Why did we take up science even though we had better grades in geography and English?
Why did we stand with a crowd of people trying to get a glimpse of what they were looking at? (which was nothing)
Why did we have to eat that horrible looking drink when we KNEW we won’t like it?
Why do we decide that our 5 year old kid needs to go for tuitions, an art class, a swimming class, a speech class, a music class?
Why did we apply for all companies, all profiles during our placements?
Why do we bite more than we can chew?
Why do we decide to date that guy when we’re pretty sure we didn’t like him much?
Why do we enroll to get coached for a coaching centre that will coach us for an entrance exam?
Why is what I have not as good as what YOU have?
Why do we not afford the luxury to develop INTERESTS??
Why are we a part of a thousand cells and projects when we know it makes it impossible for us to focus on even one?
The answer to ALL these questions is: FOMO.
FOMO stands for ‘Fear Of Missing Out’.
This disorder is commonly prevalent in management students. We all have FOMO. Our fear far exceeds that of the other species. We fear missing out on ‘Brownie points’; missing out on the possibility of creating a more impressive CV; missing out on ‘learning’ and ‘knowledge’; missing out on impressing that girl/boy while pretending to be in the process of ‘learning ‘; missing out of not being a part of any club, cuz Hey, that might be where all the ‘learning’ is’!; missing out on being noticed, hell there are so many of us!; missing out on a decent return on investment, and Finally, missing out on ANY opportunity that MIGHT help us JUSTIFY to whatever LITTLE extent, WHY we’re here!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Faith, Hope & Love
Love
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It is not rude,
it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes
always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are
prophecies, they will cease; where there
are tongues, they will be stilled;
where there is knowledge, it will come to pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes,
the imperfect disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put childish ways
behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection;
then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part;
then I shall know fully, even as I am full known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.
NIV... I CORINTHIANS 13: 4-13
Faith
Faith begins by believing
in your heart that what is right
has a chance.
Faith is knowing in your heart
that good can overcome evil,
that the sun can shine
in a rainstorm.
Faith is peaceful
and comforting, because it
comes from within
where no one can invade
your private dreams.
Faith is not something
you can demand or command;
it is a result of commitment to belief.
Faith is believing in something
you can't see or hear,
something deep inside
that only you understand
and control.
Faith is trusting in yourself
enough to know that no matter
how things turn out,
you will make
the best of them.
Hope
Hope is not the closing of your eyes
to the difficulty, the risk,
or the failure.
It is a trust that ...
If I fail now...
I shall not fail forever;
and if I am hurt,
I shall be healed.
It is a trust that
life is good,
love is powerful,
and the future is full of promise.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It is not rude,
it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes
always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are
prophecies, they will cease; where there
are tongues, they will be stilled;
where there is knowledge, it will come to pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes,
the imperfect disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put childish ways
behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection;
then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part;
then I shall know fully, even as I am full known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.
NIV... I CORINTHIANS 13: 4-13
Faith
Faith begins by believing
in your heart that what is right
has a chance.
Faith is knowing in your heart
that good can overcome evil,
that the sun can shine
in a rainstorm.
Faith is peaceful
and comforting, because it
comes from within
where no one can invade
your private dreams.
Faith is not something
you can demand or command;
it is a result of commitment to belief.
Faith is believing in something
you can't see or hear,
something deep inside
that only you understand
and control.
Faith is trusting in yourself
enough to know that no matter
how things turn out,
you will make
the best of them.
Hope
Hope is not the closing of your eyes
to the difficulty, the risk,
or the failure.
It is a trust that ...
If I fail now...
I shall not fail forever;
and if I am hurt,
I shall be healed.
It is a trust that
life is good,
love is powerful,
and the future is full of promise.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
The B Schoolers..
I have placements, I have projects, I have cases to study, presentations to make, concepts to learn, people to get ahead of. I have million things to do. I’m a B schooler.
So when I got thoughtful today, I panicked. I thought why do I have to sit and ponder at this moment?? This moment, which is like any other moment? A moment with a million things to do. A million things that will ‘do me good’.
So, I got thinking.. Should I ignore all the thoughts coming into my head, or should i capitalise on it? ‘Capitalise’? I’m not going to use it ‘profitably’. Another word. ‘Leverage’? Leverage? I’m not going to use it for advantage. Another word. Benefit? Use? Exploit?
