Freedom

So August is coming to an end. A month which I can relate with the month of that sure shot, highly awaited, mid of the year, mid of the month holiday (also GrandPa's B Day!). This year too the day reminded me of freedom but of a different kind. The one which liberates you out of the confinements of your limiting thoughts. which bind you and stop you from living. After all it's a freedom which makes life appear so small, in this big world..

which makes you want to travel around all the places you ever can..

which makes you want to read everything which you like..

which makes you tired of missing opportunities..

which makes you take the risks worth the gain..

which makes you want to attempt the basket like that 5'2'' guy with a ball in his hand..

 which makes you realize that success is a step ahead your fear of failure..

which makes you dance like no one is watching..

which makes you update blog with posts like these coz' you either come back with a bang! or you just don't!

Life

Fear is not a bad thing..

It tells future better than any astrology ring..

But how would have I known? 

I grew up reading the TOI columns,

which somehow just never made good sense. 

But I was naive.. 

Looking for a glimpse of future at all the wrong places.

When it was right inside me. 

Hidden beautifully

Like that lightening in a cold dark lone night

Which gets more scary when it flashes 

For it shows how the place would have looked yesterday 

maybe it looks the same tomorrow.

Fear flashes future

Is what I have learnt

For it disappears 

As life presents

Now you know why I titled this poem Life,

It made as much sense as the title..quite literally.

Oh! MBA

Life has taken a big turn upside down. And it still feels dizzy inside (how I just hate roller coasters!)

Let me be honest and simply accept this - I had always prepared to get into my dream B-School and dreamt of a starry job after it but I had never actually thought of 'Life in a B-School'. Confessing this (yes that seems to be the buzzword around on the FB pages, the poor priest at the church has his own parity issues now :|) I just can't blame the 1 year so far at MBA for how much life has changed!

Abandoning the deary old blog for BIG 3 months that's a whole quarter gone waste and  is such a lagging indicator (uff! spare those MBA terminologies) Enough done.Things gotta get back on track now. I mean writing just doesn't need to end up on reports or those big article writing competitions neither do traveling has to be just for exams/competitions/placements.

Do I hear cribbing? Not exactly! Putting back my optimistic mode on, it actually feels good to be

> On the other side of those PagalGuy B-School top 10 rankings

> Doing a 'good' Post Grad is a boost enough in front of those 'when-are-you-marrying' hungry Indian relatives

> It is actually a long break from work and summer internships are a happy reminder of that fact

> Actually being part of an MBA classroom with a diverse batch, meeting new group of people and blah blah

> Remembering all those shiny phrases used in the Why MBA essays and interview preparation answers.. few things do make more sense in them

( Gosh! Did I just made those bullet points? I was searching for smart arts next!
No exaggeration intended)

Fine, I do get senti about those top-ratings and appraisals at work and compare it with the initial not-so-good GPAs but then wasn't being a student the easiest job on earth! To my utter surprise the strategy class and all those talks amidst those heavenly short naps on 'core values' and the importance of those mission/vision statements definitely make world a better place to live if you simply stick to your cores. It actually feels good to have some realizations and focus back on track; courtesy the summer breaks (read internship) for the much needed time at Home, that too at my (well - almost) first innings with family in the national capital which deserves another good post for sure.

PS. Few things just make you feel at home..Feels good to Blog again :)

A Poem Sans Sense

Neither the past nor the future..

the bliss is here in the present..

sayeth so all the wise men..

but none explained how to make it happen..

If memories did not exist..

wouldn't the world be better..

would it not be helpful..

if there was no sense of future..

For I would then forget..

and you won't have to remember..

the beauty of the present..

was all we could have had when togther