kaha hai mera ram........
Stories with a historic and magical touch have always fascinated me. Be it the Arabian Nights, the good old Panchatantra tales or the latest Harry Potter flick. They have an element of suprise and mystery which adds value.
Sindabad the sailor sets off in search of a treasure. He has a goal in his mind. An ambition, a burning desire waiting to be fullfilled. Its like his goal of life. But what after it. Spending years in persuit of an objective, finally achieving it.......what next!!!! Suddenly life is listless and incomplete. So then he sets off again, setting new standards and aiming for more booty. For dreams to transpire to reality we need inspiration.
I am in search for mine. For the last couple of years, I have been vying for an admission into a foriegn university of repute. My journey began from Standford and has come down now to TiasNimbas. The former needs no introduction while the latter is an unknown quantity.Wow! having achieved what I have wanted all this time, I don't feel so great. Partly because my parents are dead against it. And more so because even I for it costs a fortune and takes out one year of my life. Now as it is being rightly pointed out the programme doesn't really warrants the big wigs that accompany similar programmes from the Ivy league Schools. Therefore it becomes absolutely vital for me to be convinced about its utility before making up my mind to go ahead.
Now the question how to determine it? Haha! no laughing matter this. Anyways I am trying to search for an answer. For any ways and suggestions, I am all ears.........
moments
''Days come and days go,
Time passes before you even know.
But moments like these are so special,
That you treasure them for ever.......''
copy right of the above text rests with authorYes there are some days you would rather forget, others you cherish. I remember the joy of scoring the highest marks in my favourite subject in school, the sheer thrill winning a match for my team and the excitement of securing my first job. These were all minor incidents that had a major impact on my life. Yes the happiness we derive out of our efforts reaping rewards is unparalled. The first time is always that very special. You never know how you would feel until it actually happens.
Let me rewind and take you back to my MBA days. Now I have a family of toppers. Both my parents excelled in academia. Even my sister was among the top students in class. I, on the other hand was an average student. Atleast my marks suggested so. Now to their credit they never put any pressure on me to perform. They were always supportive of me but I at the back of my mind, I knew they had a lot expectations out of me.
My father thought an MBA was necessary for me so I ended up in Amity. No one really expected me to do wonders here. Initially to commute, I would take a lift from a classmate. That helped me get past the first year. Trouble began when in the the second year, we had different classes and timings. Travelling to and fro became a real hassle. My friends helped out every now and then. But I really hoped to have my own convence. And, I couldn't possibly ask my parents to buy me a car, considering my credentials.
Strange are the ways of life, you strike gold when you expect it the least. It was placement time in campus. The placement week had began. This was an acid test. Telling you in no uncertain terms, where you stand. On 13 December 2005, I had an offer letter from AFL Pvt Ltd. I had beaten scores of other individuals to secure a coveted job. My father read my offer letter with great pride and disbelief. They actually think my son is worth this much. I had secured one of the better placements offered on campus with a good pay pakcage. Suddenly my worth shot up. I was no longer a under achiever. I could see a new found respect in their eyes for me. And by January I had a shinning new car, by my side ending my commutation woes.
My premise behind sharing this story is not to emphasise about my achievement but to help you comprehend how I feel today. Even then I took my friends out for a ride and it was fun. But today, I drove them in my own car.
I have driven many cars before. As I took delievery of my first car, it was a feeling like no other. This one I have earned. Even though it is the cheapest car in world, I am proud of it. For it bears my name tag and I bought out of my own pocket. Big or small, pretty or ugly this one is mine and I simply love it. It will have special place in my heart and remain forver ethced in memory.
a little sad, a little bad, year hasn't been that bad
Well this is my 1st blog in the year 2010. This year began unlike the other years. The usal buzz and glitz that usually surrounds the begining of a new year is missing. None the less, I have a gut feel that this going to be my year. Although this isn't the first time that I have felt this way. So much so for my killer instinct. My mind is fresh and waiting to encapsulate new concepts and ideas.
I watched 3 idiots on the new year's eve. In a way it reminded of my college days in Amity. It was my coming of age phase. Begining to understand my strengths and capabilities, I learned to carve a niche for myself. Instead of craming lessons, their application became more important. Lectures were transformed into discussions and there was so much to learn and understand. Also in the company if my friends ( I made my best friends here) I reveled and evolved as a person. My phobia of expressing my ideas was history. I was now more focussed on learning to present them more purposefully. This is something which I am still working on though. And soon I would have my shot at destiny. Until then, I reckon patience is the key word. Every dog has his day, and as my friend famously announced all men our dogs. So this dog is waiting for his day.
There are some incidents that have a tremendous impact on your life. They leave an imprint that is indellible. The sudden demise of my nani was a real shock. I was half asleep when my sister woke me up. She was crying and muttering something. I rubbed my eyes as she broke the news to me. My first reaction was, this is a dream. It can't be, until yesterday she was hail and harty then how come all of a sudden. One day you are alive and kicking, the other day all that is left of you is ashes. In my cousin's engagement party seeing all the grannies together, my mind quirped, arey nani kaha hai. Then came the realisation. Anyways life has to move on and so do we.
My parents have been bride hunting for me. I have always wondered how the arranged marriage thing works. Its a little scary when you agree to spend the rest of your life together with a stranger whom you would have met two, three times at best. In my experience people have changed in spite of knowing each other for years. With time their preferences, tastes and views no longer match. Take my example. I have had several crushes. But after knowing the girls more closely in person, the myth about their beauty was broken. Since you were unable to make a choice for yourself, then you have no option but to trust the judgement of your parents. To find not just anyone or someone but the 'one' whom I can love and trust to spend my life is a challenge.
This is year when I would have a realistic shot to fullfill my dreams. Its my year.