Where have the other words gone? Have we started using everything to advantage? Or have we always done that and are just doing that in a more structured and ‘professional’ way. What does it mean to be a Bschooler?
Does it mean that every action, every decision, even your THOUGHTS should fetch you a CV point? Are these two years going to be centred around that? Are we in the process of getting prepared for ‘The race ahead!!’, or is it just a sad consolation we give ourselves, so we can keep our ‘productivity high’? Are Bschools just Jazz?
We came here open n loose, and now we’re all being packaged into shiny colourful packets with taglines and promises to deliver.
We will not spoil.
We will certainly not spoil you.
We will last long.
We have mass appeal.
We are an amalgamation of all that you want from a professional.
Use us, capitalise on us, leverage the potential, benefit from us, exploit us! (While we do the same to you, or so we think)
And we’re waiting to be picked. With our arms extended upwards. And we’re fighting amongst ourselves and with the other B schools. Fighting for shelf space, fighting to be in the corporate line of sight. Buy us, pick us, use us! Before our product life gets over, before we expire and before our packets lose their shine and jazz.
The packets will ultimately lose their shine. We will be loose again. Without any print on us that tells us what our features are. That is for us to know. And so it’s important to keep your perspective alive. And please let that be your own. Not the one you have to fetch u a CV point, or to grab that placement. But the one that is of your loose, unpackaged self.
I’m not sure if we’re here to learn or to unlearn what we have learnt so far. But if we manage not to unlearn even to a little extent, it could be the best exposure we will have.
So when I got thoughtful today, I panicked. I thought why do I have to sit and ponder at this moment?? This moment, which is like any other moment? A moment with a million things to do. A million things that will ‘do me good’.
So, I got thinking.. Should I ignore all the thoughts coming into my head, or should i capitalise on it? ‘Capitalise’? I’m not going to use it ‘profitably’. Another word. ‘Leverage’? Leverage? I’m not going to use it for advantage. Another word. Benefit? Use? Exploit?
Where have the other words gone? Have we started using everything to advantage? Or have we always done that and are just doing that in a more structured and ‘professional’ way. What does it mean to be a Bschooler?
Does it mean that every action, every decision, even your THOUGHTS should fetch you a CV point? Are these two years going to be centred around that? Are we in the process of getting prepared for ‘The race ahead!!’, or is it just a sad consolation we give ourselves, so we can keep our ‘productivity high’? Are Bschools just Jazz?
We came here open n loose, and now we’re all being packaged into shiny colourful packets with taglines and promises to deliver.
We will not spoil.
We will certainly not spoil you.
We will last long.
We have mass appeal.
We are an amalgamation of all that you want from a professional.
Use us, capitalise on us, leverage the potential, benefit from us, exploit us! (While we do the same to you, or so we think)
And we’re waiting to be picked. With our arms extended upwards. And we’re fighting amongst ourselves and with the other B schools. Fighting for shelf space, fighting to be in the corporate line of sight. Buy us, pick us, use us! Before our product life gets over, before we expire and before our packets lose their shine and jazz.
The packets will ultimately lose their shine. We will be loose again. Without any print on us that tells us what our features are. That is for us to know. And so it’s important to keep your perspective alive. And please let that be your own. Not the one you have to fetch u a CV point, or to grab that placement. But the one that is of your loose, unpackaged self.
I’m not sure if we’re here to learn or to unlearn what we have learnt so far. But if we manage not to unlearn even to a little extent, it could be the best exposure we will have.
Monday, September 6, 2010
To keep me going..
Make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, your pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
And where there is sadness, joy.
Oh lord, grant that I may never seek,
so much, to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love with all my soul..
This prayer I make, to keep me going, to keep me from getting lost. Amen.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, your pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
And where there is sadness, joy.
Oh lord, grant that I may never seek,
so much, to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love with all my soul..
This prayer I make, to keep me going, to keep me from getting lost. Amen.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Dedicated to my bhoosli :)
Joint Diary entry.. 12th June 2010, 01:58 AM
Nehu and Ayu (on the phone)
(Ayu insisting I write 'Bhoos' and 'Tun', reverse, then respectively)
Hmm.. Day after 'TUN' is moving to 'MUM', and day after 'Bhoos' is moving to 'KOZ' (pronounced KOOZ, please)
TUN and BHOOS have made it after all these years (Almost 4), and continue to share the the deepest bond ever. And they pledge to do so , always. (Ayu says, 'Muje nai pata') BITCH.
