Mother's Love

The big guy hit his son once and the crying started. I could clearly see the river of tears flowing from the child’s eyes. It was loud, the crying made others uncomfortable but no one said a word (who wants to be involved after all). The child was crying out of pain and I thought what if he was not so small...What if he was a teenager...Would he accept it publicly..Would he cry off the pain or off the guilt of being hit by his father publicly..? I had taken a plunge in my random thoughts with the child and the father but then I saw something unusual. 

The MOTHER of the child was crying. Yes she was definitely crying, it was silent but tears were there. I was standing there thinking why she was crying. Was it guilt or was it pain? The answer was no, she wasn’t hit.

It seemed that she felt the pain of her son. She wiped off the tears off his son and I found a smile on my face. I saw the Mother’s Love. J

PARJAPATI

The summer was definitely here since walking from metro to the bus had drowned me in my own sweat. But the feeling of going home and having homemade food had raised my excitement levels to the sky. I crawled in the bus and after some inspection took the best seat. 

The weather is too hot. I took a sip of water from my water bottle and dived in the loud music from my headphones.

The batch read Rohtash Atta, “PARJAPATI”.I wondered who he was and why he was roaming around with a tank full of water. “Wait a second”. I just couldn't believe that a Haryana Roadways Bus Conductor often described as RUDE, ARROGANT, INSENSITIVE etc was actually distributing water to the travellers. When my turn came, he asked “Bauji Pani pioge?”. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. He had such sweetness in his voice; for a moment I couldn’t believe my ears. He went to everyone in the bus and assured that the water is drinkable. I could see a smile on the faces of those who were thirsty. He changed my perception( and i am sure everyone else's) regarding the image of the bus conductors.

A smile was what he had on his face and a smile was what he got from everyone. 

A true care person discovered.

FORE...FORE...FORE

THE DREAM COMES TRUE.....

yess finally it was FORE-->Foundation For Organizational Research and Education(I know it now)..Never in my life I had thought I would be a part of a premier B School..Someone like ME who was never very much serious about the coaching is at FORE(God tussi great ho)..But the challenge is yet to be completed.

Interacting with people is not my forte, It never was. Its not that its an ego issue, its just that its not me. I am not fake and I can't be. But I know NETWORKING is important. I'll try my best to do it.
In the midst of this misery the best thing is HOSTEL. At least I know some guys now(hoping to know some girls too).

For Now
LIVE THE DREAM

The Day it all started

The day was Jan12th 2011. The judgement day as they say it. The CAT result phewww. Still, I feel a chill down my spine when I think about the day. Ankur told me the result. Its 94 percentile. "I simply can't believe it, don't play with me it just can't be"-I said." Its true brother, U hv done it"..these words took my heart. I couldn't believe if it was true until i saw it myself. Thank You God(again) for I know I don't deserve what I got(as always). I wish u could show some mercy on gaurav 2..
The next day was my birthday. God gave me 2 gifts a day before..SNAP Score 95.25 and CAT 94.16 percentile...
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You were the one I used to blame
It wasn't you...It was me who made all this so lame...
Life was almost dead when this thing came...
Ohhh GOD...I just Love Your Game...

682/7

soo finally we are shifting to another house n i feel like shit...seriously it feels pathetic to leave a place where u had the best moments of your life...u know wts worse...we'll hv 2 leave the main road ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... 
sorry friends ur so called ADDA is gone...

the cricket n badminton sessions, the in-house small parties, the loud music, the fights with my brother, the adda talks, the festival celebrations, the lonely nights...!!!


 everything is over...it feels like yesterday when we entered this house for the first time...it was my birthday JAN-13 2002 we shifted to 682/7...today when we r shifting m just staring at the walls the windows the doors coz 8 years of my life infact the best 8 years of my life have gone through these walls, windows n doors...i'll remember everything from gay moments to great sorrows which i had in this house...i hope the new house will abate the pain of leaving 682/7...
it was truly not a house it was a HOME...miss u

MBA--->>My Brain Aches

so it has been around a month since i joined this shit coaching....i remember the day it was 2nd june(my 1st day)....i was so excited and now today after a whole month i feel like a complete waste...1st day it was the intro class...what was i told :

3 sections---Quant..LR/DI..Verbal....

i was told that even if i attempt half of the CAT's questions correctly, a Nice B-School was guaranteed...i was delighted thinking that attempting half would b easy...simply No Big Deal...but did i knew what attempting half meant..NO...now after a month of coaching i understand what attempting half of them means pheewwwwwww.....

so wts important is now to stress somewhat on these subjects....i still remember there was a time i used to be in love with mathematics bt now i would love to murder the person who gave its basics of Number System...wt a waste of 95 marks in boards srryy mam cnt help it...!!!!!!

First Post

So here i am writing first post of my blog...i dont know where to start from..lets see..let me tell you my purpose for the creation of this blog...
EXPRESSION...yeah thats right...only reason that this blog has taken a birth is "my urge to express"...m here to express everything and anything...if you are on you guys have to read all the crap..u can abuse me but i wont change..what i fell is what i write..so suffer..