Still alive (but kicking) !!

A complete half year has passed.

Back then, I didn't know what this journey would be like or what ups or downs will it bring along. But, to be honest, I never tried to figure that out either. The idea of coming here neither excited me nor did it bring shivers down my spine. It was just a moment that I believed would soon be over.

But, nature had some other things in mind (it always does).
It knew how much I hated roller coaster rides and that's what I received in abundance.
Late submissions, learning new topics 30 minutes before the exams, lack of sleep, long and tiring classes, personal schedule going haywire, I putting on weight - all the things I hated, yet have to live with. That's not all. That's probably the uppermost tip of the iceberg.

I could continue whining on and on.
Let's save it for some other day (in the best interest of everyone:))

Arbit

Last week was probably the last ever scheduled break of my life...unless I give into the urge of a second, phoren MBA, or of adding the initials 'Dr.' to my name..
Anyhoo, what's weird (and sad) is I spent a lot of evenings attending marriages - of friends, classmates, relatives and unknowns. It was as if the whole city was getting married. Now all these functions are generally very nice n all...food n drinks n a good way to catch up with friends n cousins....and aunts who have a list of girls waiting for you to evaluate and pick one from!
But then, it sends the philosophical side of me into an overdrive. When will the sham of the great-Indian-wedding end? Why dont these nosy aunts mind their own f*****g business? Does the concept of arranged marriage still make even the slightest sense (despite its awesome success rate in our parents' generation)? Are 24 year olds ready for the matrimonial bond-for-life (and does such a thing exist in the first place)? Do soulmates exist...and what if I ain't marrying mine!??

Damn...I hate feeling grownup. I hate my classmates getting married so early and giving my parents ideas. I hate feeling that studies are done and the expected next step in life is you-know-what. Aah...the phoren MBA or the frauddie 'Dr.' prefix (and the PhD to achieve that) seem such welcome deviations now! I love studying and I hate this MBA that's getting over so fast!!!

EGO R.I.P

I know I have been hallucinating in most of Prof. Sen's class.
But, as Abhishek puts it, he surely is one of my favorite profs out here :)