Ayu calls nehu, 'NEHU.......' fondly.
Ayu found something she will gift Nehu at her wedding i.e. (MINI FUSE BALL TABLE :D :D :D, in addition to PS III)
Ayu and Nehu are going to enter a different, VERY different life stage now. They will be BUSY. VERY BUSY for a change, and also not together while being so.. :(
Ayu says she will throw a lot of tantrums and hopes Nehu puts up with it like before (Ayu winks on the phone, Nehu is pareshan, but she'll manage.. SIGH)
Ayu also thanks Nehu for something she will not tell her for a minute.
Minute over.
(For putting her up for a guitar)
AYU IS GAVAR
Ayu looks gavar when she sings in angrezi cuz she makes a funny face..
*Illustration that cannot ber reproduced*
Ayu, now hates this entry!
To be contd later... DEFINITELY.
Nehu and Ayu (on the phone)
(Ayu insisting I write 'Bhoos' and 'Tun', reverse, then respectively)
Hmm.. Day after 'TUN' is moving to 'MUM', and day after 'Bhoos' is moving to 'KOZ' (pronounced KOOZ, please)
TUN and BHOOS have made it after all these years (Almost 4), and continue to share the the deepest bond ever. And they pledge to do so , always. (Ayu says, 'Muje nai pata') BITCH.
Ayu calls nehu, 'NEHU.......' fondly.
Ayu found something she will gift Nehu at her wedding i.e. (MINI FUSE BALL TABLE :D :D :D, in addition to PS III)
Ayu and Nehu are going to enter a different, VERY different life stage now. They will be BUSY. VERY BUSY for a change, and also not together while being so.. :(
Ayu says she will throw a lot of tantrums and hopes Nehu puts up with it like before (Ayu winks on the phone, Nehu is pareshan, but she'll manage.. SIGH)
Ayu also thanks Nehu for something she will not tell her for a minute.
Minute over.
(For putting her up for a guitar)
AYU IS GAVAR
Ayu looks gavar when she sings in angrezi cuz she makes a funny face..
*Illustration that cannot ber reproduced*
Ayu, now hates this entry!
To be contd later... DEFINITELY.
Love :)
Why do we love? Is it a need, a compulsion? Is it under our control? Why do we single out or segregate a set of people we’re ready to give it all up for? Are they ‘nice’ people? Is it because they love us back? Is it the compatibility, or is it the incompatibility?
Love makes us feel Human. Not just being loved, the ABILITY to love makes us feel human. Because with it comes sacrifice, concern, giving. And these are traits we don’t think we possess.
So, when you wake up an entire night worrying for someone or helping them out.
When hearing someone’s voice after a long time fills you with emotion.
When your opinions and judgements are get direction from the views of certain other people.
When someone cracks a joke and you look around for a particular face to find out whether they find it funny and then decide whether you did as well.
When you give out your Favourite possession, you swore you wouldn’t part with, ONLY to your best friend.
When parents save and cut down on spending, so they could splurge on their children later.
When you forget about your exams because a friend is feeling low.
When you drive back and forth for hours, just so u could see someone for a few minutes.
When your happiness is defined by the happiness of other people.
It all makes you feel human. And magnanimous.
We love because it makes US feel special, and it also happens to serve the dual purpose of making the other person feel special as well. We love because it brings out the best and worst in us. We love just to see how far we can go.
Love makes us feel Human. Not just being loved, the ABILITY to love makes us feel human. Because with it comes sacrifice, concern, giving. And these are traits we don’t think we possess.
So, when you wake up an entire night worrying for someone or helping them out.
When hearing someone’s voice after a long time fills you with emotion.
When your opinions and judgements are get direction from the views of certain other people.
When someone cracks a joke and you look around for a particular face to find out whether they find it funny and then decide whether you did as well.
When you give out your Favourite possession, you swore you wouldn’t part with, ONLY to your best friend.
When parents save and cut down on spending, so they could splurge on their children later.
When you forget about your exams because a friend is feeling low.
When you drive back and forth for hours, just so u could see someone for a few minutes.
When your happiness is defined by the happiness of other people.
It all makes you feel human. And magnanimous.
