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.

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.

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.

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.