Me Hide, You Seek

There are studs... and then there are some more of them.

Life outside the gates of an IIM looks so alluring now... a world where normal people are not difficult to find.... jostling with you in buses, standing with you in queues outside the bill-payment-counter, carrying bagfuls of vegetables in the sabji-mandi and occasionally haggling with the vendor, laughing at cliched jokes in a movie, snatching away your tiffin-box even before the lunch-break, laughing at you when you trip & fall and then giving you a hand...

You feel at home.. a satisfaction that you belong to this world.. that you can trip and fall... and then get up, shrug (maybe also laugh at yourself) and get going.

But. IIM. Studs. Life gets fucked up!

There may happen small incidents in life which give you profound realizations. Like, in a class of 70 students in 'Advanced Corporate Finance', when you find the class average is 8.6 out of 9, you know you are in deep shit. Studs!

You can choose to trip and fall... but if you can get up, shrug and get going after that, it would be close to a miracle.
And, the system itself discourages you from giving others a hand... the few who are able to rise above such things deserve to be called 'normal'

BTW, the title to this post is not relevant. That is just something I liked.. so it's there. And I kinda thought, it would look nice too. And, yes, if you feel that is not fair... heck! Do I care?*

*This is one of those wonderful things that I have learnt in the past 6 months.. form is more important than substance. Hence, the title!

And thus began 'I'

One among the many here, branded 'privileged' by the world, laughed at by fate, trying to answer the questions that trouble my mind and soul... searching for my 'identity' that seems to have lost itself in this sea of humanity. A guy with average aptitude, but caught in a time and a place where mediocrity is sin.

I close my eyes and feel the power within me.
I look around and feel how powerless I am!

I dream of achieving everything in the world.
I find what little I possess slipping away from me.

I want to love and be loved.
Yet find myself standing alone at every corner.

People call it failure.
I choose to call it 'My Life'

This page is for me! More like ramblings of a nutter... a log of what MBA teaches you and what it doesn't!

I begin by blatantly plagiarizing the URL of this page.. Remember having read on a very popular site "Everything of MBA" and I simply C&P*ed and rearranged it to form my blog's URL.

This place will see many more inspirations... Having accepted mediocrity as a way of life.. I can do so without much self-reproach.. I could have also called this blog "Plagiarism of everything.." but heck! Who cares?**

*C&P is copy and paste
**I am not drunk!