The past few days have been good.
Argentina beat Mexico.
Italy beat Australia.
England beat Ecuador.
Brazil beat Ghana.
The past few days have been good.
Work killed me.
Monsoon brought me back to life.
Homer got a gun.
Ronaldo got a record.
Totti smashed home a penalty.
The past few days have been good.
Rocky drew Apollo.
Rocky beat Apollo.
Warrior beat Hogan.
Lust beat Clinton.
The past few days have been good.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Saturday, June 17, 2006
A shot at life
Man is an eternal traveller. Each moment on this earth is a journey - sometimes to self realisation, self destruction, self fulfillment, self actuation - a journey marked by meandering dreams, empty successes, victories in defeat and defeats in victory.
I cannot help but imagine that every living being in our vast solar system is here for a reason. Each organism no matter how insignificant to the naked mind, is here for a reason. The irony being that we'd know the reason only after it has outlived its allotment in the timeline.
If we're all here for a reason, then what is it about man that he spends all his life after that one dream, that one impossibility, that one reason that is the reason for every breath he breathes, he toils day in and day out, night in and night out, and after achieving it, all he can muster is - 'Yeah. Did it. Now what?'
How many times have I thought about this. How many times i have stood at the edge of insanity and asked myself - What am i here for? Why was i born? Where is it that my ultimate reason lies?
Why does man have the power to choose his destiny? Isn't it a curse? A sugar coated poison?
Why does he not submit himself to the cosmos? Let fate decide what happens next.
Every avenue i look at in life asks me the one question i have come to despise - When's the next money shot?
Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Open your mind. Think about that one thing that you would like to do no matter what. That one dream that transcends time, geography, economy... everything. There's probably no such thing. But that spark of romantisism coerces me to believe that it does exist. All i have to do is find it. Now if only it were that simple.
To ultimately get hold of it then becomes the aim of my existence. But there is one little problem. I will need to love it beyond everything in the world. I will need to accept for what it is and for it will transform me into. Considering the inevitable human quest for perfection, i might just spoil it. I remember the way i reduced my first academic love - physics - into a pitiful daily two hour exercise just so i could have a good grade to show to myself - Nothing dilutes love more than the quest for excellence.
I cannot help but imagine that every living being in our vast solar system is here for a reason. Each organism no matter how insignificant to the naked mind, is here for a reason. The irony being that we'd know the reason only after it has outlived its allotment in the timeline.
If we're all here for a reason, then what is it about man that he spends all his life after that one dream, that one impossibility, that one reason that is the reason for every breath he breathes, he toils day in and day out, night in and night out, and after achieving it, all he can muster is - 'Yeah. Did it. Now what?'
How many times have I thought about this. How many times i have stood at the edge of insanity and asked myself - What am i here for? Why was i born? Where is it that my ultimate reason lies?
Why does man have the power to choose his destiny? Isn't it a curse? A sugar coated poison?
Why does he not submit himself to the cosmos? Let fate decide what happens next.
Every avenue i look at in life asks me the one question i have come to despise - When's the next money shot?
Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Open your mind. Think about that one thing that you would like to do no matter what. That one dream that transcends time, geography, economy... everything. There's probably no such thing. But that spark of romantisism coerces me to believe that it does exist. All i have to do is find it. Now if only it were that simple.
To ultimately get hold of it then becomes the aim of my existence. But there is one little problem. I will need to love it beyond everything in the world. I will need to accept for what it is and for it will transform me into. Considering the inevitable human quest for perfection, i might just spoil it. I remember the way i reduced my first academic love - physics - into a pitiful daily two hour exercise just so i could have a good grade to show to myself - Nothing dilutes love more than the quest for excellence.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Monday, June 05, 2006
The great escape
For many students and professionals today, the obvious career choice seems to be linked with successfully completing an MBA, in one way or the other.
Be it software professionals disillusioned by the Copy + Paste formula, or the Commerce Grads - tired of selling insurance policies and handing out loans.
It really forces one to think, is an MBA a well thought out career choice, or an escape from the present situation?
Having formally been a part of the B-school aspirant bandwagon (and perhaps still a part of it), I sometimes wonder how many students actually even know what the syllabi looks like before applying for B-school admissions. Does the brand value of the institute supersede the course content? Does the lure of a fat pay packet dilute your true calling?
And how does one react to the incessant preparation that goes on for the various 'Aptitude' tests for admissions to B-Schools... The way I look at it, if I have to prepare for something three hours a day, six months at a stretch, preferably in the Himalayas, then I don’t have the aptitude for it! Why would have to prepare for something if I had the aptitude for it!
Baffles me. Completely.
P.S. : If anyone happens to read this, please do leave your comments behind. I really want to know what your take on this is.
Be it software professionals disillusioned by the Copy + Paste formula, or the Commerce Grads - tired of selling insurance policies and handing out loans.
It really forces one to think, is an MBA a well thought out career choice, or an escape from the present situation?
Having formally been a part of the B-school aspirant bandwagon (and perhaps still a part of it), I sometimes wonder how many students actually even know what the syllabi looks like before applying for B-school admissions. Does the brand value of the institute supersede the course content? Does the lure of a fat pay packet dilute your true calling?
And how does one react to the incessant preparation that goes on for the various 'Aptitude' tests for admissions to B-Schools... The way I look at it, if I have to prepare for something three hours a day, six months at a stretch, preferably in the Himalayas, then I don’t have the aptitude for it! Why would have to prepare for something if I had the aptitude for it!
Baffles me. Completely.
P.S. : If anyone happens to read this, please do leave your comments behind. I really want to know what your take on this is.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Brothers in arms
Children of Adam,
Brothers in arms,
Why do we forget?
George is my brother, so is Laden.
Children of Adam,
Brothers in arms,
Why do we forget?
Why love mortals?
To mourn separation?
Love life,
When it goes, it sweeps you with it.
What will you then mourn, when you are with it always...
Brothers in arms,
Why do we forget?
George is my brother, so is Laden.
Children of Adam,
Brothers in arms,
Why do we forget?
Why love mortals?
To mourn separation?
Love life,
When it goes, it sweeps you with it.
What will you then mourn, when you are with it always...
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