A lot has happened since I last wrote. It feels rather odd to be typing out my thoughts again.
A LOT of things were happening in life, which is what prevented me from writing. In reality, all the things that happened were more or less so weird, painful, exhilarating, that it is hard to put them into words. Some of these emotions are so private, meant for solitary ruminations, that it really becomes difficult to express them, even aloud, even if it is just me in front of the mirror.
So, it all started when I got admission to IIM Indore!!! The enormity, as I once told Mihir, is yet to sink in. Unbelievable, but true. So the last 2 months have revolved around planning the minutest details of my travel and stay for 2 years at the Indian Institute of Management, Indore, India. That, and eating, sleeping, watching TV, eating, sleeping.
And now I am finally here. It is a tantalising feeling, I must say. Since noon, I had these weird feeling in my stomach. I wasn’t concentrating at things I usually do. The moment we left, there was a lump in my stomach, a burning down my intestines. The moment we turned the corner off AB Road, and glimpsed the IIM logo painted atop the water tank, I could feel myself bubbling with excitement like a 5 year old.
The location and the place is spectacular to say the least. Situated atop a hill (rather unoriginally named “Prabandh Shikhar”, which directly translates into “Management Mountain”????), it gives a breathtaking view of the entire habitation sprawled around it. In the distance are lots of mountains, in varying shades of blue, azure and grey. I first moved into the Hostel Blocks to get my room. I have been allotted B-218. Rather sad block to be in; it’s the oldest, hence the most unclean and un-cool .
I did meet a lot of the other denizens of Planet-i, as we call it. Most of them had arrived today, and had spent the larger part of the day unpacking, hanging about, finishing formalities. Now we all plan to meet for dinner, from there head to the Auditorium for the SWAC address (which probably is an excuse for ragging), and lastly the Euro Final at 12.15 AM. SO I really don’t know when I’ll be back to my room on my first day at IIM Indore.
Way to start! Cheers! Later.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
'Swades' style
Something eerie happened the other day.
I was travelling back home from Hadapsar, and caught a shared 6-seater on the way. These are diesel auto-rickshaws, larger in size than the regular ones, and supposed to seat 6 people (including the driver). They actually fit 11 including the driver!
But what the heck, it's fun riding one if you get to sit at the back, with one leg and your ehad outside the rickshaw. So, anyway, this time I didn;t get my favourite seat. i was squashed on the inside of the rear section, with the shabby man smelling of country liqour. As usual, I had my MP3 in my ears, and quite oddly enough, it started playing 'Swades'. The setting was perfect, the situation was almost the same, and so was the transportation! Phew, eerie!!!
I was travelling back home from Hadapsar, and caught a shared 6-seater on the way. These are diesel auto-rickshaws, larger in size than the regular ones, and supposed to seat 6 people (including the driver). They actually fit 11 including the driver!
But what the heck, it's fun riding one if you get to sit at the back, with one leg and your ehad outside the rickshaw. So, anyway, this time I didn;t get my favourite seat. i was squashed on the inside of the rear section, with the shabby man smelling of country liqour. As usual, I had my MP3 in my ears, and quite oddly enough, it started playing 'Swades'. The setting was perfect, the situation was almost the same, and so was the transportation! Phew, eerie!!!
Recapitulation
A lot has happened since I last wrote. And that is partially the reason why I did not write anything for a long time.
1. Still trying to gather the ruins.
2. Got admission to one of the premier institutes in the country, and obviously, I am joining college soon. Had to quit my current job for that.
3. Totally immersed in thinking about the new college. All day all I think of is alumni-fresher meets, things to buy, climate at the new place, the course pedagogy, preparatory studies etc.
1. Still trying to gather the ruins.
2. Got admission to one of the premier institutes in the country, and obviously, I am joining college soon. Had to quit my current job for that.
3. Totally immersed in thinking about the new college. All day all I think of is alumni-fresher meets, things to buy, climate at the new place, the course pedagogy, preparatory studies etc.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
A most tumultous time...
This past 2 weeks, have been one of the most tumultous times I've been through...
1) I've had my life ripped apart, rent and torn to shreds. I've tried picking up the pieces, but it's tough.
2) Professional life is hard strung, what with delayed results and close-to-impossible assignments at work.
3) One of my best friends broke-up, and for that, I've kept my problems on the back-burner to try and be there for my friend.
4) And my nephew was born yesterday!!! Trust me, it really is one of the most beautiful sights I've seen till now. No kidding, you don't need a photo, you don't need a picture postcard, that image of that little kid in the cradle, all wrapped up, eyes scrunged tight shut, two soft feet wrapped in socks, and those tiny hands with the tiny soft fingers... the joyous father, the grandparents, the aunt... and most of all the mother... that tired, yet absolutely contented look on her face... I'll never forget those images for the rest of my life...
