Height of Betraying

Hey guys....after a along time im here to jot down my feelings where i can noway share it except with this electronic device.
This blog is dedicated to those to whom they think i have betrayed them for not revealing or telling them the replies they need jus bcoz they trust me blindly. Im loosing them gradually...my friends...my closest buddies. The situation prevailing is no more as i was in first yr. They do not expect dis sort of response from me.they perceive me as a transparent friend.I drew every possible boundary around me so that im not in limelight atleast not in dimlight.I wanna cry-cry as hard as possible and as loud as i can. I my self not able to understand why i have changed.
Don't know to what extent it continues or to what and how many pals i loose.
I must thank god or for dat matter dis college for giving me such a nice and understanding friends.Hope i don't loose them ever...never.

Last Lap

     It’s been a mixed experience, bad and good from the past couple of months. Good have an exposure of my subject and bad, it’s a bit boring. Spending at a place and leaving u need to have courage to do that. My office, especially two guys, I never ever forget them. They were hiding their tears,  I can observe that. There was some sort of gravitational force which was pulling me back on the last day of my SIP when I was walking towards the parking lot. My room , at which I stayed was even more of detaching emotionally. The time I spent in that place-one of my beautiful memories.

Time for the last lap of the race in my life-it’s The “FINAL” year  of my course.

FOCUS

Im jubilant.Im delighted.Im exuberant.Im in a Euphoric state.Im in very exciting phase in my life experiencing the all new dimensions.Vibrant energy is flowing through my nerves and veins from top to tip of my feet.The ridiculous part is im unable to share it with anyone-i mean i need a good companion for it.

   Time has arrived to really focus on my academics and my future.Till now i was very casual about it which i should wipe off from my grey cells.Though my SIP is bit boring,dis all depends on me how to convert dis into interesting one.

              Who ever reads dis blog, plz wish me all the best....... 

   

sip experience

Totally a different place,different people,different experience,and more than that lot of industrial exposure.this is my schedule this hot and sunny summer.its like going 2 office n spending there doing work n returning 2 home tired up...totally a different experience.But now i got to know about the entire process of a manufacturing firm.
        I have to appreciate my parents in this regard,especially my mom,she comes to home at around 7.00 pm leaving at 7.00 a.m and even after that doing all home related work-she'z superb.
        I am going through a lot of twists and turns currently and bewildered how to react to them.I am really clueless.Lets see,as time passes if anything goes fine and arrive at any solution....
     As of now i have to reduce my sleep drastically and increase my concentration tremendously.......  

Homeland,Sip,emotional atayachar

enthusiasitic,exuberant,jubilant.,,,,all mean the same and rite now im in this phase as im back home after a long gap as if i returned after 14 yrs as lord Rama did. the kind of welcome and attention u get as soon as u step in ur home is wat makes u feel blissful.Even if u had a world trip,the kind of excitement u get after reaching ur home land is undefined.The only feedback i got from my relatives and frns-people over there(noida) dont eat or wat???This was due to my Brucelee body(LOL).

  Before leaving the college i was beign dragged into "EMOTIONAL ATYACHAR".Everyone is leaving the college,giving sendoffs and taking the same,made my heart squeeze.

  Its high time to do a real hard work in my SIP and try to convert it because of not simply for getting a job but for many reasons.I have to dedicate my self and define my path in these 2 months.

Slimmer SLUM

MBA life is such an hectic one where one have to squeeze out every single second to do some extra other than academics.

  Last weekend was a thought provoking and experienced the real,shabby life of the slum.The situation was so pathetic  prevailing even when it was located at the centre of the city.Malnutrition problem among the children,no proper sanitation facility and existence of electricity was a dream and on the other hand we are talking about the latest advancements India has achieved in every field and rose from a scratch to one of the emerging nations in the world.

  The area was very conjusted and quiet compact and were residents of about 3000-4000 which was really an astonishing figure.I was gaping at the number of children(1600) which on an average a family has 4-6 children.

  One of the residents shared his experience when the area was set fire by the builders to transform it into a real estate venture.He showed us the remainings of post fire and was unable to stabilize my inner heart.

  I should appreciate the work by NGO who took initiative to extend their hands for the down trodden and especially the children by pooling the funds from every possible source.

   In toto,this trip made me think once again of my country and contradict the developments made and rise to new level in the world.

ALL IZZ WELL

Winning makes you happy. Now I’m bewildered of Who is a winner? He who sustains his position after attaining the highest position or he who gets awards and rewards for his achievement. In either case he will be excited, jubilant, vibrant energy rushing through the body. This is happening to me and mind you I’m not boasting of myself. Winning in subsequent events is making me happy, diverting from all sorts of distortions happening within and around me. I’m not able to understand how to get rid of the sensitive issues wherein I need to have a win-win situation. I must find some solution for these and I firmly believe that there will be a solution for any problem and the vice versa.

   The only medicine to make my grey cells function in a proper way is to participate in debates, events, reading autobiographies of great management personalities.
   Hope this situation extinct as soon as possible self consoling saying “ALL IZZ WELL”.