We love because it makes US feel special, and it also happens to serve the dual purpose of making the other person feel special as well. We love because it brings out the best and worst in us. We love just to see how far we can go.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The complex sex..
WAR. RELIGION. SEX. POWER.
A man’s baser passions? Or only passions?
Does their entire life not revolve around one of these things? Do they not give up one of them ONLY for one of these others?
WAR. RELIGION. SEX. POWER.
Seemingly simple, then why so complicated?
What about women?
EMOTIONS. LOVE. MOTHERHOOD. (Really? )
AFFILIATION. ACCEPTANCE. FAMILY. (No?)
DOMINANCE or SUBJUGATION??
DESIRE or SACRIFICE??
STRENGTH or WEAKNESS?
THE POWER TO DESTROY or THE POWER TO CREATE and NURTURE?
SOMEONE TO YEARN FOR or SOMEONE TO BEWARE OF?
Women.. complicated, and living up to it =)
Which is, then , the more complex sex?
A man’s baser passions? Or only passions?
Does their entire life not revolve around one of these things? Do they not give up one of them ONLY for one of these others?
WAR. RELIGION. SEX. POWER.
Seemingly simple, then why so complicated?
What about women?
EMOTIONS. LOVE. MOTHERHOOD. (Really? )
AFFILIATION. ACCEPTANCE. FAMILY. (No?)
DOMINANCE or SUBJUGATION??
DESIRE or SACRIFICE??
STRENGTH or WEAKNESS?
THE POWER TO DESTROY or THE POWER TO CREATE and NURTURE?
SOMEONE TO YEARN FOR or SOMEONE TO BEWARE OF?
Women.. complicated, and living up to it =)
Which is, then , the more complex sex?
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The Frog Prince :p
To keep the 'spirit' alive :)
This is an email sent by Manavi :) Why I've posted this here is to remind us that we must always keep alive in us this 'inner child', or rather 'the inner retarded child' I Love you guys! Shoes, Bhoos, Big B, Manavi (Since I already disclosed ur name:p)
Thanks to all of us for making such amazing memories! Mwah! NOW, the email:
i know you guys are thinking what a stupid title, but it'll make sense soon, i promise!
first things first..
I miss you guys sooo much! theres nothing like us here, or anywhere else! everyones sorta retarded in a way i dont like =( something really stupid happened yesterday.. I was in college all night working on an assignment, and sometime around 2 o clock i decided to just randomly go down to the lawn!.. SO I started running down(exaggeration, i think i was walking at ayus pace :P) , and i was on the phone talking to simran and then i saw a frog INSIDE my college near the reception (for no reason, even though im aware that the max a frog can do is stick its tongue out,im scared of frogs! they're oddly green and they keep hopping around.. i know they're tiny and all, but they are a little scary okay!) anyhow so i looked at the frog and I got a little hassled/ curious.. so then while i was running (you know what that means by now) and on the phone looking/marvelling at the frog from a distance and talking about how theres a frog INSIDE my college (they say mba teaches you multitasking, and for the two doing MS, this should serve as a fine example) oho, yeah so running on the phone, frog? are we through till this point?
okay, SO, yeah then i crossed the frog.. like ~ | -
where ~ is me
| is the ramp's edge (i was on the ramp the frog was on the stairs)
~ is the frog...
wait, to make it clearer i will just make somethings bold.. wait.. so i added colours too..wait i have to make some changes.. so when i reached this point! the frog did like a little bit of a jump thing.. and then i did an impromptu split, just to impress him with my moves too.. and i got hurt! ( didnt intentionally do a split, i FELL and my legs went like that..) and i got hurt and now my foot is swollen and a had to get my yearly tetanus shot (prekshi, how long is a tetanus valid? VALID hahahaha.. i mean till when does itt last?)
AND THEN, i started giggling for no reason, and some seniors were getting me frist aid, and i was giggling throughout, for no reason! and i missed you guys like MADDDDD! I realised all of this happened coz i had a bunch of really randomly oriented friends in college, and now i have lost my mind and i giggle =(
yeah so thats my story, and frogs can never turn into princes, i dont know why anyone would use ugly fucking FROGS in a FAIRY TALE!
(btw, i like my colour scheme a lot, please feel free to praise it..)
@each one : you're tagged now.. this is our internal newsletter.. =)
over and out.
ramprasad chowrasia =) shit thats not even funny now.. i miss ='(
love you guys <3
Thursday, August 5, 2010
ITS MY LIFE?
