Here ends Another Day..

So, another day has come to its close. And how close are we to our respective goals, ambitions, targets etcetera? Ahem.. Next question please! Lolsss... So people. Another day's past. Today seemed to have passed me by pretty quickly, for more reasons than one. Starting with the first reason, I woke up around a little past one in the afternoon.. He he. Well, I did go attend my cat class in the morning. After such an extracting morning, sone ka break toh bantha hai jaani.. He he. Ok, jokes apart (say, why do they use that expression? Lets diagnose that later. For now..) the second reason today seemed to have passed me by so soon was becuase I managed to hit upon some really sweet and some really interesting and some very special (not guys, you cheapskates!!!....) songs.. He he. Ya. Some really sweet and nice songs. Some mushy mushy, some pretty jumpy. And some very niceeee songs. Oh I almost forgot. You must be wondering, am I just gonna go rant on like anything? Lol.. Well.... Had a little (mis) adventure today morning on my way to the cat class. For a class at 6:15am, I groggily woke up to my friend's call, at around 6:25am. And, yelp! I realised I was late. And just bolted out with whatever I could find relevant, to the class, of course. And off I zoomed, on my grey activa, riding with the wind. One with the forces of nature. Like nothing can ever stop me, when, out of nowhere, suddenly one kambaqat signal comes up in front of me and I realise it might be nice for me to stop and let the lorry chap pass by, in peace. And so I hit the brakes, on a lot of scattered sand. You guessed right. I skid my way to glory. But does that stop our super girl from reaching her destination? Not in your dreams! Lol.. I skid. And managed to hold onto my bike, and my bike onto me. Well, point is, I made it without falling down, thankfully. And made it to class, if not on time, at least a little later. Had a Co-ordinate Geometry and Trigonometry basics. I remember doing those in my twelfth, like some two odd years ago. Not so long ago, put in words, but in reality, its quite a long long time ago, as far as the mind is concerned. Anyways, it felt nice, revisiting all those old concepts. You develop a sort of attachment to these chapters I guess. Both geometry as well as us, get battered on and on meaninglessly and purposeless and definitely uselessly. Lol.. Anyways, until tomorrow then. Chao... :)

Welcom, D-Day, They Seem to be Saying

Now that there's precisely 1 month and 6 days left for the CAT-07, even the faculty's out sermonising on pressure and time management skills. Chill out, Go watch a movie, they say. Sure thing, just try telling my mom that! Lol.. So here, I've got the whole day ahead of me. A sprawling beautiful day. Some 11odd hours before we can call it another day. I'm not getting more detailed than that. Spare me the math, please! Had a Time and Distance Class today morning. It was fun, probably because I discovered I could actually solve some sums. He he..

It's easier to just say manage your time well people, take care of it. But HOW, is the million dollar question. Oh, here I'd definitely say, its easier said than done. People say a lot of things don't they? Where there is a will there is a way. The busiest person is the one with time for everything. An ant epitomises hard work; etc etc etc. Well.. Coming to the implementation part of it, God knows! Anyways, there should something worth reporting by the end of the day, at least. With that hope, let me sign off..

Another morning. Another Day. We're in the future! As far as yesterday is concerned, as Calvin would've said. And what difference have we, been able to make to our lives? Uhm.. Next question please. Boy, who said you had to radically change your life in a span of one day? Of course, a beginning could be made. Nothing wrong in that. Only, where to start from and what to do? Coffee, yes. Paper. Ya, I should at least look at the thing, considering its subscribed for, for my exclusive reading purposes. Okay, successful evocation of some amount of guilt. But its almost shower time. And time for CAT class. Seriously, I don't see any reason why an ex-IIM-ian's auto-bigraphies or experiences should sell and an IIM-aspirant's shouldn't. I mean, it's just two different stages in the same thing, only IF I can manage to get myself there. Anyways, point I'm trying to make is this, the experiences, the struggles(especially of waking up so darn early) and all the practice exercise books handed down to ever time-ian are experiences worth recording and reading too.

Gee. I never understand the ideology behind keeping oneself utterly busy and exhausted at every time and point of the day and earning huge sums of money and then saying "Life HAS to be better than this". That's the last thing I'd want to do, I suppose. Not that that life's out there waiting for me, with devouring eyes. Hmm.. Nice imagination. But nopes. Anyways, the clock reminds I still have a class to attend and another whole day to go through and "utilise" in the right direction. So.. So long!..

Musings of a(not so) Idle Mind...

