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Memories of ISB

While the winter sets in and the chilling wind blows I begin our journey into the world I know As I walk past the corridors of ISB I revisit those memories From the classrooms ,to lecturers To arguments with Tas and the Late night group discussions The day we all met wasn't too far away It wasn't just another day but A room full of new people Eager to learn and make a mark I searched timidly for my seat While the rest were a busy lot. I count on fingers so less girls Not that it mattered but a lot While the session started The Dean's voice boomed in Then realization sank in Yes I belong here. There is some aura about the place Be it the classroom or the Atrium space It feels like home , whenever I come For its been a home for years to come The group assignments, the tasks The lovely anecdotes of the class The rush of the submissions and the events The fight for the spot or in a sport Together we shared lots ...

Jan 2019

This officially has been the longest and the shortest month ever. I really don't know what happened to year 2018 or for the matter the 2 years before it. Everything seems dazy and as if it never existed. My entire life seems to be at the cross roads every damn minute. For a moment I am thinking I exactly know what I want to do and how I plan to do and the very next moment everything changes. Last 2 months I literally had my life being ruled by someone else  , the decisions being made by someone else. It is entirely traumatic to be at the begging end. It is entirely torturous to keep changing the plans. I am tired and sick of handling all sorts of people. It is not an easy thing to do. I never for once wanted to go out of the country but at this moment that seems to be the best thing to do. I really want to get out think and understand what needs to be done and how do I want to do it. Its nightmarish already not having a clue of what you want to do and you are so close to 35. I ...

Alum Visit

While the winter sets in and the chilling wind blows I begin our journey into the world I know As I walk past the corridors of ISB I revisit those memories From the classrooms ,to lecturers To arguments with Tas and the Late night group discussions The day we all met wasn't too far away It wasn't just another day but A room full of new people Eager to learn and make a mark I searched timidly for my seat While the rest were a busy lot. I count on fingers so less girls Not that it mattered but a lot While the session started The Dean's voice boomed in Then realization sank in Yes I belong here. There is some aura about the place Be it the classroom or the Atrium space It feels like home , whenever I come For its been a home for years to come The group assignments, the tasks The lovely anecdotes of the class The rush of the submissions and the events The fight for the spot or in a sport Together we shared lots ...

Getting down the Hamster Wheel

Did you ever say to anyone that you can't make time , you are always busy and you don't seem to be having time for anything new. Do you remember that Treadmill you bought years ago. Do you still have that video game you fell in love with and never got around to play. Do you remember the book you bought which is dealing with cobwebs right now as you forgot to take it out and read. We all have been down one of those lanes haven't we  ? Well,welcome to Hamster Wheel of Life. Have you ever seen a Hamster on the Wheel ? It runs and runs as if it has the most important work in the world and the focus with which runs makes you wonder ,if that is true. But as it mindfully and dutifully  does it , where is it leading to. No Where.  That is the exact same feeling I had. I was on a Hamster wheel of Job. I used to run around doing the same things everyday and assuming that is the most important thing to do. I struggled to make best use of every minute I had. I was running so fa...

Who is Handicapped?

When was the last time you spoke to a handicapped without being conscious of his disability? Yes, it’s difficult isn’t it? You feel so conscious of their helplessness that you can’t face them directly at least the first time you met them. But did you ever realize that you can be more disabled than them. Can you walk in the place you have always been walking with your eyes closed or say when there is no light? A blind man can. Can you hold a pen with you toes? A person without hands can not only hold but also make beautiful paintings. Remember the swimmer who got the gold in Olympics They are not born with all the part like you nor did they get these abilities by birth. But they were able to unleash the power within them. They know what they really want in life and they put in all their efforts into one sole goal; to overcome their disability. Now what would you like to call them? Disabled or Differently-Able .I came across a story where a patient say George was in a hospital and ...

Get Going -The Hindu Monday, May 31, 2004

Results of EAMCET are out yet again and I'm filled with mixed emotions. Time rolled back to when I attempted the exam. My dream was to get into BITS Pilani and I was so confident of realising my dream that I just gave a token appearance for EAMCET sans any preparation. But fate had something else in its store. I failed to get into BITS Pilani by 2 marks. All my dreams lay shattered. I was utterly dejected. I cried a lot but then I realised what would be the state of mind of someone who lost the exam by a single mark. Someone told me, "Whatever happens is for your own good." So, I decided to see what was in store for me. We got our EAMCET results. I wasn't expecting much, but ended up with a very big rank! All of 18,199! I didn't feel bad because I knew how much I worked for it. With the same rank, I got into a very good college and believe me I'm doing really fine! But, the worst news, which I came to know later, was that a friend of mine had killed ...

Secret Wish List

I have always loved books.i still remember  we used to have these moral science books which contain short stories and moral of  the story at the end ,two such morals " Idle mind is devil's workshop" and "books are man's best friends got inscribed into my mind to such an extent that either I keep working on something or I keeping reading books . I love to read mostly about other people's lives and how they overcame obstacles etc. one such book is "The secret wish list" . It is about how women are treated in any middle class family and what happens if she decides to break through the barriers and does what she wants. It doesn't actually teach anything but is a mirror of how most of the housewives live and think and how men forget the fact that even women having their thoughts and feelings and how they curb them to avoid fights . Now coming back to the book every women  does have a secret wish list which she doesn't share with anyone. There...