I wonder...

A student asks a teacher, "What is love?"The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.

But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."

The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big wheat, but he wonders..may be there is a bigger one later.

Then he saw another bigger one.. but may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him.

Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he start to realize that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.

So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.

The teacher told him, "..this is love.. you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realize, you have already miss the person.."

*"What is marriage then?" the student asked.

The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."

The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher.

The teacher told him, "this time you bring back a corn.. you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get.. this is marriage."

Back to 614...

After a gap of 10 days, I'm back in my dusty brick walled dorm room. 10 intense days which saw me skipping and racing through classes, answering and ignoring umpteen rings on the phone, getting applauded and humiliated and in the end exhausted, confused and missing it all...

My room has cobwebs hanging from the weirdest corners, the casemats and books still smell afresh, there have been things I am unaware of - assignments (thanks G3 for bearing this freerider's load!), dorm-affairs, happenings outside campus and inside the lives of some of my closest friends and foes. The new year resolutions are almost down the drain now, and so deep down that fishing them out seems too mammoth a task to accomplish. And despite a lazed off weekend there is still an army of backlogs to haunt my sleep tonight. Should I even care?

It's time to follow some much dispensed advice - If you care, you just get disappointed all the time. If you don't care nothing matters so you are never upset ! ... Cos advice, like youth, is wasted on the young ... and I'm still young !

Signing off, b back soon

Back after a long long time

It's been 10 days since I've posted. A lot has changed in these 10 days - an entire year at IIM A has now taken up a new task, all those speculations about foreign exchange or contesting for elections have now been replaced by a larger cause - alas, I can't write about it here due to some policy issues :P

Since exams approach, my blogging frequency is bound to rise... so to put a start to it I read a rather disturbing yet empirically true statement:

"Expecting life to treat you well because you are a good person is like expecting an angry bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian"

Pondering ... thinking ... reflecting...

And then they came for me ...

Read this article which mentioned the German theologian, Martin Niem"ller. In his youth he was an anti-Semite and an admirer of Hitler. As Nazism took hold in Germany, however, he saw Nazism for what it was: it was not just the Jews Hitler sought to extirpate, it was just about anyone with an alternate point of view. Niem"ller spoke out, and for his trouble was incarcerated in the Sachsenhausen and Dachau concentration camps from 1937 to 1945, and very nearly executed. While incarcerated, Niem"ller wrote a poem that, from the first time I read it in my teenage years, stuck hauntingly in my mind:


First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for the Communists
and I did not speak out because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for the trade unionists
and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me.

Scary ...

New year huh ?

It's a new year, one which was brought in with huge bashes and booms throughout the world... But what does a new year bring in apart from the usual starting confusions of writing (or typing or saying or miming...) 2009 instead of 2008 in the box asking for today's date on forms?

On that note, what makes a birthday all that special? It's nothing but a reason to celebrate, and a reason to judge how much someone cares for you looking at the timing & intensity of the wishes? If nothing else, I hope that someday I'll be able to overcome all these petty customs and rise above ;).. till then, need to get the gifts flowing :).

Like another friend, Sid from my class, maybe I oughta try a maun vrat too ...

Ciao,
Rahul aka Parcel

The T-nite Sagas .....

What forces a 25 year old guy who's backpacked throughout Europe to get up on stage in front of 300 odd people and start shaking his booty on "Choli ke peeche" (Clarification: This was NOT ME, pls do not request such a performance!) ... Add to this the fact that this guy is one from an elite batch of 300; chosen for one of the most academically rigorous programs in the world - just one word - "T nite"

Some call it a Talent nite, some call it Togetherness nites ... for me it was just coupla Tough nites... Really tough, really really tough. If you think the worst part about IIM A was the mammoth HR cases, or the surprise Accounting quizzes - T nite was a notch above. 4 days - 80 people - Run, draw, paint, dance, sing, jump, dance, act, shout, cheer, jeer, dance, choreograph, cry, laugh, think ... did I mention dance !!! ~ 16 hours to present a 40 minute show to one of the most rowdy (even Bihar doesn't match) audiences in the country - all to defend the honor for your section... and the tag sticks for years to come! To give you a glimpse of what we did .. here's a "kutti" vid (a word i learnt from the Tam junta in the class)



So great is the impact that a day later, when a certain consulting biggie was on campus for a talk, they started off congratulating the winning section and anecdotes were shared ranging from ancient batches to this year. And surprisingly, every one of us identified with what they said and couldn't stop rolling eyes and letting out innocent smiles. All things said, it was one hell of a management experience - time management, people management, marketing, accounting, and dance :) - I finally agree that I too can dance ... after years of slumbering dance bones at IITB and being amazed at a brother with a rubber body - the genes have awakened... Alas, the sprains and pains ruin the nostalgia!

So many random thoughts... Almost forgot to mention, I was lucky enough to attend my convocation in the midst of Tnites (Sorry guys, but I had to leave you for a day) minus the trouble of a rehearsal or the golden opportunity to hear the President's speech ;) ... Double victory !

More random cribs later ...
Auf wiedersehn