An Anecdote From my Life

Everyone claims that school life is the best part of a person's life & it's like a dream which will never come back & prove the same by quoting an assumption that during school time, social pressure is negligible but one should realize that level of handling stress is also negligible.

I was the eldest in family & had faced a lot of pressure from my relatives and friends; superb academic performance was a lot important in the environment in which I had grown up. Even, I won this rat race & none in my surrounding can ever think to cross me, I still had a feeling of a rat who is able to bell the CAT with a percentile that the candidates can only imagine in their dreams & not in reality.

The story goes back to 2003, when my little cousin had come to this beautiful world. That time, I was in class 10th & was struggling hard for that silly rat race tournament, which is popularly known as the board exams. Since childhood, my grasp over Mathematics was extreme but at other domains, I use to struggle a lot. I had won several scholarships at national & state level & due to this, my relatives & neighbors use to get regular panic attacks & depressive mood disorder. Society had raised their hope from me & was expecting something in the range of 95% in that popular rat race tournament.

That time, everyone loves to enjoy my company because of my over-hyped intelligence but my little brother just needs my lap to enjoy. After the mock exams, schools were closed & I was all alone. He was the only friend who supports me. Before the time, I use to hate kids & especially, the infants because of the mess they create everywhere but I had never felt a glimpse of anger when my little brother gives 2-3 daily showers over my clothes while playing on my lap. I spent most of the time with him & rarely studies. Everyone scolds me for the same but his cute attitude & voice eases the same.

Finally, that rat race tournament had started & all my wickets had fallen within a short interval. When the results were declared, everyone got a shock,

Maths: 99 (Run Out),

Science: 95 (Thanks to my school for allotting 22 in practical out of 25);

Sanskrit: 81, SST: 72, English: 67 (Clean Bold);

My family was a lot upset but had appreciated my performance; for everyone else, I was just a loser & a matter of joke who fell from 95% to 83%. The people who enjoys my company started treating me as a non-productive person. I moved to a state of low self-Esteem & this again lowered down my performance in IITs & AIEEE. Finally, I was admitted in a private Engineering college as a patient.

It was a lot painful to study in this mental asylum due to cultural discrimination & again, the same was located 630Kms away from my home. During 2nd year of Engineering, I realized that I am standing at middle of nowhere. Even, I secure a placement in companies like TCS, Infosys, I have to spent my life away from my little brother & again, the net savings will be around 10K/month. I felt that my life is over but because of my little brother, I regained myself. I promised myself that “whatever had happened with me, will never happen with him”.

I realized that I have to become the strongest component of the society in order to protect my brother from this useless society. I decided to develop my profile. One day, I come to know about CAT that it doesn't test GK & had great emphasis on Mathematics. My English was quite weak but CAT neither asks for grammar nor the meaning of bombastic words. I prepared CAT for next 2 years & was able to bell it with a decent percentile, which was sufficient to take admission in any college of India; just name it, I have the call letter.

Despite of the same, I took admission in an IIM, which is located in my city; it's a new one but had helped me to remain close to my little brother. I got selected in 2 companies with a superb package but chose to join one, which was present in my city; package was 80% of the second but final savings per month will be approximately same. I joined the same in last June.

My brother is happy with my job as now I can purchase anything for him but still hates me a lot. Few days back, he told me that his life is like a hell & I am responsible for the same. He will turn 11 years in a few months but his statements are like an adult person. Now, he ignores me, hurts me intentionally. Just a year and half back, he loves to cuddle over me; remain seated on my lap, such that he use to call my lap as the best place to sit but now, he try to maintain maximum distance with me.

Thanks to this rat race tournament & silly society who constantly compares my performance with his. My little brother's academic performance is average & he is resistant to Mathematics; but still, everyone is trying to inspire him to become like me. This constant force of comparison had created Jealous & hate inside him. Every individual is different but none will accept this & will still try to convert either of them.

He is too young to handle the rat race. I myself hate this rat race & comparison; I had done everything to protect him from the frustration of rat race but had never imagined that I will be at the root for my little brother's frustration. I had always treated him like my baby but this rat race had converted a best friend to the worst enemy. Who the hell claims that the school time is the best time!


I don't why nobody told you How to unfold your love

Today I thought I could write an article saying that how I moved on and how did I overcome all the miseries I had inside me.But I ended up writing something else.

Everything was fine till that moment.

Everything seemed perfect till that moment.

I felt I was getting normal with that gossips about NaMo, IPL auctions and noteworthy things that happening in the national capital. As the dreadful four years of engineering coming to an end in a couple of months and zero backup plans didn't make any difference in my daily routine which includes the evening workout and the midnight intoxication. And for a moment things made me feel that my life is on the verge of getting perfect and soon I can start roistering like old times.

And then I saw her again , the one who I never wanted to meet again in my life and the one who my heart gave an affirmation that it would never beat for her ever and the one who my brain promised me that the person is no more compatible in its system. And now, I cannot accept the fact that even my system failed provide immunity in this case. I thought I've ran enough and now its time to take a halt and to take a deep breath, but she can never let that happen.

And I guess this time she has made up her mind to give me freedom, she saw me trembling in the corner and she came closer and embraced me saying a permanent good-bye with a big smile, her sharp eyes were still reluctant to look at my watery eyes which was longing to see her face till my last breath, swiftly after that little lady disappeared out of my sight.

And gave the conclusion to the story which I started to write.

Once again a sad conclusion to my story which I didn't decide.

And I came back to my room and looked at the mirror and this was the first time I saw tears rolling over my cheeks, for a moment all the those days with her started to play in my system.

After a few minutes I reluctantly switched on my computer to write this blog and that is when I got a mail saying

Dear Candidate, Congratulations !!! We are happy to inform you that you have provisionally qualified to appear for GDΠ

A dream call from a dream institute and from the one which I have never expected.

Refreshed the page n number times still the mail said the same.

And then I closed the browser and now I saw my desktop wallpaper saying the words

"Life never gives what you want, it gives you what you deserve"




So,it came on Monday.I was with this MNC for 2.5 years,landed here straight from campus placements.Initially it was all fun,I along with my classmates had 4 month training at mysore,those were one of the most beautiful moments in life,the trainee facility in Mysore is one of the best one can get in corporate world.we studied together ,played together,laughed together...then the training got over.we were separated and were posted to different locations- pune, bangalore,hyderabad etc.It was as if the holiday was over.I got posted in pune.When we first entered our new offices,it was all serious,everyone was welcomed with a straight face and had different 'first day in office' story to tell, but that friendliness was missing in office.

