What if...

Pain, without love

Pain, I can't get enough

Pain, I like it rough

'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.

- An inspiration in his moments of despair.

Makes a lot of sense doesn't it...

The post relates to the human hope of possessing a button with two arrows to the left. The means of turning back time...., if only it were as easy as letting the sand flow on its head in the hourglass. If time were the fourth dimension in spatial integrity then most of us would gladly trade one of our three. Maybe that is the beauty in it. The knowledge of the unknown, the unchangeable and the myopia associated with it. Would you rather know your future? Know when and to whom you are destined to spend the rest of your life... Know the exact route of your career... Know the day you would be completely bald... Know the exact second when the last burst of oxygen would exfoliate your brain...I wouldn't.

I do not believe in destiny. I truly believe that the levers of change rest firmly in my hands, a high internal locus of control. I also do preach about the philosophy occasionally. All I know is that a decade down the line, I would never regret thinking 'what if I had tried..'. A bruised ego and possible humiliation are temporary aberrations but sound investments.

Why would you go and participate in a function whose occurrence strikes at the very foundation of your existence. Or is it just pretence??

I cannot be in your place boss. But, believe me I have been close to it.

Its never too late is it?

What say boss?

Evolution

I hate travelling.

Flights therefore give me the perfect reason to devote some time towards caressing the keyboard with my thoughts. For the second time in 21 years, I am going on a holiday with my family... the andamans beckon. My grandparents had a party for their 50th anniversary last night. Caught up on distant branches of the tree I never knew existed. Who knows 56 years down the line.....

I started my internship a week back. I seemed to be blessed not only with a dream guide but also some wonderful company from the IBMers. The amount of energy I have devoted to ping pong has me wondering if I can just make it to Beijing on time. I met an intern from a sister IIM - whose suffix falls two jots after mine, the next two months he is destined to suffer me. It is indeed amazing how a couple of guys become friends. Let me run you through the process...

1) Guy meets guy............assesses cheapness and compatibility. Compatibility is assessed with choices in movies, sports and other politically correct topics(I wouldn’t be caught dead with a chap who likes musicals). If compatible, then proceed. If not crib to your friends what an ass he is.

2) Now that he is compatible, go out of your way to show him you are cool. This involves complex arguments with subtle indications of your intellectual and sporting prowess....no talks on girls yet. You never know if he is one of those types.

3) You offer to pay when you go out and don’t really keep count of the cash. A broad idea is always there on the back of your mind though.

4) As you grow more and more comfortable with each other, sarcastic or passing remarks centre around our favourite topic...the unfortunate breed with progesterone. We are almost there.

5) You meet a girl whom you know is absolutely ‘super’. We have now breached the barriers of telepathic conversation.

6) The final stage of evolution.... discussion of shady movies and our knowledge in the field. Aah another member gains admission into the halls of cheapness.

I remember telling the chaps back at IIML that my internship is going to be the best there is. I believe contrary to the feel of this post that I will pull off a beauty. I don’t have the habit of dedicating stuff. Wanna try something different.

- To the three interns: Arun, Amit and Viditha who chose Hyderabad, and ensured that I don’t ‘slog’ alone, and of course to the eight blue stripes :)

P.S:- One week late thanks to the amazing connectivity at the islands...