I can’t believe how fast time flies. It feels like it was just the other day that I was struggling with my Mock-CATS. The frustration I felt back then was so strong, I can still almost reach out and touch it. But that is a different story altogether.
It seems like just yesterday that I received my IBS interview call letter. It was the 31st of December 2007, and my parents were thrilled that I had received my first call. “See, this shows that the New Year will be very lucky for you,” they said. Now that I look back, I think they were right.
I remember the day of my interview. It was raining like crazy, and in that biting cold weather, after cursing the illogical rickshaw-wallahs of Hyderabad, my father and I got into a crowded bus to the IBS headquarters. Ten hours later, I had my confirmed call letter in my hand. I was going to join this college. My MBA was about to begin. FINALLY.
And now, here I am, five months away from graduating. But now, I do not want to leave. I do not want this to end. I do not know where and how a year and a half just whizzed past. There was a time when I thought that MBA will ruin my happiness because I did not think I had the remotest aptitude for it – my fears worsened when my colleague at work told me, while I was preparing for CAT, that I will never make any friends in MBA.
But you know what? Everyone was proved wrong. Me included. Because I can vouch for the fact that my MBA is the most amount of fun I have had so far in my academic life. It hasn’t been the smoothest ride, but had it been one, I wouldn’t have been the changed person I am today.
And about what my colleague said, I can only smile when I think of how incorrect she was. I’ve met the most amazing people here, and I know most of them will be friends for years to come.
I know college life is still not over, and there is a teensy chance that, God forbid, my remaining months here at IBS may not be as much fun, but I just know that no matter what happens, I will look back on MBA, and smile. Because I will remember these moments – moments when I realized that God loved me enough to prove everyone wrong.
Much Love,
Me.
Hi,Friend...just wanted to thank you for being so patient with me even though I don't use you enough.Even though I am unable to do justice to you. You've helped me feel really good,and very connected to Life ever so often...and even though I can't spend enough time with you, I want you to know that I will always value you like crazy,even if I have my own share of hiatuses.
Love you,Blog...thank you for being there always! :)
Always,
Me.
Of all the things in this world, Life is the most unpredictable, and Death, the most predictable.
I cannot sleep over fights.Never.
Sometimes,I think it would be absolute bliss to care a fuck.And I aspire to be there someday.
I don't like it when people go far away. And I don't mean emotionally...I just don't like them to be so far away that I cannot get up and go meet them in fifteen minutes flat.
Most of my relatives have lived in a different city-sometimes even a different country.Some of my closest friends too. And the funniest(sarcastically) bit of my life is,that as long as I am not particularly close to a person, the person lives close enough.And then, soon after we are inseparable,somehow or the other,the person has to move away.
I know many of you will vouch for the uncontained thrill of seeing a loved one after really long.But I would still prefer having all of them by my side.And hanging out with them whenever I could.
If I were given one single wish for a lifetime,a power that I could use at will, I would change the rules of the Atlas.
Much Love,
Me.
