The testimonies of time

A friend in-deed

2011-08-07T11:46:00.001+05:30

I walk this bitter but coveted road, 
follow me.. to the end of my way.., 
the path seems stony virulent at length, 
help i need against all my fray..  

I observe whenever the sky above, 
vast and erratic it fears my ride..,
 you remind its bright and but pretty,
 the eagles and kites explore it wide..

  The trees grow out wide and tall,
 aren't they to catch the bird as its prey..?
 Beautify splendid the ambience they make,
 world exists thrives on em you say.. 

 the wind flows runs rather fast,
 twister it might create i'm afraid..,
 allay you do my anxiety my dismay,
 fragrance sweet and life it’s said to trade..

  The crowd armed pushes kills ahead,
 care shall they, i follow what they do?
 Dispel the thought you ask of me,
 help they will as allies in a crew..

 I feel lost dejected at times..
 you walk up by my side,
place your warm soothing hand.., 
forge ahead I shall you wish,
resting are demons within, not on land..  

"The storm after the lull.."

2011-06-12T20:28:00.033+05:30

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 tell me about the development of gurgaon. Whats been good and what bad..
Me: looooongish answer. (included the rich-poor divide and infra problems)
I3: (visibly impressed) so palam vihar( I mentioned I lived here) is an authorized colony?
Me: yes sir.. its ansals palam vihar..
(all 3 look at each other and say ok thanks, you can go now)
I3: ( as I got up) just one thing, you happen to know anyone by the name of Piyush Upmanyu in ITM(our clg which I had mentioned)?
Me: (thinking wow!!) yes sir, he’s in the 4th year in the EI batch. I know him by face.( I was smiling like anything)
I3: ok that’s good. Good luck to you.
…………
p.s. I3 turned out to be the maternal uncle of piyush upmanyu as I Iater enquired from him, and he had told him I had a good chance.

@ IIM-L

( we had to fill a personal information form which included basic details like marks, college, parents info etc)
…………
I1: ( reading the form carefully) you are from IIM-Gurgaon?
Me: No sir, its ITM gurgaon. ( trying to figure out if this was intentional from him)
I1: (smirk)
Me: ( Aaaaah, intentional) (wanted to pick up my shoe at the moment)
I2: ok so anurag, have you been to a village?
Me: yes sir. (details)
I2: ok so tell me how do villagers use tractors for irrigation in the fields?
Me: (what!?!) uhhh.. I haven’t seen sir.
I1: try and think. You are an engineer. How can it be used?
Me: (gave some logic)
I1: ok how would you figure out which tractor to buy if you had a field? I mean there are different varieties available isn’t it.
Me: (WHAT?!?) (again some logic)
I2: ok how is the internal construction of a tractor different from a normal automobile?
Me: (duhhh…)
I2: can an engine of a powerful car be used as it is in a tractor?
…………
p.s. absolutely 'tractorized'..:p

@ SIBM-Pune
…………
I1: so you’ve have completed school, engineering, both from gurgaon, while staying at home?
Me: yes mam, and it suited me..
I1: so if you get selected here, this will the first time for you outside of home.
Me: yes mam, I am looking forward to it.
I1: yes you should. But you have any idea how difficult an mba course is? I think you’ll be busy adjusting for the two years outside home.. I don’t think u can do justice to the course..
Me: (smirk & conviction) blah blah…
…………

@NMIMS- Mumbai
…………
I1: so you filled HR at a higher preference than BM(banking mgmt)?
Me: yeah I have an interest in HR +(details)
I2: but why did you fill BM at all if you don’t have an interest in it?
Me: I didn’t know a field could be left blank. Was that an option? ( involuntary chuckle)
I1: ( he saw it) what if you get BM and not HR?
Me: sir NM is better known for finance courses,..( shudnt hv said that)
I1: (latching on to it) aaaah.. there we go.. so the usual rat race.. you should know your strengths and weaknesses and go by them, not by ‘industry forces’.. thats the problem with freshers isn't it. the only thing they hear and see is investment banks..
Me: (now was the chance) blah blah blaaaaaaaah…
I1: (not convinced) whats the role of banks in the EU crisis? is there any?