Slowly everyone got accustomed to our new atmosphere,me too.I made new friends at workplace.Things started to fell in place but everything was happy happy only till 1year.Then people starting job hunting,particularily which is in their home town.For me and friends its Delhi.Some were lucky others were not.Some left and some continued.Seeing others leave and settle with their families in delhi ,i too started feeling homesick.I tried at that time too but was not lucky enough to get a job in delhi ,hence i continued ,assuring myself all the way that whatever happens,happens for good.Finally the day came in january 2014.i landed a good job in decent company at good package.I was very happy,my happiness knew no bounds.Time passed by and this monday was my last working day in my office.I don't know why my eyes were numb the whole day.On one side i was so much happy that finally i will be going back home but on other side i was feeling nostalgic that day .The feeling was completely new.The same office which i wanted to leave for such a long time,and its my last day in that office and i was like ,if i can get one more day to collect all my memories,all the time spent here.On my last evening tea with my colleagues in office we discussed how time flew by,wonderful moments which we spent together.All wished me good luck, while i was leaving i could see in their eyes,that thought,that Yes time has now come to look beyond.....

Imagine you have a dream. A dream you have been nurturing, living, trying to accomplish for years. A dream you not only sleep with but a dream you also wake up with, every morning. It's all meaningless without that dream. Not everyone has such a dream. If you have one, consider yourself fortunate. And if you realize that in time, don't ask more. Keep reading.

Though we used to talk frequently over phone, I had to prepare for that call. I was murmuring and repeating lines to make it clear and straight. With all the courage, a lot of expectations and anxiety, I dialed her number. Beep-beep-beep-trrrrr-trr, I panicked and cut the call. What if she says 'NO'? But fearing of denial, I would never know her mind. So I called again, with less fear this time. Beep-beep-trrr and she picked.

Her – Pehle kaata kyun? (Why did you cut at first?)

Me – Sorry, disconnected by mistake.

Her – So, howz life??

Me- Fun. New job. Kinda hectic.

Her – Enjoy your new work.

Me- ummm..I wanna discuss something serious, related to two of us.

Her- Okayyy. Tell me. (Could feel sudden seriousness pinched in her voice)

Me- As you know, we have been talking for a year now and share a good understanding. Ummmm… I wonder…I mean I was thinking…. What If….U know…. (I choked)!!!

Her – Rahul, stop blabbering and say it clearly. (more seriousness)

Me– I wish to have 'You' in my family.(I hardly took a second to say this)

Her- (in a breaking voice)Rahul ! What you mean 'in your family'?

Me- See, as far as family is concerned, right now it's just me and Dad. It's not a family. You know what I mean… I wish 'you' to be a part of the family. You getting?

Her-Rahul! I do understand and care about your feelings but what you are talking about, is socially unacceptable. There is an awkward age gap between us.

Me- What does age have to do with it? And why does society need to give acceptance of anything? We can stay together even without traditional-social or legal formalities.

Her-And what are you going to tell your relatives and neighbors? Who will I be for them?

Me- You are Madhu Maa and you'll be the same. I don't give a damn for those relatives and neighbors and society. None of them come to serve me food after I come home bone-tired from office. None of them cares if Dad forgets the morning medicine. None of them ask me to put clothes in order. None of them prepare breakfast for me if I am getting late for office. None of them. So they don't have the right to raise questions. All they need is a topic to gossip about. If you won't give them one, they will create one. Doesn't matter how right or wrong you are.

Her- (interrupting) Rahul, Rahul, Rahul. I understand. But that's not the right way to do it.

Me – Give me the right way.

The conversation went on for another hour. And for next three years. In these three years, the mother-son relationship between us went through peaks and troughs. She kept mum for months for her own reasons. No matter how fiercely she refused or how hard she tried to let me off this thought, I always called back after giving her time to calm; even after a text message in bold letter “LEAVE ME ALONE, PLZ”. At times, I know it to was irritatingly stubborn of me to return to her after months' long silence. But actually, I left her to her own world at her wish without giving up on my dream. Somehow, I knew that I shouldn't let this one go and I should wait for her change of heart. I had lost 'one' long back. I didn't want to lose another chance. Not everybody gets another chance.

Three years later when I was leaving the city for good, got a call from her. She was crying over the fact that I won't be around. I was touched and annoyed at the same time. I asked her why she had called then and why she was crying when she hadn't even bothered calling in last two months? Did it even matter because we rarely met when a couple of miles away? What difference did it make?

She replied- “Now, I know. It does”.

But I had to go.

Next day, while I was yet to unpack, I received another call from her. After few minutes of normal chit-chat something led me to throw a light taunt over her unwillingness to be a part of my dream.

I said – “You don't wanna come in, I don't wanna let go!”

She instantly replied- “Rahul, I wanna come in.”

Me – “What? Come again !!” (couldn't believe what I heard)

She – “I wanna come in. I want to fill that missing part of your family.”

I surely wasn't ready for that. Recall the article picture? I lived that moment. Choked up. Holding the corner of table. Crying and smiling at the same time. Couldn't decide what to reply. I pursued my dreem. Yes, I did.

Incorrect spelling?
Hardly matters!!!

Holi is on its way and every drinker is, for a change, thumping his chest out loud. You must have understood why; it's almost legal to drink during Holi celebrations. I too have come back to my home town to enjoy the festivities and conduct my seasonal social experiments on drinkers. Last year it was planned and in front of a camera but this time, today, I was caught unprepared. A guy in his late 40's, who later claimed to be a long lost friend of my father, knocked on my door. Front door of my house was open; I peeked from behind the curtains to ascertain if he was a salesman. I wasn't able to recognise him as he was wearing a dark red helmet but the smell oozing out of him was too strong to ignore. Yes, he was drunk as a blue whale.

Following conversation took place between us- him and I:

He: When did you come to Bhilai, beta, hick!!!

I: Namaste, umm sorry uncle, I don't recognise you.

Inside my mind: neither did I recognise the brand...

