Accidental Writers.

Okay, I get it. The title makes you nauseous. Have some patience and it’d make some sense. I’m sure something relatable could be found in this small effort of mine. So hua kuch yun tha…… I was beginning with my half-MBA (another story :p) and we were supposed to give a presentation on some topic in Marketing. It was all new and chaotic. We were being taught how corporates work( they failed I must say ) and for that purpose, we were working alone, in groups of 3 and 5 and doing yoga and what not. Anyway, the professor, the great professor who had already gained the notoriety of making you question your very useless existence was waiting for us to begin. The class was full. Eagerly waiting for the massacre to commence. For some reason, I was the one who was supposed to take the first bullet. I still do not remember why did I agree to do it. But nevertheless, I was ready to begin.  There was a pin drop silence. Everybody was waiting to for...

It all started that one fateful day. Someone said to me “You should travel more often.” I fell into the trap and asked, “Why ?” He said “It helps in ways you cannot imagine.” I replied “Try me.” (That obnoxious me) He said “It gives you perspective about life.” I said “I already have mine, it says you need money.” He said “You idiot, just do as I say for once.” Being a nice guy that I have always been, I said ok. And it was the biggest mistake of my life. It became a habit. An addiction. To travel, to meet people, to soak in the beauty of nature, to feel awed by the stories of people. Unable to control my urges and falling deep into the quest of happy realization, I packed my bag and just left. I left behind all the comforts for those hilly terrains, my laptop and iPad for those scenic views, honking of cars for those silent sounds of streams and people for those human beings. How crazy of me ! I mean who does that? Who leaves behind everything you’ve t...

Dear young chubby kid, “It’s not your fault.” Yes, my dear friend, it’s not your fault. I know you failed to appear for IIT-JEE and couldn’t convert your dream colleges, but don’t worry. It’s not your fault, cause you did a great job after that terrible road accident, which had wasted more than half of your preparation time and nearly left you brain-dead. Stop cursing yourself and crying endlessly. You don’t know it now, but things are going to be completely all right. I know you are too obese. You are trying your best to lose your weight but aren’t observing any results. Stop hating yourself. Don’t worry, it’s not your fault, coz you are suffering from Thyroid (which you’ll come to know after a long period of time). Don't worry about your specs too. They are not going to obstruct your vision, they'll enhance it. You don’t know it now, but things are going to be completely all right. I know you think that you have a huge crush on that girl and she is giving you a hard ...

Date:  20-07-2015 This is again an old post. But I hope you will like it. I was lucky to get a PMT going to Upper. I was damn lucky. A day is never a problem at Visteon. I usually enter the office at 9, start working on my Megatron (my Ubuntu 14.04 virtual machine), and then spend my entire day in playing with some of the new frameworks, developing test cases, attending planning meeting and discussing interesting things with Saurabh sir (read as, “Having some fun”). But at the time of leaving, generally 7 pm, I start worrying about my tiring journey to home and pray to get an Upper bus. Well, Upper is a place where I stay (actually, near it) it is around 20-25 km’s away from Vallabhnagar, the place where I am doing my internship. And my only way to commute is by PMT, the most unpredictable city bus service. If I don’t get a bus to Upper, then I have to change at least 3 PMT’s to reach to my place. And then I have to walk for 10-15 minutes more. So as I said, I was luc...

It's a bit late to post this. This should have been the first post of this blog. Perhaps, the zeroth (being an Electronics engineer, I start everything from zero ;). Nevertheless, I am posting it today, just to make sure that I give 'that day' it actually deserves. 2015-07-19: The day of breaking traditions                           Generally, people start writing a diary from the first day of a year. I certainly don’t have a very good memory, but as per I remember, a year does not start from 19 th of July. It starts from 1 st of Jan. And today is not 1 st of Jan. But still, I am starting my diary from today. Strange, right? Maybe I shouldn’t start from today. Maybe today is not the right day. People don't start writing a diary from 19 th of July. 19 th of July is certainly for starting something like this. Something so important. But, is it impo...

When my serendipitous friend honored me by asking me to write for his widely read blog, he asked me to write about an event that changed my life forever. That’s some friend, asking me to delve into the darkest of spaces in my life. Ahh ! Only if we hadn’t met. But I am glad we did. It’s very tough to come to terms with bad marks when you’ve been a topper throughout while growing up. And I didn’t just get bad marks, I failed. And things could never just improve afterwards. 11th,12th and then the fateful engineering. Mind you, I scored 80% in 12th which in 2008 was still a pretty decent score but it wasn't enough. I had to wait 2 days before my parents spoke to me. Expectations make you sensitive and mercurial. I learned it the very hard way. But the worst was yet to come. 4 years of engineering started with a sense of freedom as I had taken admission in an engineering college in Indore, but the charm of that faded briskly and in a month of starting ...

“What are you studying, beta ?” I hate when people disturb me. I hate it the most when I am reading or studying. So, with a dash of anger, I looked at the old person sitting next to me, in that second class coach of that train, which I had boarded from Mumbai and would take me to Ahmadabad. After a failed attempt to crack CAT 2015, a couple of failed attempts to start my own company and 3 months of intense preparation (or maybe, just preparation), I had managed to (somehow) get an interview call from IIM A (nothing to be happy about, I screwed it up big time). I was happy as hell; But there was a problem: my interview was scheduled at IIM A campus, that too on the very first day of the interview season and I wasn’t prepared for it at all. I had decided that I would prepare for my 8 hour train journey to Ahmedabad and crack the interview (well, I couldn’t do the both) and I had started reading my notes, then as I said before, the old person sitting next to me asked me the above que...