that their kids are equally special to all and sundry.
So here comes a post, that might put an end to my blogging career, reduce my already dismal list of followers and upset the sentiments of the beaming couples out there!
Yes. That is how strongly I feel about it.
#1 Well, surely your kid has just started to talk and nothing else could matter anymore, but would you please stop making those incessant phone calls so that he/she could ‘talk’ to me? Cos, I definitely don’t know how to respond to ‘badabing kaboom’!
7 times a day!
#2 All kids are allowed to throw a tantrum while eating. Your kid was born with that privilege too. And I am more than willing to help. But please, for once, stop scaring the little soul out of his/her wits by threats of a ‘kala baba’ who roams at night, picks up kids who don’t eat and lives in the store room of every household.
#3 Stop, just stop laughing at every thing your kid says. At least don’t expect me to follow suit.
#4 It’s not cute when they go around slapping people, spitting on anyone, banging things on people’s heads and breaking stuff…So wipe that grin off your dumb faces and STOP them!
All said, my niece is the cutest little person I’ve come across. And she’s just started to talk. Maybe you’d like a conversation. ;)
Friday, June 19, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
So i thought ,back then, that i'll create a smart,funny,introspective alter ego through this very effective medium.but now that noone has bothered to read the damned thing,leave alone commenting on it, i'd rather say what i want without worrying too much about sounding stupid:P
Last week,i read it in a newspaper,that how Mr.Advani was using the power of blogs for his election campaign.That filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction and respect(for myself and my initiative).
But then I read it further to know that Blogs were "so 2007!" and now "everyone was on twitter(??)".
So i am two years too late and now i'll have to discover that twitter thing..
But till then,i'll be here..writin for myself..in my personal space(i hope u see the bleak irony in this;)).