Me: blaaaah...

I1: (he wudn't give up) what is the optimum rate of inflation?

I1 wasn't to be convinced at any point after that..:p

…………

@ MDI

(here one of the interviewers (I2) was surprisingly young, perhaps just about 3-4 years elder to me)
…………
I1: so anurag, you are a fresher.. have you got a placement yet?
Me: (hehe well prepared) no sir, I haven’t been sitting for them.(more crap)
I1: ok if you get one, what is going to be the expected package?
Me: sir around 4-5 lpa if I be optimistic.
I1: hmmm and after an MBA your starting package will be?
Me: sir I read the recent placement report of MDI. Its avg package is 13.8 lpa.
I1: you know this is the problem with the Indian youth. Everyone wants an MBA after engineering.. and the reason is clear..
Me: sir that is not the case, some people I know from my very own class aren’t interested in MBA at all and they didn’t give CAT. (mentioned some good performers and told they only wanted engineering jobs. \m/ ) (gave more logic of the usual- 'why mba')
I2: (I1 just kept staring from then on) anurag whats the boiling point of nitrogen?
Me: some logic (did not mention any figure)
I2: (one after the other, without caring what I was answering)
what are the components inside a compressor?
can we use aluminium alloys for it?
What is a binary vapour cycle?
What is the law of refrigeration?
In a refrigerator, how do we maintain two different temperatures by using the same compressor?
…………
p.s. clearly, I2 was a mechanical engineer.. and a recent one…:p

@IIM-I

( I mentioned somewhere I liked machines)
I1: what kind of machines do u like? What is so special?
Me: answered
I1: ok what is a machine?
Me: (started with something really technical.. ) sir, it’s a contrivance.. (stopped) uhh sir actually..( gave the exact definition given by rancho in 3 idiots ;) )
I1: (instantly, laughing out loud) you do watch a lot of movies isn’t it?
Me: sir I think you are a follower too.. (wide grin)

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It’s all been an enlightening experience. Every single interview teaches new things and more aspects of the personality to delve into. “ know yourself better” has been the impetus behind PI preparations. I discovered some characteristics which I never knew could even be discovered. Perhaps that is why they say this process is perfect for selections to these B-schools..

p.s. there were a lot more of such instances but it would become too long a pst to include them all..;)

FINAL STATUS-

Calls: IIM-C, IIM-L(ABM), IIM-I, IIMs-R,R,T, MDI, SIBM-P, NMIMS, SCMHRD, IMT

Converts- IIM-L(ABM), IIM-I, IIMs- R,R,T, MDI, SIBM-P, NMIMS-HR, SCMHRD, IMT
Joining- IIM-I

"Am i myself..??"

2011-03-10T20:03:00.000+05:30

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 want to be free.. I want exoneration..

From your soul.. From your guilt.. From YOUR world..

Who am i?

I am your SHADOW.. Your night shadow..

The 31st century...

2010-12-10T18:28:00.000+05:30

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.. The onus is really on the comparison of our earth as it had been in the past and as it puts up now.. She says they had tall green living species called 'trees' which gave them oxygen to breathe.. I cant connect to it.. Why would any living being give away its produce for free?
Their food comprised of 'fruits' of plants! I guess they wouldn't have to pay for the nutrition centers, that we visit once a week for our bodily requirements..

She says the temperatures hovered between 20 to 40 degrees around the world! What a damned cold place it would have been!! We don't even have temperatures that low at the north pole today!

Further, There were distinct portions of land called countries and the inhabitants fought over pieces of land!! No such issue with us, considering we spend most our time in air or in space..; most of the 'land' is gobbled up by the seas anyway..

At my domed air sack at home, i usually get across my time by the Time Transporter Modules.. I use my Telepathic Ports to play and chat with my friends on nearby planets.. Some of them had to leave earth during the Resettlement Operation last year.. The 10x Master Processor randomly lists out the inhabitants to be transported every 5 years in order to decongest the overcrowded planet..

