Reaching Out....

Hey i am back and as the rain gods finally took pity on the miserable

people of Ahmedabad and as the shock and frustration of Day X finally

wearing off , I find myself in an unusually contemplative mood thinking

about the incredible things which have happened in the past week

enough to change one's perspective of my entire life.

But first things first, the week started with 28th September my

birthday eve, a especially exciting one because of the pomp, glamor

and traditions associated with birthday celebrations at WIMWI.

But all these excitements and fun seem blasphemous in lieu of

what happpened next. The very next morning a dorm mate and

a friend had passed away. One of the most memorable days of my life

turned into one of my worst nightmares. Although i will not delve any

deeper in the matter, this episode more than any other has made me

rethink my priorities in life. What was more surprising and shocking

was the extent of indifference shown by some of the people i had

respected before, ranging from continuing to teach even after

getting the news to not even showing up to the funeral. But

i guess it is not for me to judge to each his own.

Moving on, what was even more commendable was the resilience

( or is it indifference? ) shown by students community going right

back in the mire of CVs, PPTs, summers and deadlines. In all this

weighed down by my own personal guilt which i tried hard to

rationalize with myself i am not ashamed to say i would have really

struggled if not for the timely help of some very special friends. And

while there is the general perception that WIMWI is more about need

based friendships, which is true maybe to a certain extent that particular

incident shows that maybe even these need based friendships may turn

into something very special. Also in those tough times you understand that

some of people you just thought as class mates or people you hang out with

had inadvertently turned into friends who hopefully will stay with you for life.

So this post is basically in gratitude for those people who were there to

celebrate my good times and were also there during the troubled times.

This post is in gratitude to those who were concerned and cared enough

to inquire about how well i am coping. And last but not the least this post

is in gratitude to the spirit of WIMWI where more than 100 people came

to bid farewell to a fellow friend

signing off

Harsh

Disclaimer : This posts reflect entirely my personal opinion and there is no

intention of hurting anyone's feelings or sentiments.

"I am content to live it all again, and yet again"...Keat

Ya i know this was the title of one of my earlier posts, but this
seems more apt in the present context. The present context
being me surrounded by 350 individuals each of whom can
move the earth even if they are not given a liver long enough.
Also the fact that each of us(maybe excluding me) is so insecure
that making friends, something which came so easily earlier is
becoming quite an ordeal. Of course there are endless amounts
of crib sessions with people about the various nuances of life
at Ahmedabad like quizzes, cases, CV making, summers
( hopefully i did not leak out any confidential information in
the last line!!) , but quite a lot of it is on need basis rather than
Bakar sessions with friends. Which is why i guess i am sitting
writing post while others are probably preparing for surprise
quizzes ( if u find and anomaly in the preparing part of surprise
quiz, please don't blame me, this is just how things are here).

But it's not all bad, yours truly has managed to find some people
like him, and is kind of hoping to make believers out of some
other heretics ( listening Pheobe?). And you learn quite a lot
here, that's for sure because even when i am writing here, i am
thinking of the WAC report and wondering are my sentences
becoming too long and winding, and are my reflections supported
by case facts. I am surviving so far by being a child and refusing
to change, for how long will that last i dunno, because one of us
will have to give in some time and i have a distinct feeling
that it is not going to be WIMWI's system. Besides the usual
plethora of boring subjects we have couple of interesting subjects
especially ethics, not because of the subject matter, but more so
because of the insights you get about the opposite sex.

But all in all if you no me at all, you will know that in a curious sadistic
way i am enjoying it all, the up's and down's the challenges and
above all collecting some precious memories before we all get
stuck in the mire of corporate life earning our bread and butter.
And i have formed a couple of close friends in the section, kind of
like a trio of Harry, Ron and Hermione. Not sure whether i am
Harry or Ron( but in case i am Harry, Ron where is your sister).
Anyways i am just rambling on, and for those who have managed
to survive this far, thanks for being there.

So long

PS: If all you Roorkee people are wondering, why not a single reference
to you guys then think again, have you done anything to annoy me? Like
not calling for instance.

Dear Diary.....

Dear John,
A lot of things have happened recently that I wanted to confide to you
but haven't had the time to, you see you are my closest friend in which I
can confide to (so all you peeping toms or more accurately reading toms
fuck off).For those wondering about the sudden change in format please
see PS1.

I got a job in PWC, supposedly a very big firm which offers great
work, almost no money (OK I am a little greedy) and nobody in
my family has ever heard of it.Great goings i say,but you know
me i am hardly the one to complain ever,maybe it will turn out to
be the best.But one thing for sure the best strategy of giving an
interview is believe that you don't give a rat's ass to whether company
take you or not worked in Irunway and here as well.(but please don't
complain to the administration) but one last hope is that i heard PT
managed to find girls there so maybe i will to(poulomi please dont
read the above line.)

Secondly, my sister has gotten married and moved to Chicago,
now thats a positive because now my line is completely open
and all the prospective fathers (or should it be fathers of
prospective daughters or maybe prospective wives Tobe ) will
be queuing for my hand in marriage (or is it the other way round!
ya i know my fundas are very weak in this regard.)
But a gray lining in the silver cloud (Ha ha i know i am witty) is
that i miss my sister quite a lot and dunno when would i be able
to see her because in all the hordes of options available for my
future as i am a pretty versatile person, none involves moving
to Chicago and living on the money of my sister and jiju.

Thirdly, I had the most boring holidays of my entire life with periods
(no not those kind of periods,u sick perverts) in which i was worried
that the laziness which has spread through my very bones may
reach my heart and it laze around in its pumping action.
But the strange thing was even though i was so bored, i refused
most of the other alternatives like going back to Rourke, going
out with my friends my ipod and other stuff.I dunno why that
happened,maybe you can tell me because as you know i am
generally such a happening person,life and soul of
any party.(No smirking! you know its true.)

Got a lot more to tell you , a lot more opinions about a lot of stuff like
Ghazini, placements , the books that i have read recently(recently i
have been expanding my horizons as always) or basically anything under
the sun which i know or don't know about.But more on that later.

and yes, the much awaited PS

Ps1: I am writing this in this format because just read Anne Frank
and I guess i have been inspired, not by her style of writing and
stuff but more by the incredible strength of her diary which has
survived for so long .which made me think that maybe even we
our in trapped in a big room whose walls we cannot see,trapped
not by the Nazis but by our ambitions aspirations or expectations.
Should stop getting philosophical,and you will not understand it
anyways because you only see the outer layer but not peel
the outer layers to understand the real me,which is very different.
STOP STOP

Ps2: for those idiots who dint understand john is for john doe.

Ps3: read the undercover economist, two things in its favors
firstly i loved it and secondly and more importantly Shwaitang
hated it because he thought it was too simple so i think we might
be able to just about understand this one.