1) I've had my life ripped apart, rent and torn to shreds. I've tried picking up the pieces, but it's tough.
2) Professional life is hard strung, what with delayed results and close-to-impossible assignments at work.
3) One of my best friends broke-up, and for that, I've kept my problems on the back-burner to try and be there for my friend.
4) And my nephew was born yesterday!!! Trust me, it really is one of the most beautiful sights I've seen till now. No kidding, you don't need a photo, you don't need a picture postcard, that image of that little kid in the cradle, all wrapped up, eyes scrunged tight shut, two soft feet wrapped in socks, and those tiny hands with the tiny soft fingers... the joyous father, the grandparents, the aunt... and most of all the mother... that tired, yet absolutely contented look on her face... I'll never forget those images for the rest of my life...
Love, actually...
This something blew my head off when I heard it the first time... and since then, I've not seen this part of the movie again... Never had to... the dialogue is still buzzing in my head...
Movie: "Good Will Hunting". Sean Maguire (Robin Williams) is breaking apart Will Hunting's (Matt Damon) smugness of the previous meeting with a calculated, well thought over analysis of his behavior. This is part of what he says...
"... And if I asked you about women I'm sure you could give me a syllabus of your personal favorites, and maybe you've been laid a few times too. But you couldn't tell me how it feels to wake up next to a woman and be truly happy. If I asked you about war you could refer me to a bevy of fictional and non-fictional material, but you've never been in one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him draw his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love I'd get a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been truly vulnerable. Known that someone could kill you with a look. That someone could rescue you from grief. That God had put an angel on Earth just for you. And you wouldn't know how it felt to be her angel. To have the love to be there for her forever. Through anything, through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand and not leaving because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term "visiting hours" didn't apply to you. And you wouldn't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you lose something you love more than yourself, and you've never dared to love anything that much."
Movie: "Good Will Hunting". Sean Maguire (Robin Williams) is breaking apart Will Hunting's (Matt Damon) smugness of the previous meeting with a calculated, well thought over analysis of his behavior. This is part of what he says...
"... And if I asked you about women I'm sure you could give me a syllabus of your personal favorites, and maybe you've been laid a few times too. But you couldn't tell me how it feels to wake up next to a woman and be truly happy. If I asked you about war you could refer me to a bevy of fictional and non-fictional material, but you've never been in one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him draw his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love I'd get a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been truly vulnerable. Known that someone could kill you with a look. That someone could rescue you from grief. That God had put an angel on Earth just for you. And you wouldn't know how it felt to be her angel. To have the love to be there for her forever. Through anything, through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand and not leaving because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term "visiting hours" didn't apply to you. And you wouldn't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you lose something you love more than yourself, and you've never dared to love anything that much."
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
How embarassing is this???!!!
Happened to notice this rather embarassing incident (fortunately, I wasn't the subject).
I was waiting at a road divider to cross. The trafffic on the road in front of me was yet to stop, while the ones behind me had already halted. There was this cute girl riding pillion with most probably a boyfriend. Now we all know that most Indian signal/street junctions have urchins selling anything from cleaning mops to Harry Potter novels. So here there were these two girls selling roses.
Often, they are ready to pounce onn lovey-dovey couples and almost compel them to buy roses. And we try to shoo them off. Now, I observed, this girl saw the urchins and was longingly looking at the roses. As the urchin girl advanced in their direction, I could see a smile come across her face, hoping she would be asked, and maybe she would buy them too.
But to my utter surprize (and her utter discomfiture), the rose seller simply overlooked her, walked passed, and got busy with something else!! Now how embarassing is that!!!
I was waiting at a road divider to cross. The trafffic on the road in front of me was yet to stop, while the ones behind me had already halted. There was this cute girl riding pillion with most probably a boyfriend. Now we all know that most Indian signal/street junctions have urchins selling anything from cleaning mops to Harry Potter novels. So here there were these two girls selling roses.
Often, they are ready to pounce onn lovey-dovey couples and almost compel them to buy roses. And we try to shoo them off. Now, I observed, this girl saw the urchins and was longingly looking at the roses. As the urchin girl advanced in their direction, I could see a smile come across her face, hoping she would be asked, and maybe she would buy them too.
But to my utter surprize (and her utter discomfiture), the rose seller simply overlooked her, walked passed, and got busy with something else!! Now how embarassing is that!!!
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