He: I am hurt, hick, you don't recognise me:O

I: err...uncle your helmet is coming in my way.

He: ohh, here you got (hands out his helmet to me)

Inside my mind: ohh, how humble you are...

I: Uncle, papa is out for shopping veggies; you have to wait a while. Please come inside and take a seat. Would you like something to drink??? (Yeah right, I said that.)

He: Just a glass of water, you know dear we come from similar backgrounds. I am from ABC village; it is situated next to XYZ. Don't get me wrong, hick-hick!!!

Meanwhile my mother comes out with some snacks and water. Her reaction, after watching this guy, gave me a feeling that this guy might be a serial offender.

I: Hmmm, so how are things???

Inside my mind: Don't ask me what things; you know these things...

He: Don't get me wrong, but you know what I am saying here. You know we belong to the same 123 caste; we are far more superior to them.

I: them ??? :O

He: Yes, those reservation people. My daughter has been consistently scoring in top nineties but she is sceptical about getting into a good engineering college as we belong to general category. Don't get me wrong!!!

Inside my mind: I am not getting you wrong, sir; you are the most communal individual I have ever met.

I: Reservations, yes but...

He: that's why I am here; I want to get some gyan from you.

I: Any time uncle, let us talk it over some snacks; please try this samosa.

Inside my mind: Please start, I don't want to start first.

He: I am no stranger, guru, I am feeling at home. hitch!!!(tries to sing our national anthem and fails miserably). You know why I feel at ease in your home; because we belong to same caste. I don't eat with other castes.

Inside my mind: But you do share drinks with them, don't you???

I: So, Modi for PM this time...hehehe

He: It would be a hung assembly and we may have to bear the load of another election. *coughs* (Reminded me of Kejriwal). You never know; AAP may chip in with significant number of seats. We are not fools; BJP and Congress are the same. Don't get me wrong!!!

Inside my mind: Wait!!! what??? Uncle, you are communal - you should vote for NaMo.

I: So, are you going to cast your vote for AAP???

He: *coughs* *diverts the topic* Why don't you call your father and tell him about me.

Inside my mind: Yes, you are.

I : * called my father* hello, papa , one of your friend is asking for you.( My father asks - who ??? )

Inside my mind: How would I know, he is your friend after all.

He: Rakesh ...Rakesh from ABC

I: He is coming. So what about Rahul Gandhi???

He: Who??? Hick!!!

Inside my mind: Exactly!!!

I: Congress Vice...ahh never mind. Are you really going to vote???

He: Off Corse, Don't you vote??? hick!!! Don't get me wrong!!!

I: I don't live here and then I don't have a voting ID card and err...

He: Such a shame, young gurus' like you don't even exercise your right. You people call yourself educated, look at me, Hick!!! Don't get me wrong!!!

I: No uncle, it's not like that...

Inside my mind: *ashamed of self*

He: I can hear your father's footsteps, I think he has come. Hahahaha...

I: (pointing towards my father) Yes, he is here.

Inside my mind: Thank you father, the smell was unbearable.


I took the bag full of veggies bought by my father and went inside. My mother was laughing at my purple face. She, too, took a shot at me and said "So, are you going to vote or sigh away from your responsibility like before”


I have learned my lesson; I am going to register for a voting ID card.

Are you???


"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards"

-Søren Kierkegaard


Nine years ago, everyone i knew were studying for the heck of getting good marks, it was a part of the life that everyone struggled to clear the board exams and get into some decent Plus2 colleges. Most of them did make it though, including myself.


Fast Forward, seven years ago, the same batch, were careless about marks and they started concentrating more on getting ranks in national exams like IIT, AIEEE. This was a mere fantasy for me and i struggled to get an admission into a decent college. Finally made it to a good college and during all my four years in Engineering, life has taught me one thing - Every moment is a new opportunity to learn new things.


When i was on the verge of graduation, there was only one thing in life i wanted to achieve. MBA in a good college. Although getting placed in an MNC during the exam timings literally had it's effect, but it never deterred my spirit.I didn't make the cut the first time i gave CAT, joined the organization and moved to Bangalore for the initial training.


Bangalore, a paradise for the party goers :D welcomed me with open arms and i was glad that i had the foundations of my career placed in that beautiful city. Although there were a few hiccups during the initial stages, i still managed to clear the training examinations and return back to my home town.


TBC...



We all must have used the shuffle option in our music player. Today when I was driving to my coaching centre,I came across an amazing analogy between life and this shuffle option.When we put our music player on shuffle, we don't know at that time which song will come next yet we hope that next song will be our favorite one.Similar is the case with life. Life is also unpredictable. We don't know what is in store for us at the next moment yet we pray that it will be according to our wish We can change the song in shuffle if we don't like that song. Similarly, it is our responsibility to change whatever we don't like in our life.There are certain situations that we don't have control on. Then I would say try to enjoy every moment despite how it is just like we try to enjoy every song on shuffle. .... So I guess I can safely say......

Life on shuffle...

Until sometime ago, on any given day, I would have never agreed had you tried to convince me that you were what life made of you. Right from childhood, the idea of sheer freedom in life has fascinated me and that's how I have gone about it. Like everyone else, I thought I was different.

I thought that words such as fate, luck, fear, safety, wealth, good, bad, et cetera were only for the lesser mortals. I took everything as permutation and combination – just random events. I managed to see some good in bad and some bad in good.

I would feel people around me were missing so much in life. I would wonder why everyone was playing it so safe. They would worry so much about so many things. People around me were afraid that bad things could happen to them. Strangers were looked at as bad people.

Then one night, I was returning from office after a party. I was dropped by my teammates about 100 meters away from my home. It was 1230 am and I was walking down the pavement. Suddenly, I felt a strong blow behind my neck. Before I could understand what was happening, both my hands were held tight and I was pinned to the ground. What next? It started raining punches. The next thing I remember was standing on my feet and reaching out to my pocket for the cigarettes. They were empty. The wallet, cellphone, cigarettes were all gone. The quarter bottle of Teacher's scotch whiskey was gone too.

Back home, upon noticing all the blood, the roommates started asking about it. I narrated them the incident in my own devil-may-care attitude. I told them how my crappy phone had been troubling me and that the burglars would be disappointed by it anyway. Their eyes dilated upon seeing how unruffled I was.