I have to help my 'unusual' friend as well, somehow.. He fears getting out in the sun..He cant bear the atmospheric conditions too much..He says his species are in danger of being wiped off..I know how the flora and fauna were wiped off in the early ages... He tells me he is a homo sapien.. I know i should help him reach the Species Conservation Centre across the globe..The aquarium is indispensable for the fishes..

After all, HUMAN BEINGS are an Endangered Species..

Similitude...

2010-08-18T16:40:00.000+05:30

like 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...

cometh the hour, cometh the thoughts..

2010-07-02T00:16:00.000+05:30

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 considering going for that course in MBS (masters in blogging psychology), but believe me, its awfully apt.. Without dragging any more of my feet around, here's an instance that lead to all this..

All of us make decisions.. At all the crucial junctures (& not so crucial junctures) of our life.. It’s hard to make certain decisions because of our wariness and the supposed susceptibility of those decisions to turn into blunders.. But we do give ‘em our best shot.. Then comes a certain point in our lives where we think it should've been better, or worse, makes us think how can anything lead to all this?? This is where the crucial decisions start taking their toll.. We try and scrutinize every incorrect decision we took and rue the very day we made it.. But do we do the same when we get at a point where we get something better than our expectations? hell..!! We give the achievement credit to luck..!! Didn’t we make certain right decisions then..?

The more you'll dwell into it the more you’ll realize that our fear and over-concern for the ‘bad’ decisions is the missing link to this crazy piece of puzzle... They tend to influence us more because we let them do it...

I’d rather suggest we should just watch more Hollywood stuff.. like Dr. Stephen Hawkins.. And advise against making decisions at all, or lest the more advanced marauding aliens might raid the earth for human brains..:p

Do you have the time...?

2010-04-14T22:08:00.000+05:30

"What are you trying to do !!?" I exclaimed as I noticed my fellow engineering classmate copying out chemical reactions on a notebook, from a 12th class chemistry book, a coupla days before our sessional exams, My mind in its workshops started exploring possible responses as it took a devoted ride of all our engineering subjects trying to link them with 12th class chemistry. But each connection seemed preposterous and futile..

And then she spoke.. Her words struck me like a jolt from the sky and i could feel my ears ringing with the reply.. "I’m making notes for my younger bro in class 12 who's going to appear for boards soon." i was simply awestruck to say the least. I recalled how i had reacted when my sister called me up for her doubts and queries last day. The instinctive guilt and self reproach flooded in, like a stream of wind on a chilly winter night.

expressing my introspective thoughts and my rationale was hence due..

This world moves at a fast pace.. Faster than we perceive it is, theoretically.. Fast it is., for look around you, who's got time? Everyone seems to be 'getting late' for one thing or the other, striving to catch up with the elusive time in his/her life.. Pragmatically analyzing, apathetic or not, one would have to anxiously contort(not really desirable this) his/her arduous schedule in order to help someone out at short notice.. Fast it is, for scrutinize the people around you, who cares? Think deeply, people seem to care and worry only about the people who have their lives intertwined with their own.. Every single person, with his/her own sense of the world, seems to be justified in whatever he/she is doing, vying for that 'ultimate' goal of his/her life.. Slow, the world gets, only for those who lose track, or the ability to forge ahead like the rest to achieve what they want.. The experienced have cried- Stop not, for you'll be left behind.., transforming your march in a rather steep climb, post your trivial lull.. A climb that is denunciated, for it carries through till the very end..

Utterly Cynical you think then, is all this?? The opinion well, is divided., amongst those who have TIME for all this and amongst those who don’t really care. I know I dont.., but yep, got enough to catch the irony..!!

Ground Zero...!!

