Friday, November 03, 2006

friday afternoon musings..umm ramblings rather..and MBA essays(boo hoo)

The somnabulistic era thrives...returns rather….having written a disastrous exam in the past week and thus effectively shutting myself out from the "indian mba aspirations"...I hv landed myself with the the extremely non cerebral and daunting(sob!!!!!) task of drafting essays for the few bschools whose tuition fee I can ethically pay without resorting to marrying a wealthy octagenarian and poisoning his coffee.
I just read the first draft of my essays, and marveled at how prentitious I sounded.I mean do they actually believe that we go about our lives spreading "integrity" and working with "courage and conviction" and generally being florence nightingale clones.????????

If we did , with all that strength of character and earth shaking achievements I am expected to have I would be pretty much leading 10 BPO's and appearing on MTV cribs showing off that ethical money.
At this point of time I am very confused so this might sound slightly deranged.(wht doesnt)
I have this one essay where I had to list down 3 of my weaknesses. Now this seemed like a piece of cake so with all integrity I sat down and scribbled down my vices. I trundled off to show them to this friend of mine, who is an “applications expert” (having drafted a few herself) and generally knows the ropes and what is deemed "acceptable" n blah blah.
I was obviously told to change it.

“Your weakness should never actually be a weakness”, she snapped

.It was an aphorism.

“Hmm so wht shd it be???a strength??”, I was trying a lame attempt at sarcasm(I said it was lame).

“Now ur thinking like an MBA” she approved..

“a strength which shd be cloaked to sound like a weakness..which obviously ur working on..and so at this point of time..uve pretty much overcome it”

...And its still a weakness??..I said puzzled..”yes”..and dat was dat

So i set off to draft this non existent weakness’ essay...only i gave up after I counted about 5 occurrences of "excellence" "perfection" and "standards"..and decided that it would pass muster.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

when u shdnt be writing

The sunlight filters thru the shuters a single shaft of promise, of warmth..I want to catch it to cling on to it..
I'll guard u jealously, shut out frm the panacea,my elysuim
It slides between my fingers, elusive , sensuous,fugacious...
Free at last...intoxicated by the warmth, trembling with the anticipation..
I come out of my reverie as the night falls...
chilled to the bone..but its not tht cold..
trepidation, fear...ephemeral hope
my life is like a pandora's box..
its full of promise..I'll open it everyday..
bit by bit..
a snippet of reality
a kaleidoscope of aspirations
dream on...