I still believe that this was a very petty issue. But it has changed a lot of things in me. I hated telling people about that incident because of the thought that they would make fun of me being beaten up. I started doubting things. I now think twice before heading out alone at night. I think that people around me are not that good. I now wonder that maybe it is justified of people to behave cautiously in life, considering how much they have seen and experienced.

But soon the flip-side also struck me - I am convinced that what I have been doing till now was nothing but a kind of intellectual masturbation. If this little an incident could have so much impact on me, then what about other people? Real bad things happen to people compared to what happened to me.

Perhaps some of the readers might be feeling, “What a loser! He's letting a little incident transform himself.” That's fine, it isn't the issue. What's important is that I have started feeling likewise.

Sorry for the cover image. It is the first thing that pops into my head!


There has been plenty said about Love. It is the most oft discussed matter in the world, so naturally, everybody has their opinion, and interpretation of it. I present my inferences, as of now. They are open to alterations, and influence; both by experience, and opinions of others too. Because that is what Love is; It's abstract.


I can find of no better word to describe Love, than trance. Love is like being in a trance. Your general personality, your apprehensions, your likes, dislikes, your preferences; nothing applies. It is like a bubble that has grasped you. And you know what I am talking about.

You fail to find flaw in your beloved. Even if you do, it is too indiscernible. And everything seems so, so lovely! (Those are the hormones talking, by the way!). I may even go as far as describing this phase as being on a morphine drip. When it ends, the pain starts...

Some may argue that I just talked about infatuation. Well, i am of the school of thought that Love is not monochrome. It can be of several kinds. Infatuation is just an early expiry date type of love.


Love can be intense, it can be gentle. It can be passive, it can be sensual. It can be pure, it can be malicious. But one thing is certain, nobody is free from the influence of Love.

I like to believe I am maturing as a person (I don't care if you found G.I.Joes in by bedroom. I will believe what I like to believe!). And so are my views on love. I have made countless follies in the name of love. I have been selfish, deceiving, over-enthusiastic, maligning and ruthlessly possessive. But I have made peace. Mistakes are fine, as long as they are never repeated again.


Some experiences did throw me off, and make me want to renounce love. But I came around to understand. Nobody can stay away from love. You may accomplish something worthwhile, or you may get thrown off a cliff. But the ride is sure worth it!


One more thing I have started believing in is: not to over-think it. It tends to mar the present experience. So I am just moving with the flow, not worrying where things are going. The universe has a way of working things out. And Love is not about ending up with each other. Like I said, there are many kinds of love.


'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. - Alfred, Lord Tennyson


The day was Saturday and I had plans for first night trek with my group 'Parvatarohi'. It was a long weekend so we had the luxury of an extra day with us to rest before the hectic office schedule. This trek was to 'Kalwantin Durg' in Panvel range of Maharashtra. It is one among 350 other forts in Maharashtra with a medium level of difficulty at around 2500 ft height.

The trek, unlike previous ones, started on time. We gathered at the starting point and the guide gave us some instructions to follow. Thereafter, the group of 35 got divided into smaller chunks due to varying speed of members. It was getting warmer while ascending as there was no breeze. But to our respite, a cool breeze started blowing and ascending became a lot easier. We stopped occasionally to capture some pictures and take rest. Soon, we were at the base village, our first destination and the stop for the night. We gathered our breath and started freshening up for the dinner. I was having dinner cooked on Chullah after a very long time and it was delicious.

After the dinner, it was the time for light walk, photography and playing pranks. While walking out of the hut, I noticed a sight that was full of innocence. There were two three kids of the locals who came out of the hut to play as there were too many of us in that small hut. While we were told to be very careful as there were scorpions and other nocturnal insects, they were running bare-footed without the fear of any shattered glass pieces or night insects. They were just running around in their own world.

While seeing them, something struck my mind. I started thinking about the past one year of hard work that I had put in for getting into some top B-school. While walking down the memory lane, the end goal, that I perceived to be true, was getting more and more blur. There was not even an iota of doubt regarding the worth of the amount of time and money spent but, I couldn't figure out where it landed me in my life.

All I wanted ever was to be unique, dream chaser and rich. How could I be unique if I was just following the plethora of people getting frustrated in the first two years of career after college and looking to get out of there as soon as possible? How could I be a dream-chaser if I quit the dream of a venture that I built when it wasn't getting instant success? Or, what benefit of being rich when I can't even take out time to meet parents or go out on weekends with my friends? All these questions started buzzing around my head. I needed to lay down low and analyze everything and I did so. I moved away from the group and lie down with my eyes looking towards the clear sky lit with a full moon.

In that moment of meditation, I realized that I was just too serious. I made it a matter of life and death and started feeling like that there's nothing to life beyond a b-school. The job could have been very much easier, if not doable, had I taken it just like any routine task. Rather than moving with the crowd, I could have diverted all my effort to my venture and persevered with it. A little music started playing in my head and it was Bob Marley's "Get up, stand up; don't give up the fight!". I opened up my eyes to realize that I had fallen asleep and the guide was there to give a wakeup call.

I realized that when you look closer, you actually start losing sight of the bigger picture. The view of kids playing tension-free on that beautiful fool moon night, surely made an impact on me and only time will tell if it lasts for long or not.


Content with my role of second fiddle in the story of a dear friend, I was preparing for an entry in the big league. Before your mind gets fixated on the words: 'second fiddle', let me clarify; my bike and I were the only mode of transport for the 'Hero 'of this story. So in a way I was the second wheel of my dear friend's love story which later turned out to be mine only. After high school, I got an opportunity at the big league and with no hesitation I left my home town in pursuit of my dreams. I never had a chance to say goodbye to my friends back home; I never even realised this oddity till I saw a familiar face, charming as any, laughing with friends at a Panni-Poori stall in Bangalore.


Well, I had heard about people doing insane things for love but I was not expecting what followed. I chose not to go back and watch the second half of India- Australia ODI, instead I followed her. I should not have,no body does that. She met a few more friends on her way back to hostel while I confirmed her to be an old acquaintance. She was the girlfriend of my dear friend. She had grown more beautiful in past two years.