2009-11-01T16:50:00.004+05:30

“delta force on stand by…”
“start work on ground zero…”
“roger that…!!”

no I’m not planning bombarding any enemy base with nuclear WMDs..Literary WMDs are the order of the day. The military perceives “ground zero” in a completely different manner than what I reckon.., it’d be advisable to warn the people interested in the armed forces that the matter might be so not ‘ground zeroish’..!!

for starters, ground zero is exactly how I feel trying to post something here after a long gap.. abstract nonsense being my forte, a ground zero article on the same fascinating phrase is not something to put for an exhibition anyway..I’ll still try do some justice...

life itself personifies ground zero in umpteen no. of ways.. wonder how u work really hard for something and it falls out all of a sudden leaving u stranded at the same point u had started building it from, it gives a feeling of remoteness, the unpleasant placidity of solitude which exactly defines this zero ground..The path from this point is steep and often deemed condemnable..

and i can go on and on, on this abstractionism..

but my special reference is to the one manifestation most of the undergraduate students face during graduation.. MTECH or MBA or MS..? Which exam to pursue..?? When to start..??? the current world scenario(read recession) has lead to one thing remarkably, it has narrowed the window of opportunities for a graduate.. Thus it has inevitably lead to an increase in the rush towards the masters.. Now, how is it any better than the dilemma in grade 11, or how is the fight (read preparation) any worse than the rat race in grade 12, I wonder..
the question is enigmatic.. And so is ground zero..

Ground negative anyone???

The Mystical Inspiration...

2009-05-15T03:43:00.000+05:30

The lightening streak, in clouds eluded,

purposeless seemed any deed..,
the sun, moon & the world merely lingered,
inspiration they didn’t much breed..

I was stuck in the tornado of time,
going on and on with no clear site..,
days just strolled past in dismay,
the aviator couldn’t control a kite..

This all ceased, that one day,
when winds cleared the hazed..,
I felt a light brimming me inside,
as I saw the prettiest damsel I’d gazed..

As you walked past with panache,
personifying a gorgeous tide..,
the aura binded my erratic thoughts,
and I felt the trance by the side..

Like rose petals floating on pristine water,
your hair danced to the tunes of air..,
the simple attire appeared ethereal,
akin to snowtops conjuring the glare..

My heart seemed exhilarated,
thumping.. Yes! I could hear the sound..,
my hands acknowledged the transfix,
the bemused legs lingered on the ground..,

I watched thy silhouette fade away,
till the distance as it faded away..,
I held myself stirred to the soul,
enchanted I returned, cleared of all GREY…

The Unfollowed Path...

2009-03-15T02:56:00.000+05:30

Grab ahoy! the first hold,
alone on the untreaded, tread on..,
lays your destiny its subtle steps,
for long in your slumber it has drawn..

Dread not the splinters on the way,
hardly do they pierce deep..,
aware you are, of the road at length,
you’ve carved it in your sleep..

“A cul-de-sac”, its called by the clique,
there’s nothing more futile they say..,
the denunciation, oh! its amusing,
luster you behold beyond the fray..

The path is at large picturesque,
positive perspective here, seals the deal..,
enthralling so is the destination,
adversities as many, let the road reveal..

The scattered sunrays mark its daytime,
crafting shadows where the trees intrude..,
mystical lights ornament the night,
dancing across the surface, they elude..

Your peers, still are loath,
wedge, their feet may, in the swamp..,
fret no bar for the intrepid,
lotuses, you foresee, after the tramp..

Grab ahoy! the first hold,
alone on the unfollowed, forge on,
honor... yes, glory! awaits the inventor,
your reverie, on a canvas, been drawn..

UNTAGGING

2009-02-28T16:17:00.020+05:30

Well well.. so then i'm dragged.. uh i mean tagged by this very unreserved counterpart ms Swagatika.. And as i forayed, it turned out to be quite amusing.. The rule says- you have to answer the questions with images and minimum possible description.. Here goes my journey...

The age you will be on your next birthday:

A Place you would like to travel to:

Your favourite place:

Diplomacy never hurt!!

Your favourite food:

A dominos meal..

Your favourite Drink:

Your favourite pet:

Minimum mess i guess..

