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Okhay...first things first....

Well was watching auditions of MTV Roadies a few days back..Oorja, who was selected as a roadie last year and was first one to get eliminated, came again for the auditions... believe me Roadies is so addictive, be it watching r being one!

I guess she just wanted to meet Raghu and this is something I loved in the piece of conversation that they showed on Air. .many of u might have watched...might turn out to be a good motivator in the morning :-)

Oorja: y does this happen to me!!
Raghu: Nothing happens to u dear..u r the one who makes it happen..don't be a victim of circumstances, b a master of circumstances...

Oorja: Maine kya paaya hai?
Raghu: Mam apne kiya kya hai paane ke liye " (Bravo! I just loved this one )

so guys....if u really wanna achieve something, make efforts now...and be a winner!

Second things second..lol....College!!!

Well, here I'am, back to the grind that is my college.

So m back to my routine of not attending classes I'd paid for, to my routine of waking up just 20 mins before class, brushing n jumping into my clothes (often simultaneously) n then turning up for class about 30~40 minutes late. (yup its true..30~40 mins)
If the proff turns up before I do, and also happens to be a heartless evil lemming (which is, almost always), I just stroll to the canteen/tapri. Nothing like a cheap Rs. 2.00 glass of sickeningly sweet flavourless tea to kick out sleep of the system. At least for a while.


neways, when I get back to the college building for the second class, I'm all prepped up for some serious education.
It usually goes something like this.
Some teacher walks in, pulls out a couple of pages/chits/pen (well whatever the crap may b) from his pocket/s. He proceeds to scribble furiously on the blackboard trying to teach us the importance and conception of forces, heat flow, bending moment diagrams, quality management etc etc n so on. He goes on and on and on until I'm quite asleep.
This is about 5 minutes into the class. Then, for the remaining 95 minutes, I spend alternate mintues trying to wake up.
I fail miserably....or to say usually.

It's not as if I don't try to stay awake, but, they are equipped with a barrage of vexing subjects, dull personalities, annyoingly incorrect English, poor command of their subjects, and chalk powder.
And then, there's the deadliest weapon of all. A dull, boring monotone.

Every day, I survive class after class...and on and on and on!!!!!!

Usually, once the second half starts, I promptly doze off. After all, a little siesta couldn't hurt, eh?

At this point, it'd be good to clarify that I always sit in the very last bench. (or, the second last, sometimes).
It gives me more cover...n more power to hide :-)
I swear there are people who actually attend classes( want some names dude???), take notes, and listen to whatever is being taught.
Only, it's not my kind of thing. Not now.

On the positive side, I'm getting some extra endurance test....which'll probably help if i get into some b-skool kinda thing.
On the negative side, I'm not learning about a thing or two.

So, when you think about it, it might well be a win-win situation.

And what do I do if I'm ever asked a question in class? I use an ancient technique that everyone learns at school,
and uses till the last day of their lives.

"sorry sir, kal nahi aya tha"
I procrastinate.

Broken dreams....are good sometimes :-)

Its been more than a month something breathed in this blog...CAT results r out...and the verdict is in...
the dream of being in an IIM is still a dream..the unlucky number was 96.73, not in any way close to standard of IIMs.
But as they say life's all 'bout moving on..better luck next time.

Past six months or so has been wild...if i'am saying it wild..believe me real wild..cat preps and six strings ruined my
social life..everything gets utter screwed up when u cant get the right module time slots. When u realise that you have
to choose between what u want to b and the things u r getting for granted...hardly been to college entire sem..had very
limited contact wid frens and still wanted to keep up with my social life; and still yet to figure out was that worth?
answer to which is now impossible to reflect.

cat preps nd solitude for last 6-7 odd months made me realise that i'am no wiser then neone else...does this wisdom
makes me wiser??..

so the question is what next? As frenz often ask..abe kya decide kiya fir??!!
well thats a tough one...what next? the choice was between b-skools next to IIMs and CAT 08..to be very frank
after much of introspection i found that there was no choice at all..for past half an year or so had that wierd feeling..a severely acute desperation to be in an IIM..and it felt so right..so generously spirited..i don't want this feeling to go away so easily..
i don't want to be a person for the rest of life thinking "shayad ek baar try karta tou IIM me hota"..
so what this time i coudn't..I will get up and work. I will push myself harder, and will ensure that i will follow the 3 golden words
to success. Citius , Altius and Fortius. Hope that this time i'll snatch that last inch which i missed this year..
As someone rightly said "Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies."


meanwhile forgot that still there are lot of pending work to be sorted out..like need to rush some important project notes
before the deadline (abhinav will kill me if i don't),
and turning up for random gatherings( shael in particular :-)
and in the midst of all these, tell yourself that you want to really put in good effort this year..coz this year its now or never...
where in the world do you find the right frame of mind to do it - its going to be challenging.

CAT 08 here i come.