I started to look up for her profile on Orkut- it was still breathing back then- and found out that we had some 100 common friends. I thought of sending her a friend request but further contemplation led to an otherwise decision. A whole week passed by as I did nothing but to stare at her profile pics and wished her to be single as the her social profile said. After 9 days, I sent her a friend request which she accepted almost instantly. I, now, wish she had not. She started talking to me as if were long lost friends .I found her childish yet charming; just the girl of my type. Chatting continued as we came close and become almost technologically inseparable.


One day while riding a R15 bike, being high on adrenaline, I decided to present her with my proposal of a love-relationship. In retrospect, I feel that is the biggest mistake of my life till date. Anyway, I did it the very night; I proposed her. I quoted Shakespeare himself; "When I saw you i fell in love, and you smiled because you knew". Her response to that was so lukewarm that it had almost forced me to rethink about my decision.


An awkward but brief break followed that I thought must have given both us the same feel; I was ready to withdraw my proposal and build on our existing friendship when she decided to accept my proposal. After that I wasn't able to take my words back and within a blink of an eye we were happy together.The good part of this love story has begun with hesitation and miscommunication to say the least. We were happy; I started to visit Bangalore more than often and the news of our love has started to reach even the deaf years of our pasts. It was time for our well-wishers to pitch in and save the day on our behalf. That was when things went bad from being good.


I was continually reprised about her recent past- my dear friend, while she was told about my anger issues; we both ignored all the talks as we believed we had something real and true. But we soon broke up, I don't remember what the exact issue was but it had something to do with miscommunication. We kept 'breaking-up' and 'joining-up' for a period which was longer than our happy times; it went on for approximately 6 months. At time her words felt like a pinch of salt aimed at my fresh wounds inflicted by my own inability to handle stress. We broke up, for the last time, on issue of her going behind my back for shopping with my dear friend- her ex-boyfriend.


We ate charges and counter-charges for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We made each other's life a living hell. Our fight was out in open like Chetan Bhagat's sex-life as we decided to manifest it by posting sad quotes and comments on Facebook-it was the trend then and finally, by blocking each other's profiles.At nights, I felt as if my skin was peeled off my body and was stuffed with nitro-glycerine, while we were trying to save whatever was left of our relationship.


I am still surprised the way things fell out of place and for how long it took for two grown adults to get a grip over their emotions. It took us another year to realise that we had started to hate each other. Things were so ugly that I was accused of having an affair with her room-mate while I kept accusing her for having a thing for ex-boyfriend. Finally, my job came to our rescue, I was sent to Dehradun, where I found no time to crib on my situation and indulge in debates over sanctity of one's character any more.


She got engaged to my dear friend on 5th of January this year; at least someone still believes in first love. I, too, have met someone special who is capable of keeping up with my shortcomings and accept me the way I am. I know this story will disappoint many as it does not have a perfect ending but then life never turns out to be perfect; it can always be classified into the GOOD, the BAD, and the UGLY.


I hoped I could study for hours

I hoped could reach the stars

I hoped I could be the topper in mocks

I hoped I could remove all the stops

That came on the road to my success

I hoped I could work in excess

Of what was required generally

I hoped to give it all for once and then be free

Now I am done with it but still have a lot to do

Each day adds to the anxiety of where I'll go

That was just the start when all I had to do was practice subjects

Now it's a different ball game altogether when I have to face the rejects

Appearances in front of panels back to back

Hoping they would just cut me some slack

For if I couldn't give it my best shot

For if things didn't turn out like I thought

But again all I can do is to try and keep some hope

Because the one thing that keeps the world afloat is indeed hope…


P.S- i hope a few of you atleast connected with this :)

Here is my brief Intro .

I born & bred in a lower middle class family . My father, a primary school teacher & my mother is a home maker .I have done my schooling from a Govt. school in southern ODISHA .After completed my schooling, I enrolled for a 3yr diploma program in mechanical engg. since from my childhood I love mathematics & equations . I hv a strong desire to know about the machines we come across day to day life .After being completed my diploma in mechanical engg in 2007 ,I took a year off for my BTECH preparation .I made in to top 20 & taken admission in a good engg college in odisha .


After being graduated from a descent engg college in 2010 , then I never know what am I suppose to do . I dropped the TCS offer that year . I h'v planned myself to prepare better for this prestigious exam CAT . On that year I just scored a pretty descent percentile 55.5 . After being disappointed by my performance ,my parents they encourage me to write it again .Again 2011 I wrote the exam .My percentile is a bit improved to 77 .

During these two years of preparation ,I learned a lot . My spoken skills are improved .I tried to improve my vocabs . I am not a good student in the entire class ,while I am in IMS . One fine day what happened ,I am late for my English class . usually I dn't like English classes . she teach RC & the entire stuff is pretty boring . There are two pretty beautiful girls are sitting on back . Usually I sit on the back bench ,so that I can cheat . I sit next to the girls .They are so smart .

Then miss sujata comes with the usually RC practice sheets & Distribute the sheets to us . My gosh again these boring stuff . I opened the sheet ,there is a word named "MUSK" .I didn't get the meaning . I asked the girl who's sitting next to me named piya . she's so arrogant . she at first gimme a staring look ,Den she laugh at me . I felt a bit ashamed of . But the girl who's sitting next to piya ,she gimme a friendly smile told me the meaning of the word . After my class got over I asked her name & exchanged her no & she is the beautiful girl in the entire class.

I never ever saw such a beautiful girl ever before . she is pretty descent . On friendship day , she asked me to join with her in a pub.I never ever drink & smoke before . Even if my friends force me ,But I never did . she was der with her friends piyaa & pragya . I shook my hand & then she asked me to join on the dance floor . My gosh my dance was so horrible . that night was beautiful .

I never ever enjoyed like this before .At first I h'v a lot of friends ,most of them are boys though I belong to mechanical branch .On the very next day I thought that would be better ,if i would give a friendship card to her through piya . Piya is a bit annoyed, while I asked her . So I planned my self to give a card . I went to the archies store & purchase a beautiful friendship card & in hurry I drive back to attend the lectures @IMS .

Sadly she was not there & she was interviewed for TCS & got selected . I talked tp her through phone .she asked me to wait till she come back to odisha .