Your favourite color combination:

Contrasting colors...
Scientifically too, contrasting colors are the perfect combinations.. eg purple+yellow

Your favourite piece of Clothing:

an immaculate tuxedo..

The town in which you live:

The millenium city.. gurgaon

Your dream job:

How about being the global ceo of citibank? I know mr.Pandit is taking home just $1, but that's his own decision.. I'll add some zeroes...!!

The first thing you will buy if you get a million dollars:

My dream machine- the AUDI R8

Your all time favourite Song:

Not easy to select one song from this freakin awesome album..!!!

Your favourite TV shows:

Your nickname:

I never said i was humble...!!

The one thing you will like to do before you die:

Find
True love, if it exists...

So.. thats my journey.. into myself... although this goes against my idea of blogging, its quite fun.. Thanks swagatika... PS if you liked this, have time and haven't done it before, consider yourself dr(t)agged and go on...

The Railways saga...

2009-02-18T18:20:00.018+05:30

Study 1: 14.02.2009
"What’s in Rs 90,000 crore??" is the question then.. Its a bloody humungous amount thats what!! To think of a public sector undertaking in India accumulating that amount of profit in five years is sincerely interesting and awe- inspiring.. Yep, thats the "cash surplus" the Indian railways has piled up in the 5 yrs of Mr. Lalu's tenure..Our esteemed union railways minister really deserves accolades for the insurmountable turnaround he has allegedly brought about, especially when the public subsidiary was facing almost certain bankruptcy some years back.. The extent of popularity of his laurels can be gauged by the fact that students from Harvard university flew down to India for a lecture..The Indian railways has been transformed from a bulky ‘elephant’ to a swift 'cheetah' for sure..

Study 2 14.02.2009
At least 12 people were killed and many others injured when the superfast coromandel express derailed in Orissa, once again planting a question mark on the vulnerability of the system. As the railways minister announced compensation for the victims, 3 possible reasons for the derailment were cited by local officials- an inexperienced driver, poor condition of tracks or malfunctioning of the old and dilapidated shifting track system.. It'll have to be sheer neglect if not inadequacy of funds as the reason behind it..

Study 3 11.02.2009

A report by Hindustan Times, a leading daily in Delhi, portrayed the appalling standards in the coaches of one of the busiest routes of the Indian railways. Filthy toilets, scores of rats and roaches, smelly bedrolls and poor hospitality are frequent problems most passengers have to deal with.. With garbage strewn around and unhygienic food being served, the travel is no less than an ordeal most of the times. The conclusion reached was that the services on Indian railways had well, exacerbated.. Sheer neglect again i would say..

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The 'cause and effect relationship' is defied here I reckon.. The railways might be basking in glory for the financial heights it has reached but the truth is travelers continue to endure all these adversities (primarily due to neglect) for the uncomplicated plausible reason that there actually is no other affordable means of transport for long distances suitable to the populous lower and lower middle class groups.. The railways should be deemed more than just a profit vending machine and the time has come it should try to measure up some justice to its financial records for it to really set an exemplification in public sector governance..

Slum+dog+millionaire+india

2009-01-26T11:37:00.026+05:30

“5 stars!!!” I squeaked in disbelief as I felt my brow ascend to my forehead, which had contorted as well, gazing at the Saturday HT column. I felt my mind wander back in a trance; back to the time when I had gained it, much enough to analyze the ratings and reviews; stroll from the Chak de Indias to the Bourne Ultimatums.. No!! no other movie had managed to snatch this elusive ‘award’ from Khaled Mohammed in his piece. The closest they ever get, is to a four. The ‘omg’ moment was but, instinctive, even after the 4 globes and the 10 academy award nominations.

