Happy Birthday, Sri!!!

There is Melody in your voice,

There is Music in your name,

Priceless is your Laughter,

Like the Freshness of Rain…

Your eyes light up at simple joys

Your words have a mind of their own

Your smile can break through darkness

With you around, one is never alone

A friend like you is a Rarity,

Someone we will always treasure,

And on this birthday and forever, Sri,

We wish you Happiness beyond Measure!



Wishing You The Best Always,

ALL OF US!!!!!

On Mistakes...

Sometimes, you make mistakes. And that is absolutely alright. I wouldn't have learnt so much if I hadn't made my share of mistakes...and what is more,I still have LOTS of learning to do!!

Much Love,

Me.

Just...once more...

I'm going away......away.......away..............

Silence...

Probably for the first time in my life, I do not want to speak.I do not know why.

I have tried Speech...now, I want to try Silence.Maybe because that is the only way out.

Much Love,

Me.

The New Season In Our Lives...

This is what they call the ‘Placement Season’. Maybe I should’ve put those two words in capitals – it is kind of a big deal, you know. All of a sudden, I can see the students of my batch being segregated on the basis of ‘Placed’ and ‘Not Placed’. Those who are placed are happy and relaxed, those who aren’t are anxious, fidgety and en route to becoming frustrated.

All these months, I kept telling myself that I wouldn’t allow this placement stress to affect me. But the strange bit is that with the onset of this ‘new season’ in our MBA life, the pressure is more than palpable. It is still early, I know – college goes on for four more months - but since education today is all about ‘relativity’, the creation of this pressure, this stress, is also something that comes about looking at others.

Some of my batchmates will get placed early enough, some will get placed late, and some of them will not get placed at all. That is all, and that is absolutely okay. I do not want to get stuck in that rut of “i-did-not-get-placed-but-he-did-and-therefore-i-must-be-dumb-the-selection-procedure-was-stupid-the-whole-thing-is-a-farce-why-was-i-rejected-what-will-become-of-me-now”…you get the idea. I want to remember that this is just a teensy part of life. I am capable enough of getting a good job, and making it on my own; a few random selection procedures cannot dictate or define my caliber.

Do I sound confident, or do I sound defensive? Again, that is a question of relativity. The fact is, I don’t really want to care. Everything will happen when it has to. All I can do is work hard. And I know I will.

Much Love,

Me.

just...(one more)

I love you,God.Lots.

:-)

"Words"

There are things I want to say. But then,silence has its own virtues...and lack of expression, its own bliss.

Much love,

Me.