In the mean time my cat 12 exam was ahead . Only one month left for the dead line . I want to be honest here ,On 2012 I didn't study hard . In one month I tried my level best .In the end I am only able to score a descent 78% . After the exam results are out ,I feel disappointed , I cried on the whole night .if i could h'v studied hard , so that I would hv score more . But once again scoring 95% was a dream for me . By the time I talked to neha ,girl from IMS , she got selected for NYU . I am happy for her . But a a lot changed during this year . she got a new friend who was studying that time @IIM B . that guy also had an offer form BCG .

After the entire episode I h'v planned to move back to Bangalore . Again to prepare myself better & also to find a job . This year I didn't even contact to my closed ones .I studied hard . I scored 78.8% in total . In maths I scored 95.5& in VA 38.8 % . I can't even able to believe my score .Again I broken in to tears . people during preparation stage they told me you are an ODIA medium guy , English will be tough for you . On the eve I called my mother , to quit my preparation .I told her I am tired . I d'nt h'v a job . Again I ma not going to depend upon you for one more year . she advised me ,"Don't give up . just work hard .No matter where you are from your dreams are valid ,".

Miss her .

#mom

Few of the people wrote an online petition to know their raw scores ,who r suffered the most like me . I asked a lot of students ,who r studying in the IIMS ,they told me nothing is going to happen ,prepare u'r self much better for next year .

Again I packed my bag to my home town ,to look after my parents . I feel they are needing me now . My paa is a tough guy .My mom she is also being supportive to me . People loved me either my friends during graduations , My parents , that girl from IMS . But I loose her because during these preparation days ,I never did contact her . I d'nt wanna loose my parents .I h'v done a mistake ,I dn't wanna repeat it again .


One day of dawning winter when I woke up unusually early in morning and left my room just to open the gates to welcome my usual yet most awaited daily guests;milkman and my newspaper hawker, my eyes got caught up to something atypical.

Unlike every day that morning 6 was intense dark yet pleasing.The air was smooth but little notorious playing game of treasure hunt.

The treasure here is inner ME that the glib air want to dig out from me.

As I stepped towards the garden a new day and a new city awaits for me. Indeed a new city,washed away by the unexpected winter rains. It seems as if the rain was meant to replenish the city in the descending winter to enter the new season.

To me it appeared as if Mother Nature took lot of pain last night to wash away each and every corner of the city that was painted dark by the civilized animals in last decade.

Realizing this i closed my eyes in grief for a moment and could hear the wind murmuring in my ear "Nature took the initial step to clean your land,your earth but now she want you to step ahead and continue this being or you already know nature is very obsessed about its power!"

As I opened my eyes,wind left me alone with the smile on my face to see new and fresh day but with an aspiration to let it be there till the zest!

 Happy Go Lucky


It was 2:15 p.m., Sunday when I along with my friend Swar saw a different color of happiness. It was meeting of we six students

for our upcoming college event. So we had gone for a meeting at Sabarmati River front, Ahmedabad .

Meeting started on time can be said when meeting scheduled on 2 p.m. starts with. “Hey, how are you?” at 2:45 p.m.

Well, so we two after having heavy lunch on Sunday were waiting for rest four. My thirst of water made us to buy water. When we were reaching to the stall (an icebox on small plastic stool), we saw two youngsters aging 9 to 12 years were playing cricket with little broken Bat and Ball. After looking us coming a boy to another “Ruk aata hu” (Wait, I am coming) and came to us, “how many pouches do you want ma'am?” I looked at Swar thinking that he would say how many pouches we may want. But he was as usual romancing with his camera; seriously I don't know what he does with camera when he is not clicking the photos. So certainly he didn't reply and

I : 4 !!! And give them from bottom.

Boy : yes ma'am! Don't worry all are chilled.

(Swar started laughing on me and I realized that he was noticing everything so far but at safer side I ignored him and his laugh)

The boy took plastic bag and started to fill it by water pouches with counting 1,2,…,5,6… and I joined him; 7 right?

Now 8,9…. Suddenly he vacated the bag. I asked why he did so. He said with smirk, I will fill it again, you count with me from starting, see 1,2,…..

I said we trust you. There was no need of repeating the task. He smiled and said it's okay ma'am.

During this whole conversation Swar was clicking the pictures of this and that and here and there. While giving the plastic bag to me the boy said thank you and I said thank you while giving money.

As we left from there he resumed playing cricket and I had no idea about what strike in Swar's mind, he started capturing that boy and as that boy saw that he was being clicked, he began to give poses. He was telling to Swar, Ek aur Ek aur (One more click)!!!. After looking the enthusiasm in his every action, I was feeling as if after Sachin's retirement this boy was going to hit upcoming matches with resounding achievements. He was about to fall down on street on sunny noon because of hurry and wobbly slippers but the spark didn't vanish from his face.

And finally the photo clicked by the photographer known as “Mast Chhe”. Swar showed thumps up and I said bye to that sparkling boy. While going back to the meeting point as usual my friend was busy with his camera and I was discussing him about that boy and his keenness for life. We conferred at that age he was earning, playing and enjoying his life at the best. He was living in present. His problems became lighter in front of his spirit towards life and his honesty makes him more luminous.