Things are easier said than done. "Says who??" I would've said until about a few years ago too, almost. But now, I'm beginning to consider the gravity of that statement. Ah well, I'm just wondering what my other options would be, if I didn't make it through to a somewhat decent B-School with somewhat decent credentials to show. I could always take singing big time and pursue it seriously. But of late, I'm beginning to have my own doubts about that, considering I haven't been able to strike one high note in a long long time. This really is some food for thought, isn't it? I wonder if everyone single person goes through so much dilemma when it comes to figuring out a career. Of course they would. Unless they had a dad like "aravind" from Bommarillu. Now where the hell did that pop up from, I wonder. Maybe I was thinking along the lines of film journalist. Yeah! Now THAT sounds like a lot of fun. Only, who'd hire me. I was thinking somehting more adventurous. Like scuba diving perhaps? Naa. Kidding. I'm way too hydrophobic to jump into an ocean head first. Okay people, before I go any further, I find it absolutely necessary, in fact, there's this pressing matter calling for my attention, that tells me I must tell you something. It is this, that I have been on a heavy diet of Calvin and Hobbes of late and hence anything I may say here may seem affected by the Calvinian perception of the Calvinian Theory. And it may not be entirely wrong.. ;) Well, I am forced to stop this one here for lack of any better waves striking me right now. So stay tuned. And you may actually get to read something that remotely resembles sense in the sequel most probably. Chow!

D-Day Ahoy!

Okay. Since the Doomsday of my life, the one event that will change the course of my life forever and irrevocably, the day that will decide my destiny henceforth, the one defining day of my life, enough adjectives I believe, anyways, the day for CAT-07 is on the anvil, I decided it was about time I flexed my grey cells a bit and saw to what extent the vocab and intensice reading exercises(brief in my case) have helped boost my chances of survival in the competition. Simply put, I have an exam tomorrow and have hence decided to waste my time a bit in front of the idiot box (or maybe note book? cos its a laptop) and silence my guilt by justifying it as an exertation of the brain cells. Well, tough times, like these, call for effective measures, of loosening up the strained energies(mostly negative) and release the pressure. What better way than to tranfer it on to the readers? Not that they're sitting there waiting for it. But what the heck, what you read affects you. Why do people get tensed? (or take tension as some of my friends succintly put it, much to the discomfort of my ears). Nervous disorder? Peer pressure? Other external sources of pressure? Or the inevitable internal pressure(coming from home, ie;) or is it just a way of life? To be honest, it has become a way of life with me. I can't seem to be able to help it. Not that it helps me perform better or strive harder or push myself more or any other such constructive purpose in life. It just aggravates my sense of discomfort as regards exams. I hate them. Who doesn't, you say. Well, yes. Who can be blamed for that. I wonder if it's the education system that instills such utter disgust in us, or the parent-element or the societal aspect or what? In toto, it has to be a bit of all. But still, especially at times like these, seem to have all sorts of these revolutionary ideas of renovating and completely changing the education system in India, radically, so that no one would dread exams so. Its a tough job, yes. But it's not impossible. I mean, not after a debilitated indian Cricket Team CAN win against a defending champion like Australia. I guess that's a bad example to quote, considering the inconsistent performance of our team India as also the irrelevance. What am i talking about? I don't know and I dont really think I care all that much either, as long as my fingers keep typing and I'm letting off some energy this way. What was I talking about initially? Pressure. Yes. Really, if the kind of competition here wasnt so bad and if we really had a much better ( read qualified, capable and dedicated) teaching staff all over the place, who, instead of being the butt of all the jokes in a student's life, can actually be role models, at the primary level, to start with, something of a change can actually start to happen. Who is to blame for all of this? Our economy, which is still in its nascence of staggering altitude? Our inefficient leadership at the top notch? Our laggard nationalistic orientation, which instills a sense of patriotism and international competition? Or, boiling down to the individual, our own lack of interest and dedication to our respective jobs, whatever they may be? As in a previous illustration, I guess its a combination of all, with varying degrees of each. Are we lacking enough motivational speakers in our nation? We often get to read of some so-and-so motivational speaker, shipped in from some exotic foreign locale, which happens to be an economy worth emulating, come to grace and enlighten the staffs of the various Fortune-500 sorts of companies, here in India. My question, do we have to start something of that sort at the school levels too, while the teachers' (as well as teaching standards and methodologies and technologies adopted) are changed gradually? Sounds far-fetched? Perhaps. Well, we dont need an imported motivational speaker. A national, who is equally effective would do. But it IS a start, in the right direction. Of course, its sad we need to hire motivators right from the school level, but what the heck! Look at the kind of attitudes and priorities kids foster, right from their schooling, thanks to their materialistic growing up environs! Parents are no exception to this influence. Not that they can really be blamed. But, isn't it time we started paying a little more attention to the bigger picture too? Like the nation as a whole? Well, this could be one step more, towards something that may lead to a better tomorrow. Layman's terms and understanding and presentation, I know. But its just an idea.