Monthly Archives: November 2006

Over……or is it??

Well….CAT is over….

And till the time I find more time to write about it ……

I give you the lyrics of this song, to all the fellow ‘CAT Warriors’ who went into battle to bell it, but now think that something vice versa has happened, here it is,

Hold up
Hold on
Don’t be scared
You’ll never change what’s been and gone

May your smile (may your smile)
Shine on (shine on)
Don’t be scared (don’t be scared)
Your destiny may keep you warm

Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You’ll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out

Get up (get up)
Come on (come on)
Why’re you scared? (I’m not scared)
You’ll never change
What’s been and gone

Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You’ll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out

Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You’ll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out

We’re all of us stars
We’re fading away
Just try not to worry
You’ll see us some day
Just take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Stop crying your heart out
Stop crying your heart out

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CAT

its that time of the year again….

its the time when the most awaited exam of the year takes place…..its been happening for YEARS till now and will keep happening….but i m noticing it this time….cos i am in it….

it seems as if they are hyping it all up THIS year…cos i never saw the CAT SCANS and BELL THE CAT series in atleast ten channels and newspapers last year…..but maybe i never noticed it….

yes it is one of the biggest exam of the year….no exam one ever gives changes the life of a person like this does…..if u crack it u r half way through to earning a starting salary of 10 lakhs per annum…and that is only the starting salary….

but is it fair that this ONE day…..this TWO and a HALF hours…decides the future of two lakh students….

yes its a record breaking two lakh students giving CAT this year…..to think of it in a different way…it means an income of TWENTY TWO CRORE Rs to the IIMs by forms alone…..now do the math on how much each form costs : P

ya…so is it fair??

one might say its not….can a person cramp his capabilities as a future manager in two and a half hours and maybe sixty darkened circles on a paper?? maybe not……

but what i have learned is different….what i have come to know about this exam….

its not an exam of Quantitative Ability or Verbal Ability or Data Interpretation as the IIMs say in their bulliten…..

its much more than that….

COMETH THE HOUR…COMETH THE MAN !!!

cliched though it may sound…this is wat its all about….it doesnt matter if u know the whole quant section or vice versa…..its all about converting them into MARKS in those two and half hours…

its all about the attitude and who holds their nerve better….

if u have the attitude to think that you are better than the rest…..chances are they will take you….cos that is what is needed of a manager these days…..

its precisely this…..it makes thousands of people think how fair it is……and the rest who cut through all this argument…..make it…..

its about forgetting all your past mistakes….all your past scores…all your past AMAZING scores and equally disappointing ones…..

its about focussing on what you are doing at the PRESENT in that class room and what it will transpire into, in your future…..

after all……isnt THAT what LIFE is all about?

take care…

and i need LOADS of luck and prayers….no thinking abt ‘i will get it if i deserve it’ shit this time….so PRAY people…..

love you guys….

i will soon post about my experience

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The Facial

A time comes in every man’s life when he is forced to do things that he would rather not do; he is pushed to foray into the territories where he would rather not go to. This force, as found out by a very popular survey conducted, 99% of the times happen to be a woman. Yes, the other kind, the type of human being with TWO X-chromosomes to be more precise.

Well to come back to the applicable topic, I was recently influenced by such force, to be more exact – my mom (love you mom), to get a…well…a facial done, the reason being a wedding in the family. Having agreed to her, I embarked upon this quest of getting my face cleaned up by someone else. Throughout my journey upto the saloon, which is a very long and exhausting 2 minutes, my mind was still contemplating this decision. When I finally reached there, I decided to get a haircut to start with, which would give me enough time to think it over. This as it turned out was not a very good idea. People generally talk about this little voice they have inside them, the voice that tells them what is right and what is wrong. Well, I did find that little voice, and millions of others that live with it. If I deduce, that one little voice belongs to a little person, then I am pretty sure that I have a whole country of these little people inside me. They also surely will give India a run for its money to become the largest democracy; and boy do they practice their democracy. They made sure that each and every one of them was heard and for the first time I didn’t hear the snip of the scissor going through my hair. They debated right from the facial being expensive to the risk of one of my friends walking in on me. But the majority thought that I should go through it, and hence by way of voting, I decided to do it.

Then it started, my man, the barber, started off by first applying something on my face and thoroughly rubbing it in, making sure that every inch of my skin was covered with it. For some reason, he had taken a liking to my nose and preferred giving it the maximum attention and rubbing it like it was no one’s business. He kept doing it as if he was extracting some heavenly pleasure out of it. He then left me for a few minutes and came back with something new and slapped it onto my face and the rubbing resumed, there goes my nose again. Though by this time I had got used to the cold in the air conditioned place, he kept applying things that were getting colder and more difficult to bear, sending my skin into shock every time.

Then I guess it was time to bring out the big guns, and out came some thing that actually looked like a gun. I for a second thought I had mistaken a dentist for a barber and was ready to bail out. He plugged it in and thrusted it onto my face. Again maximum attention was given to the nose, which was sure to be the shiniest part of my face at the end of this ordeal. After this gun got done with, out came a machine which was breathing out steam from it. And boy was it hot. Fifteen minutes of steaming later, I was wondering if I had been mislead by my country of little people, when suddenly on my face came a towel which was wet and so cold, it felt like it was on fire. One thing for sure, if my skin can withstand such drastic variations in temperature, it can go through anything. Off came the towel and a minute later, when I thought it was finally over, the man comes in with a brush and starts painting my face with something as I later found out is called a mask. After this I was left by myself to literally dry out and mull over life’s irony. How can we trust a stranger with our hair and our face….HOW? Talking of ironies, while I was left to dry, my man switched on the TV, and was watching a movie with our old friend Jackie Shroff in it. And the irony here, if you are wondering was, Mr. Shroff was trying to get a plastic surgery for himself in the movie. Though I certainly was not getting a surgery done, I surely was expecting a result which was comparable to the same. After drying me, and my skin feeling as if it was being pulled from different directions by the same little people, the man comes in and starts spraying water onto my face, which sent a sizeable amount of jolt through my skin. Then I suddenly heard the sound of ice being taken from an ice tray, and to my worst fears, the man comes in with an ice cube and rubs it onto my face. This sealed the argument, making me want to bomb the country of little people inside me.

Finally, to finish it off, as per trend, the man goes ahead and applies something that burns the tissue out of my skin, making sure that I am not doing this again and making me want to bomb the country again. The question that you would now be asking is, was all this punishment worth it. Am I more pleasing to the eyes of the onlooker? Well I guess the only way to find out is by risking using your own eyes. Till then CYA and take care.

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