Photo Courtesy : Kishan Kumar Chauhan

Byline : By Ruchita Jain, Student for life time


I have creating a freak project which made millions of money.I have created a new power source tapping current from soil....i have won Intel innovation prize..crowds were cheering me ..just den i heard.a voice by my side"chaitu chaitu chaitanya"...ah!! its my mom sweet voice.....Oh man.vats my mom doing in intel competition??!!....WTH.i realized i was dreaming.."lae amma...appudae pav takkuva aaru ayindi"(wake up its already quarter less 6am ).."E roju xam vundi ani cheppav" (u said ders xam today)....God!! i was 2 wake up at 2 am to prepare for my exam...my alarm malfunctioned....it alwayz does dis..now i am used to its unusual behavior..it never works when needed.....i sounded like a alcoholic with a sleepy slang n spoke to her...
"Its not xam mom..its paper presentation",,,
switched on my dearest computer and dumped my presentation onto pen drive.I know the gist of my paper..but it takes preparation to speak in public.had to arrange my points according to my slides timing.i did dat in a rush..finshed all my natural duties.. garbed my pen drive n set to got to col..just den THE HINDU paper boy delivered paper..just rolled eyes had a detached look into happenings ..n rode to college ...der i used my "instant prep technique" to prep for presntation..I made it well on stage...got A+ for it..later dat day...all of our friends met at canteen ....soft drinks,potato chips n samosas..every thng was ordered..ate happily ....its time to leave col...we have internals next day need to prep.I made some time to visit my friend room which is on my way to home at MVP colony.My frnd is a directory of movies..hez a movie freak.i.used to collect movies frm him..flushed d pendrive n he dumped "shawshank redemption" into it....finished chatting vt him n started for home..halfway i was hungry...steered my bike to complex road.we find many belly filing spots der..ate ice cream..n reached home......
This was all 6 months ago when i was at college..its a routine then......It has changed a lot now...
no alarms,no wake up beta calls,now i dont dream of making projects.i dream of job now ,no paper presentations,no "instant prep" my dearly technique with which i have survived yuckiest of yuck exams.no ride to col,no canteen,no chatting vt frnd regularly,no belly filling fast foods,no movies frm my frnd...i download dem myself now.It all changed a lot.Seems like responsibilities leaped onto me...every sec remind me dat i need to find my job soon...I make note of exams instead of ppts, i look for notifications in newspapers keenly .i get frustrated if i dont find any notification any day..."sinners y dont dey post some jobs"...man college life was soooooo gud ...never had any unwanted situations .all were sweet times at col...on lighter note.....college is sweet.when one completes col..it feels like one diseased by diabetics ;u hav to drop experiencing "sweet".."sweet "col days
Miss my freaking college dayz ( Well I got into something now-these were my thoughts just after college)


When you are choosing between two things that are making you happy, prioritizing gets difficult, especially when you have no clue as of which one gives you more happiness. Sometimes life forces us to put more weight on one thing than another. Often, this priority shift may mean forgoing one goal in exchange for another, including weakening your professional aspirations in return for relationship growth. But as they say, you shouldn't really sacrifice one aspect of your life for another. After all, what's the fun of a promotion if you don't have someone to share it with?
Prioritizing definitely doesn't mean sacrifice. It means adjustment. It's more like, you deal with things, you get to know stuff & then you end up asking yourself, "Worth it?"
If you ask me, I would say adjustments are bad. They are so bad that they might even bring out the worst in you. But then, I have this theory of convergence that good things always happen alongside with bad things. I know you have to deal with them at the same time, but I just don't know why they have to happen at the same time.These good & bad things will soon make you realise the kind of choices you have made & the kind of consequences you're gonna face. After all, everything happens for a reason & the reason has always got to be good.

This isn't an article on how I conquered CAT. This isn't an article on how I plan to bell the CAT. This article is about what I want to do and where I go from here. My performance this year was appalling. I scored a 95.38 percentile in VA and I don't even want to reveal my QA percentile. I am not going to talk about the CAT debacle. Everyone's been aware of what has been going on.

I gave my CAT exam on the 26th of October, 2013. I vividly remember the day the results came out. I was nervous but hopeful. I was in office at the time the scores came out. A few of my colleagues had checked theirs and were asking me to check mine as well. I checked my score only after I came back home. I wasn't expecting an earth shattering result but hoping for a decent enough score to get me a call. But fate had something else in store. I was devastated, heart-broken. I had spent almost the entire 6 months before the exam in office working for nearly 17 hours a day without a day's leave. Coming back home to get some sleep. Maybe I was expecting too much, with little effort to back that up. My score wasn't good enough for any of the colleges. So, NO CALLS. I didn't fare too well in the other exams as well. The only positive was the feb 2014 CMAT where I barely managed an AIR of 568. That's it. With 4 years of work-ex in IT, time is running out. Or is it?

There are people who say that I should work towards GMAT now and that I should do an executive MBA. They say that I have "too much" of work-ex and that It would be foolishness on my part to give CAT another shot. "Why on earth would I waste 2 years in college when I can put in just 1 year?" - They say. I have a question. If studying for 2 years is a waste of time then why are 1.74 lakh people having a go at it? I still aim to do a full time MBA from a reputed college. It's not a sin to seek knowledge. I believe that I have what it takes to bell the CAT. There are people who say that I have lost my mind. Some say that it has become sort of an egoistic pursuit.

I will sit again for CAT this year. I haven't learnt to give up. If you want something desperately, you would work hard to get it. This is what I have learnt in all these years. Nothing in life has come easy and I know this won't too. So, why not prove the detractors wrong? Instead of waiting for things to happen, why not go out all guns blazing? Who knows what the future holds? For all those who have given up -


Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

Theodore Roosevelt


PS: Pardon me if I have made any grammatical mistakes. A first timer you see.

While going out on a drive with family, I saw a motorcycle driver on Indore Bypass lying on the road, bleeding profusely from the head. He had just met with an accident, and when we crossed by, I could see him trying to call for help (while lying on the street).

I sensed that the accident must have happened barely 3 or 4 minutes ago. From the looks of it, the motorcycle was coming from the other side of the road (perpendicularly) and the car that hit it could not see it come, and hit it. That car had vanished, leaving just the fallen back bumper on the site.

Usually, you do not see blood dripping like water from someone's head. Perhaps a whole lifetime will pass by and most of us will never witness such a sight. So when one is confronted with that unexpected situation, the mind finds it difficut to react immediately.

Around 50 people had gathered by now. Dazed. Stunned. Totally silent.

I parked my car a little distance away and called up the Police Control Room from my mobile phone. Someone sensible did pick the phone up, and took my message properly. He was polite, had practical sense and advised me to call up the Emergency Ambulance Service on 108 number.

I could not see now if that man was still conscious / alive or not. But I assumed he must be.

I called up 108. I connected in the third attempt as I tried 0731 - 108 earlier. That does not work - it's just 108 you need to dial.

They actually picked the phone up, and the lady's voice was quite well-trained and professional. Without panicking she took down my entire message, and especially the location. It was fortunate that the site of the accident was bang opposite the Bharat Petroleum petrol pump, as that would make it easy for the Ambulance to pinpoint the spot.

The lady took my message, and then politely told me that an ambulance had already been sent to that spot, in response to another call they had received a few minutes ago. I was pleasantly surprised!

