The testimonies of time

It's often said "The journey is more important than the destination". If you happen to delve on this in depth, you realize this applies to plenty of things in life: Aiming for that out of turn promotion, wooing your future spouse, preparing for that elusive job, trying to clear that tough entrance test, and the like... In the process, when there is a period of undefined uncertainty, when a positive outcome is doubtful, there lies the beauty of positive motivation. Although you might not be fully capable of achieving one particular goal, the bliss of uncertainty and the dreams of "what if", make you travel to the heavens and beyond, probably to a "perfect life" you've been seeking. Regardless of the output, the process makes you a learned person, with more wisdom and the strength to handle a similar situation in the future. Its rightly said "Learn to love the journey, failure will only be an outcome you wouldn't bother to regret...

Discontentment leads to unhappiness, which in turn leads to the mind spiraling into negative thoughts. It is in these moments that you are unable to forgive others and let go of failures. If you are happy and content with your life, the power to forgive and let go of negativities becomes several times stronger, and every negative vibe seems like a triviality you shouldn't bother about. Try to lead a life which makes you happy from within, instead of trying to find contentment from others and external factors, which is never sustainable. ~Musings on Sunday

So the long enduring voyage of MBA preparation and admissions has finally culminated. Spanning several months in duration, it's been a fulfilling and enlightening experience to say the least. I had often come across various personal interview (PI) experiences of past aspirants. I often wondered what was so big about an interview.. The airs and the hype have finally cleared.. The 'big' interviews had some funny as well as 'not at all funny' moments. But they have altered the course of life in a very interesting way.. some of those amusing instances in the top B-schools need to be shared.. so here goes.. The interviewers are represented as I1, I2, I3. And they were mostly a blend of middle aged and experienced industry experts in most colleges. EXCERPTS- @ IIM-C ( I3 turned out to be from gurgaon only and happened to know a lot about the place and the area where I lived.) ………… I3: so you think gurgaon has turned up well? Me: yes sir, it’s a popular perception. I3: so...

I close the door.. I grab a chair. I look up in the mirror.. I see a silhouette, unrecognizable, peering through.. I dont see the beady eyes... I dont see the pursed lips.. Am i sad? I aint happy.. I dont feel the expressions.. I dont see a smile.. I dont feel an anguish.. The hair aren't strewn.. Am i awake? I aint in slumber.. I dont see an attire.. I dont see any prints..They appear eroded, faded.. Covered with ebony soot as if.. Am i achromatic? I aint much vibrant.. I dont like those lights.. They spread the luminance around.. Why waste it? I dont like sunlight.. Revealing the numbness.. Am i insecure? I aint much confident.. I like the night.. When its dark.. No soul breathes around.. Breathes under my neck.. Lets me be free.. To forage around.. Spread my wings.. Am i nocturnal? I aint luminiferous.. I am a mere reflection.. I dont feel your dismay, your shame.. I dont enjoy your ecstasy, your success.. Am i myself? I aint a stranger.. I do comprehend my consternation.. I wan...

I have an 'unusual' friend.. staying with me at home.. Its not unusual to have 'unusual' friends nowadays though.. Most of my peers flaunt one.. From the very inception of the 'friendly earth' space odyssey in the last century, 'unusual' people, or aliens (as famously known) have taken quite a fancy to our planet.. Aliens gading around our earth in pairs is a pretty common site.. I fondly remember the day when we managed to establish contacts with the first extraterrestrial clan in space.. Our centuries old quest for life in space had finally bore results.. We had achieved what our ancestors had long coveted.. We've come a long way since.. The intermingling of communities was a natural consequence.. Yes, i go to school.. I have to be there each day..From evening to night.. It was called off yesterday, when the mega air generators developed a technical snag.. The enclosed glass building went short of air.. My teacher teaches us a lot of new things.. T...

l ike the light at the end of the tunnel.., the impenetrable darkness never fades, like the fragrance of the flowers.., the leaves break and wither to all shades... like the stars scintillating at night.., the summer sun singes the sand, like the tranquil breeze through the hair.., the prodigious high tides lash the land... like the green cover in the forest.., the deserts line the map of earth, like the ethereal fog on the cold surface.., to carbon black smoke there's no dearth... like the serene blue skies.., the honks-brawls never cease, like the 'sweet dream' each night.., the nightmare perturbs thy ease... like the path that lies ahead.., the trail left behind is daunting, like the heights newly attained.., the GHOSTS of the past are HAUNTING...

Hmmm.. So I’ve been on a thinking spree.. On a rather enchanting yet arduous one at that.. It’s like that giant joy ride at the amusement park that amuses you first but as the speed increases to its max, you begin to feel nauseous..!! I guess that's what free time does to you. Your self-proclaimed-introspection by way of your random-to-the-core tut-tuts and self inflicted scrutinies start taking up gigantic concrete forms, much like that of a rotten shady egg, smelling profoundly of squalor, the sudden shattering of which threatens to engulf your senses in a vast sludge of delusional emotions which have this tendency to play havoc-havoc with your normal disposition.. So when this rotten demoniacal egg assumes a size that would put a dinosaur to a complex, it becomes vital to make the egg boil taking care to keep it from rupture, and ensuring at the same time the slime is quietly transformed to a soft disposable mass.. And thence thou embark on thy blogging voyage..:P No, I’m not ...