THE BLACK CAT

The month of January each year sees so much of depression, despair, helplessness and noticeably little excitement amongst the 22- 26 year olds. One of the most difficult exams in the country, no other seems to freak people out so much. I guess it is because it is now about where you are headed, how your career is shaping up etc which makes it feel like this is going to be either all or nothing.

The CAT mania is such that students who have already entered the supposedly "not-so-good" management colleges keep giving it even after spending 2.5 lakh on their first year. Anything and everything seems justified if it gets you into one of the big 6.

I'm so glad I'm over and done with it. I know friends who are two years on either side of me who are attempting the CAT, many for the third time. There are very few who can manage to waltz into the examination room and still walk out with a 99.9 percentile. My brother is one such freak:D After my dad did everything but write the paper for him, having to literally kick him out of the house to make him write the paper does no justice to that kind of a score!! Love you, you crazy nut:)

To G: Hang in there. It has got to happen some day. We both have our own plans for the future, we'll make those reeeeally happen. And we're all here for you:)

WHAT DOES IT COST TO HAVE A CELEBRATION?

I'm posting a forwarded mail here-- not something I really like doing, but kinda identified with this one [:) to G]. Hence, here goes.

1. A winter evening.

Four friends.

One barsaat.

Four glasses of chai.

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2. Hundred bucks of gas.

A rusty old bike.

And an open road.

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3. Rain on a hot tin roof.

Pakoras deep-frying.

Neighbours dropping in.

A party.

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4. You and mom.

A summer night.

A bottle of coconut oil.

A head massage.

Gossiping about absent family members.

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5. 3 old friends.

3 separate cities.

3 coffee mugs.

1 internet messenger.

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6. Maggi noodles.

A hostel room.

4.25 a.m.

:):)

IT'S ONE OF THOSE DAYS..

I'm in a very serious mood. The brooding type. All I do when somebody cracks a joke is quirk an eyebrow. If I'd been a boy with this temprament permanently, I'd be a Mills & Boon hero-- minus the icy blue stare and the million dollars.

Feeling very listless, and for no reason whatsoever. On analyzing, I now conclude that I'm not satisfied with my life at all. I once read somewhere (Cosmo, was it?) that to check if you're happy with where you are in life, you should slot your life into the following categories (in no particular order) and then run it under the microscope.

1. Family: I'm in a cribby mood, but even after minutes of thinking, i can't find fault.. I'm very happy:)
2. Career: Have no idea where I'm going with this-- still feel like tearing my hair out when somebody says "define marketing/ a brand". And it does not end there. When I'm at one of my high points in enthusiasm about the supposedly bright future (and we carefully do not compare with any other B-schools here), somebody asks, "Do you know exactly what you're looking for in your career? Do you have a PLAN?" Argh.
3. Romance: Do I have my Abhishek Bachchan??!!!!
4. Physical Health: A gazillion allergies, and a nose that makes me sneeze each morning irrespective of the season. Carrying a shawl to class in the middle of the summer is not something I fancy, contrary to common perception.

1 out of 4????!!!!!!!! 25% satisfaction??!!!! GAH!!!

I normally enjoy my solemn moods, but after the above analysis, I find myself at the absolute bottom of the despondency pit.

Think I'll go watch some Friends, and pig out on some chocolate cake. One thing that's really good-- I don't have calorie-worries :)

And so that I don't read this blog in the future and go "What's with me??!!", I'm going to put this down to PMS and wipe the whole thing under the carpet. If there is such a thing as over-analyzing nothingness, this has got to be it.