Then I got down from my car. Interestingly, no other car had stopped on the road during all this. Only the people living nearby had gathered around that man, and he was still lying on the road. If he were grievously injured, it may be getting late for him, I thought.

I walked down the road to that man. It surprised me to notice the distance from my car to that man, as the mental distance I calculated while looking at that site in the side-rear view mirror seemed lesser.

Upon reaching the place where the man lay, I saw many people waiting to do something, but nothing actually happening.

I asked a big Saradrji on the spot - "is the ambulance going to arrive soon?" "Perhaps yes", was the reply. I volunteered to take the person into my car and to the hospital. People looked quizzically when I said this. I asked "which is the nearest hospital?" "They will never treat him properly unless the Police get involved now" came the reply from someone. That surprised, and disgusted me. I was imagining that if someone dear to me were lying on the street like this - God forbid - then would such a delay be acceptable?

The injured, meanwhile, fortunately was conscious, lying on the street patiently (and helplessly) and had called up his family on his mobile phone.

Just when I was about to bring my car back to that spot so he could be taken to a hospital, a police jeep arrived. The jeep turned around (as it was coming from the other side of the road) and parked at the right point. Two policemen inside the jeep asked as to what had happened. The people present on the spot offered some explanation of the incidence. I told one of the policemen that perhaps we should take the person in their jeep to the hospital, as if the ambulance gets delayed, it may be too late for the injured.

To my surprise, the policemen volunteered. They got down, opened the back door, and 6 of us picked that man up properly and slowly and properly made him lie down on the seat in the Jeep's backside. The policeman requested one of the onlookers to sit in the jeep and accompany them to the hospital. "We will drop you back soon here", they said.

No one volunteered. People are too scared to become a part of any such issue. That's so sad. The system enjoys such a bad reputation.

Just then, the 108 Emergency Ambulance arrived, with flashing lights. It was interesting to see such a quick reponse.

The injured man's face was all red with blood, by now. His body otherwise was seemingly unharmed. He screamed out when we moved him, and I guess his leg too was badly hurt.

Two men got down from that ambulance (not in any official dress), and quickly got into action. One of them got a stretcher (proper bed type with wheels) near the injured. We again removed the person from the police jeep and onto the stretcher. They took him into the Ambulance and quickly drove away.

I asked the policeman if things will be ok now.. to which he replied in affirmative. He said "ab sab kuchh fatafat ho jayega sahi tareeke sey."

All this happened in less than 25 minutes.

The blood on the street was starting to dry. The motorcycle had been moved to the side.

I wondered what it would be like if the response of the agencies was slower, or if it was night-time, or if no one had stopped to help.

While driving back in the late evening hours from the same spot, life was normal. It was as if nothing had ever happened on that spot just 4 hours ago.

Life goes on!

(Incident dated 31-10-2010)


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Courtsey: My friend Palkesh Asawa's Experience......... who is a fellow CA.I found it really worth......So thought of sharing on PG forum

There is something magical about writing. I say this out of my own experiences. In this blog-post, I have tried to put forth my views about why writing helps us beautifully.

Firstly, writing helps us to organise our thoughts

I honestly believe that many conflicts and problems in life are simpler than what we perceive them to be. However, because of the awesome speed at which our mind thinks, we complicate things. Writing is a good handy solution to this.

I will give an example. I was recently working on some assignment that had to be completed within a period of three months. It was the kind of work I had never done in my life previously. So obviously I had to put a lot of thinking about what is the right way and what might be the implications of my actions.

I had no clue how to go about solving it. I tried to write the problem properly. I opened my laptop and began to type everything - What is the problem? How do I think we might reach to a solution? What are the challenges that I might face? How should I tackle them? Believe me, I wrote everything and then it became crystal clear.

And I wrote like – there are five challenges I will face – a, b, c, d and e. Then I put my mind to 'a'. How to solve 'a'? How to solve 'b'? I wrote everything down. I am not joking when I say this. I was in a car travelling on a one hour journey. Throughout this one hour, I was crazily typing everything on my laptop. And by the time I reached, I had a very clear picture of everything. It was as if I had calculated all the implications in my mind and thought upon their possible solutions.

Had I spent that one hour on thinking about the same situation, but without writing it out, I am sure I could not have solved it as efficiently as I did then.

Try this – Try to speak a few lines about yourself. Just whatever comes to your mind, speak it.

Secondly, writing makes us real and genuine

It helps us to be ourselves. The written word has a lot of authenticity as compared to what is spoken. To think of it in another way, we are more likely to be truthful in what we write as against what we speak. Written words stay forever. And therefore writing helps us to know the value of words.

And then, try to write a few lines about yourself.

I can't say if this happens with you, but it does happen with me – whenever I write about something, I tend to be more careful about my words.

And you know what I feel – when we write about something, we genuinely think about it. And then the thought stays with us. Therefore, over time, we will have developed ourselves as a person who is more reliable and clear with his views. I may be overstretching it for beginners, but I think this is one real good advantage of writing.

Lastly, by writing, we share with the world a part of ourselves!

As I write this, I am reminded of that beautiful song from an old Hindi movie –

Ek din bik jayega… maati ke mol

Jag me reh jayenge… pyaare tere bol!

In English it literally means – one day (when you die) your worth will be just like sand. The only thing that will remain of you in this world, o dear, will be your words!

Did you ever try writing a diary for yourself? For most people including me, writing diaries is usually tough. I had tried writing diary entries at one time but I never managed to continue doing it. But whenever I feel low, or whenever I feel happy, or whenever something significant happens in life such that it affects me – I make it a point to write it. I shall give you some examples.

When I was preparing for CA-Final exams, I used to write how I am feeling. I used to write if I was afraid, if I was confident. At times I even used to write when I felt like crying that I am not able to do anything. I also wrote when I was living alone out of my country for some time in a totally different atmosphere. That was an experience worth retaining. Back in my school time also, I used to write when I was feeling bad about something, or feeling very happy about something.

And interestingly, I still have those written pieces with me. Believe me reading these things is one of the best experiences ever. It is a very big feel good factor for me. Sometimes when I read that, I feel like laughing at how I was back then.


Trust me – write more often, in whatever language and whatever vocabulary you feel comfortable with. We may not want to write for the world to read, but we can always write for ourselves.

May everyone live a happy and peaceful life! May everyone keep on smiling!