I’d hence take pleasure (as I usually do) in pointing out the glaring glitches in the much touted movie. First, this being as imperative as the 20 million question on the ‘next day’ itself; NO television quiz show is telecast live on TV anywhere in the world!, let alone India, it takes more than a month to broadcast an episode. Secondly, it might seem absurd if not totally outrageous, that the two slum dwellers, within a couple of years time span, learn to speak impeccable English in Agra after their tattered Hindi in Mumbai. And of course, although Dev Patel earns the credit, Mr. Boyle could have done with a protagonist without such a flavoured accent in an ‘Indian’ movie, especially when most of the crew is Indian.
Lastly ( not a glitch this), as my peers agree, this is hardly the best performance Mr. Rehman has given in recent times. I can’t really comprehend how the film fraternity acknowledged his effort only in the movie which also has 7 other Oscar nominations to its name..
But I guess...As they say.. D: It Is Written …

The serious bone of contention involving the movie, here in india has sincerely been the 'true india', as should be portrayed.. Whether it be the repercussions of the communal riots, the slum dwellers' desolate and dismal lives, the corrupted and fraudulent system, or the depiction of the "murky underbelly" itself, the fact is, this aint really gonna alter the way the west perceives india. The age old stereotype about india still lingers on, whether it is portrayed by an oscar nominated movie or not, whether its veracity is confirmed or not. So, i say fret not mr AB, and lets hope some day a movie featuring 'shining india' gets nominated for the same honors or maybe more..

Our Attitude Determines Our Altitude...

2009-01-19T20:56:00.021+05:30

Are we ever content with what we have? Are we ‘truly’ satisfied with what we achieve whenever we do it? The answer to the not so a million dollar question draws the line between what I perceive ‘positive attitude’ or the negative side of it …

A careful introspection of our intrinsic behavior would reveal that even in the happiest and smuggest of situations, most of us still have something to rue about.. “Oh I am so happy with the result, but yea it could have been much better...”, “yep, I’m surely on my way to my aim, but if some things had been my way, things would have been different...” Sounds familiar eh?? Now the point is not that whether we should or should not aim for higher goals, the point is we do succeed in finding something to crib about whenever the hell we can!! To this propensity, my mom often recites to me perspicuously- at a given point in time, there are probably a zillion reasons to feel disconsolate; and probably a few elusive reasons to feel happy… But if you are able to find that one reason, you rise above the rest…

And so I realize, success or failure are deeply relative.. But what is even more mind boggling, is the fact that we get to decide the altitude of our possible achievements (or none of it), by our demeanour towards the world – how we project our status to the people around us…

And thus forms my thorough conviction- attitudes are more important than facts, than money, than failures, than success… We can never change the fact; that people around us (our well-wishers) will continue to act and behave in a certain way… They’ll be omnipresent and never foregoing a chance to take a dig in our current status and find out (right from our mouths) that why it aint better than what it is.., no matter how exhilarating it currently may be..; easily one of the main reasons for our erratic attitude swings from time to time, as I see it. But we can’t change the world’s clichéd perception towards us, or the way it wants to make us feel.. We can’t alter the way the stones in our path have been laid out in the past..

The only thing we can do, is work towards the future, play on the one string we have…
And That Is Our Positive ATTITUDE…

A testimonial to time...

2009-01-18T18:13:00.008+05:30

TIME... Time is the best healer... Leave your wounded heart and soul to this sanctum, the sanctum of time.., and it will solace your pains like a counselor there ever was...

TIME... Time is the greatest teacher.. Confine your brain to this solitude, the solitude of time.., and experience your mind wander from your blunders of life to your ultimate fantasies... It will show you your demeanour as it hitherto was and as it should be...

TIME.. Time is the closest friend.. In the hour of distress and anxiety..,all you heed are the seconds passing by in the overhead clock..,expecting them to sympathize.., halt, run backward.., perform any task it could, to relieve you, relieve you of its bind..

In the end, my friends, we just need more time..

NEED i say more???

Welcome to the blog.. The TEstimonies Of Time..

Here, in my own little 'time capsule' in the arena of cyberspace, I shall open my mind up.. and shall try to express my lessons, experiences and feelings, learnt in this journey of life, through the omnipresent virtue, called TIME...
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