Title--kuch samajh nai aa raa

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"The first step towards solving a problem is to begin" yes that what the new coffee mug in my desk says. Inspirational, oh yes, very much, how does it help me? It’s just too comfortable to drink coffee in it, yes that was a problem, and I solved it buying a huge cup! The first step is done! Just to clarify, where I am going with it? I am writing just coz I feel like writing now! Will it sound good when I complete it? Will it officially go into my blog? I don’t know.. But let’s just say, I don’t feel like doing anything right now! I have my CAT exam in 2.5 months (well every engineer in this country has it! what’s new!) and I don’t feel like studying! I have super-fast internet connection, I have 100's of movies, but nope, I still don’t feel like doing anything other than writing here! And that’s where I lose my second step.

The first step is a result of temporary eureka in your life! It’s usually the second one that makes the result count! By the time you finish up with first you know, exactly whether you want to go ahead or not! ---- by Hitesh, on random starry night .

Shit!! Again philosophy! When will I get over it! Doesn’t help anybody, people just read on! May compliment you a bit on your writing skills (even if you are pathetic) and you move on, with a bloated confidence!! Hahaha!


Long stare at the wall....

Now a days, regular office discussions are about, how people around me are scoring in there AIMCATS/GRE etc. Seems like every other guy around me has figured out what they want to do with their life! I guess, this feeling haunts every one of us! I myself give suggestions, clever advices to people, but I know my thoughts are the reflection of what they want to hear! Sometimes, I imagine myself, sitting in the interview room for some top notch college, explaining the loop holes in my profile, in a way that makes me think! Damn I am good!

"So! Mr. Hitesh, so you are an RnD guy, well tell me why you want to do MBA?”! The mother of all questions! Eh! I assume, everybody is framing the answer in their mind from long back! But, my imaginary self seems to have it all figured out! He answers --

"Sir, There are things a man likes to do , and there are things that he wants to do  and well in my case, I like my job, but I know the shortcomings and I know I have to do something else in my life!"
Impressive! Ah yes! My imaginations pump up the endorphin levels in my blood, and I get back to reality all excited and happy about the dreamy outcomes!

Damn! Again the air castles! Aye! It’s more than an hour and I am still stuck with that "thought provoking" probability question! The Cup is still here! There is no coffee in it! I wish I was home, yes home....

I enjoy studying at my desk! Class 12th board exams, ah! I have all figured out, how to crack it! Simple..! Just solve the silly stuff, not once, to be perfect, you have to do it thrice! Mummy gets me hot cup of tea, and I sleep at 11pm, can’t miss my beauty sleep! It’s more important!..

Well
Here we go again!

Its 11pm! And I have already had a great hypothetical interview, some philosophical thoughts! Advising people of how life happens, reminiscence of glorious past! And well off course, one probability question! Welcome to my busy schedule, I am an Engineer, electrical and I want to do MBA!
Na, Na, don’t ask why! Say welcome aboard buddy!!

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