Suicides.. It has many threads..
Is it escape or desperation?
Courage or Cowardice?
Crime or not?
It’s a god given life?
Personal right?
Why or why not?
Farmers..
Exams..
Love..
Betrayal..
Excellence vs. Natural Aptitude.
Methods.
Quick?
Slow?
Painless?
Painful?
Planned?
Spur of the moment?
Suicide as release?
Suicide as revenge?
Suicide for a greater purpose?
Suicide Bombings?
Suicide to make a statement.
Suicide for self pity.
There is one question which needs to be answered. Is it ‘Just my life’? Is it only our actions that govern our lives and do our lives govern only our actions? Is it, then, a personal right to decide if you want to end it?
There can only be a few things which can cause more pain to a mother than to know that she could not sustain in her child, a will to live. To know that she HAD a child, and had it not been for a few careless words, a decision made on his behalf, she would still HAVE that child. All the dreams, all the love, all the nurturing and conditioning, all the giving without expecting.. That person around whom your entire life centred around. That person you gave up everything for.. All of that could not keep in him a want to live. That the world was so painful for your child, that he chose to cease existing.
We love numbers. We quantify everything. I am the second child of my class 1 officer parent, studying in the 7th best institute with a 230 rank and earning a package of 7 lacs. Why do we define everything by numbers? Why do we need a number backing us up? The arguments could be many. Its practical, its simple, its easier.
It may be, but all i know is that when you touch the skin of a person that once had warmth, when u feel the stiffness, the strange inhuman quality of what had once been a loving touch, you know that no amount of simplicity or practicality can ever replace it. You know what LIFE really is. You understand, it’s not simply a switch u can turn off. It has implications. It ruins others. The love goes. The faith goes. You don’t feel anger or remorse. It’s a feeling that cannot be classified. And it disturbs you, haunts you. It fills your head with questions.
What did he feel? Why did he do it? Did he think it won’t happen? Did he want to turn back but couldn’t? Was it peaceful? Did he struggle? Was he possessed?
And no matter how much time has passed, the questions stay.
Suicide is a crime. Whether you like it, or not.
It may bring you release, but it imprisons several others. Whether you want it to, or not.
Suicide causes murder. Whether you’re a killer, or not.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Disbelief
I refuse to disbelieve. I don’t see why that is absurd. This world has way too many theories to believe in, all in conflict with one another. SEVERAL religions and faith, and each one of them gives rise to a strong sense of conviction from you if you dig deep enough into it. Science, in itself, is based on assumptions. Why should I disbelieve in any theory or system of thought? What if the assumptions were false and we’re faced with a situation where all that we’ve believed to be the truth all this while, and an exclusive one at that, is rendered as a mere imaginative theory. I don’t believe in everything, but I do not disbelieve.
How often have we lost our belongings, and found them at the very same spot we‘d looked for it before. Why do we say we’re idiots? Is it not possible that some light wave/particle did some twisted trick to make it invisible to us? Or that maybe god is just playing a joke. You know, getting a laugh. “Haha, what fun, look at him, Bloody fool!” Maybe it was one of those mental conditions where you can’t look at objects right in front of you? Just an example of how everything can be explained in a VARIETY of ways with viewpoints ranging from the religious, scientific, psychological, philosophical etc. Who knows which one of it is really true, if there is any truth as such? We’re NOT idiots! There IS no normal. No reference is absolute. Einstein’s theory of relativity! Who knows whether we dream in our lives, or whether our dream is the life, and our lives the dream?
Nothing has to be fixed and universal if you don’t want it to be. Try looking at objects, events, people, from a different viewpoint. When I was little, I was told that if you hold on to another body and lightning strikes you, you live. Because someone in my father’s village held on to his cow’s tail and survived a lightning. I know that’s ‘impossible’. Or that it could only be a possibility if a hundred other conditions were fulfilled, scientifically. Maybe it was god’s miracle. Maybe the lightening was imagined. Maybe the person lied. Most likely, it was just a bed time story told to me. But I can state with COMPLETE faith, that god forbid if a lightning strikes me, and if by SOME twist of fate, i have a cow next to me, I’ll hold its tail and I’ll HOPE to live. Because the only thing I disbelieve is disbelief.
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