Tuesday 8 February 2011

AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE!!!!!

Lets start from the very beginning sing M B A   EMMM BEE AYEEE fa so la t do...probably 2 lakh of todays youngsters would be serenading this.but i reached the end of this tither on sunday, at a valiant attempt to throttle my failure i gave another MBA entrance exam...the studious lot in the motley group of mba aspirant repudiate this particular exam but for an also-ran like me it was a last resort sort of thing,a tourniquet kind , once it is out you are in for prosthesis.As i sat down in front of the closed dossier of questions i was anticipating the no. of quants [quantitative or maths in erudite language] question i will be able to attempt and as we were asked to start  i trawled through the questions to find the prima dona of the exam its sister consult D.I(Data Interpretation) and guess what they were cheek by jowl to each other,i attempted first quants question and failed,then second which must have been a paraphrase of 2+2 took me 2 minutes to nail.In half and hour i could solve only 10 question of quants and there were 190 more waiting to maul my grey matter.i left quants then and there and switched  to G.k which wasn't a cake walk either then wading through the english section,i reached intelligence section and had hardly 45 minutes in my hand but i thought it would be blasphemous on my part not to attempt the intelligence section so i tread on it first it had no frills or jargons,it was pretty simple probably they had my I.Q in mind while setting up this section....I was in a snug until i realized my time has been racing with my mind and was de- facto winning.,i was left with only ten minutes and the paraphernalia of quants and its kith and kin awaiting my heed i finished intelligence section and with slipshod attempted few more.Ignoramus me was drowned in the sea of despondency  till one of the guys seated diagonally behind me thanked me,i was disdainful and surprised to  his gesture and kept mum,so there i was adding another feather to my ignominious cap.I came out leaving few tongues wagging hilariously over my gait as i was slouching underneath the burden of failure,but as soon as i stepped out and saw the face which was smouldering   unconditional love,filial piety compelled me to smile at least for him for coming all the way this long to support me when i needed it the most.and there i was with a deep chasm in the heart but a bright facade to prevent the miasma in my life to stupor my hero,all i could say was  IT WENT OK DAD!!!and then veracity conquered me and a terse spew out BUT SO HAVE ALL THE OTHER BEEN????he smiled and said come on lets eat something you must be hungry.

Friday 4 February 2011

"MEA CULPA" AN ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF GUILT.

"TO BE BORN IS FOR A REASON" these lines were garlanded by???? well!! me!!! actually i couldn't  find a better portentous counterpart for this,but on a serious note we all are down here because of some reason, RAISON D'ETRE.these reasons  may vary on the scale of life ranging from OH! now someone had to reduce the weight up there to WHO'S  going to stop the nuclear war if not for me!!!succinct to say that there is a reason for our every breath.while i am still in search of mine i just cant control my being antsy about people who cant even think of there own( no!! just don't broaden the grin thinking about your countries oligarchs this piece ain't pun intended) my reference with full reverence is towards those who have been brutally expunged from life and for whom the ANNUS MIRABILIS  doesn't seem to end.Running as also-ran now in the race of life, for them the connotation of words like desire, passion, drive, mean just the same NOTHING.
One such person i came across trawling through the idiot box was ARUNA SHANBAUG,aruna ran away from her orthodox south indian home in pursuit of HAPPINESS INDEPENDENCE and LOVE.she defied filial piety and infringed indian values at the time when our male dominated female india was still coming to terms with the presence of a 5 yard clad SHE prime minister.as idiosyncratic as it may sound aruna was sure of what she wanted out of life and with the unquenchable thirst and perseverance  she completed her training of nurse and with connubial bliss imminent.she couldn't have asked for more from divine power up there,but as they say GOD HAS HIS OWN PLANS...she was mercilessly raped by a sweeper who couldn't live under the blasphemy of having being complained about from the fairer sex this complained made against him , disdainful to the dire consequences stuck around like a millstone around his neck and hence he clipped , chipped her wings under the claws of revenge leaving  indelible pockmarks on her life and the dervish gyrating aruna was left to become a vegetable for the rest of her life. many appealed for euthanasia  to end her eternal pain but aruna being a rebellious sort that she was made a valiant attempt after 38yrs of lying stone still to, clinch life into here immobile body and a daily yesterday reported that now aruna shanbaug can smile, eat, sense her joie de vivre can be seen when she slurps at the sight of fish, the shriveled enervating facade of aruna has a herculean soul such that her pain had to give up to peters principle, it reached its level of incompetency.but cynics would ask whats her raison d'etere?well long long back i read few lines in a book i cant remember "IN DIFFERENT COUNTRIES OF THE WORLD WOMEN SPEAK SAME LANGUAGE,LANGUAGE OF SILENCE.aruna is probably conversing in the same which is falling on stoned deaf ears.her reason for existence is to teach us enfant terrible what a wonderful life we have,paraphrasing our way of leading our life she wants all of us "enmasse"  to have a walk with our thoughts and probably then we will realize that most coveted things were lost during journey undergone to allure the vestigial ones. This acknowledgment of guilt that arunas story contrived mustn't go  waste, and lets promise ourself to be complacent with life not by giving up the journey but by devouring what has been served on our platter.kudos to aruna and other such nonchalant souls for being great professors of life.