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It’s OK to touch defeat
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Open letter to MDI professors on their admission policy
Respected,
Firstly, I am honoured to write to you as you have quite uprightly mentioned your contact information. Not many do in our country. Small things like these prompted me to apply to the institute with which you are currently associated – MDI, Gurgaon.
I must recall you about myself. Infact this was the first question you asked me during the interview.
MBA aspirant’s name – ANKIT GUPTA
Just to give you a brief idea of my profile – X (80.6), XII (81.4), B.Tech (CS, Jamia) (8.05/10), 1 International research paper (LA, USA), 2 international tech journal articles, 3 yr work ex (CSC) – work on legacy transformation + consultant to 10 Indian life insurance companies, Blogger (feat in HT), Cartoonist (publication @ IIT Kanpur), Movie Jockey (Desimartini.com), winners at many nationwide contests organized by the likes of United Nation Volunteers India, NDTV 24*7, Mouthshut.com, winner at multiple events in college fests, scholarship holder at university…
And most importantly, highlighting my real credentials – 95.6 in CAT 2011
I must also recall you the day I was fortunate to meet you. I appeared before the MDI panel (you as one of the members) on 7 April 2011 (2 PM slot, panel 1) and even though I had a major doubt on my chances, I wanted to give a full best try because this was my last GDPI (may be of my life). Hope you can recollect the day. Nevertheless! Since there were a lot of candidates, it’s my duty to remind my episode with you.
GD topic – Greatest threat to India. I won’t comment on my performance as it involves many variables of perception and evaluation. Let us assume to be default and move on to PI which was of 30-35 mins. How am I so sure about the time period? My real brother accompanied me to get some MDI specific motivation and was waiting outside.
PI [Prof. Ashok Panjwani sitting on left (w.r.t me) & Prof. Sunil Kumar on his left]. Some of the sample questions asked by the panel of which you were a part –
* About me (answered to satisfaction)
* Asked to draw a cartoon (I made a cartoon sketching both of you! I believe you can recall me now)
* How come an international research paper
* How do you manage your time
* How will you stop corruption in India in 3 steps
* Why e-governance not much successful
* Passport service has not change even after IT coming into it
* Is ITC successful with its e-chauppal thing
* What calls do you have (IMT, IMI, TAPMI)
* Any iims (no sir)
* Will you join them (yes sir)
* Is it a wise to join them after 3 years of work-ex
* Why not MBA last yr itself
* Interested in which specialization
* What kind of profile are you targeting after MBA…
…etcetera…All answered in above-avg/excellent replies (strictly my view)
Sir, I would also remind you of the fact that I too asked a question. Ques was “what was the CAT score weightage in final selections for MDI”. I also explained you the logic and the difference it would make incase of 70% weightage is given to CAT score (absolute marks); consequently I would need 11 more than an aspirant who secured 99 out of rest 30%. Response was –
Prof. Sunil Kumar - wait till the results are out and so will be the criteria
Prof. Ashok Panjwani – we don’t take absolute scores and take only percentiles. There are only marginal differences…you too have a chance
…obviously I didn’t. I ended up being at 2015/2177…this sums up for me…I doubt anybody in 95 range got through
So, as a part of consequence management I would like you to address these-
1. Why did MDI even called us (unfortunate ones with 95 percentiles)? To laugh upon us!
2. Why a 30 min interview? False hopes! why can’t just discard in first 5 minutes!
3. Why a false show-off that ‘you too can get in at 95?
4. Why doesn’t MDI puts a separate page on its site elaborating expectations from its future students?
One obvious learning – everything is worthless except scores. This is how it works in India. You have made me realize my rock bottom moment of my academic career. You have made me realize that even learned people like you (being passouts of premier colleges like IIT Kanpur, IIM Ahmedabad), value only and I repeat, only scores.
Why will somebody study to research & innovate and not for scores! Why will (sorry! Why should) somebody do something new in his last year projects and not aim for 100%tile. After all we all want that in India (don’t we)?
Quoting Infosys chief mentor N R Narayan Murty from his book -
“India filed 363 patents compared to 84271 filed by USA, 35350 by Japan and 5938 by Taiwan”
Hoping in the subsequent years, MDI creates a more practical approach to accept its students otherwise going by the admission policy of our premier institutes (including MDI), we shall never go ahead in the above quote of Narayan Murty…firm believe I have (unfortunate but true just like my rejection).
I sincerely hope this request is not unheard and brings some ignition.
With warm regards,
Ankit Gupta
ps: I should not mention this sadist post here but don’t know why I am doing this. Incase anybody finds the content of this post objectionable; accept my unconditional apologies in advance. No intend to defame anybody (person/institute). Free to discuss anything in comments/anywhere
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Was I prepared or was I not?
Miserable naa! Grass is what you need my reader anonymous friend? Ok no…wait let’s have a small talk here…the complicated issue is that I have been rejected this time around (too), which is not the first time…but this isn’t the problem. Problem (the concerning one) is I am worrying less for my rejections. Strong immunity I have [smiles] but I fear…I want to worry more, scratch my head, my hair, my skin and my fcuking dear aha aha (take your age’s help). I should not or may be should…be happy…I am moving towards wisdom…infact I am running towards wisdom…I am way ahead of this world…they are pathetic losers and I am the winner…the rejected one…yo baby (call me at my cell…before it gets busy…)
But all wisdom gained is insane….sane is practicality - the scores, the fame, the repo, the auro (shouldn’t it be aura), the fcuking count and not that insane one-liners [just me self-happy-happy closets]. Even though I am insane…I cherish it now…I learn more but earn less…learn/earn [love that mathematical divide between the two…wish it could get me more marks]…creative naa! Ya but are we missing technology here…oh! No…my country (mera desh) is so very advanced…basically it decides its intelligent human capital on two numbers (10 and 12)…oh! But why! 10 - because we love tendulkar (person in whose respect 10th class board was constituted so that young bright innovate non-mugging brains can get opportunities to score centuries on virtual 3 hour battles…me failed though) and 12 – because we admire time…watches…rolex ones… sry chu SRK I hate everything you endorse…I hate everything then…
But the point is I am not dejected, I am not elated…I am confused between the two…oho! Rejection has brought me sanity (in good English! Sense of perspective)…rejection, a word to rejoice, enjoy and celebrate and more than that it gives you something to live on…experience of life…memories of fighter…bravo writer…macho…even without 6 packs…babes not wonted here…I will taste them only when I taste success…cost efficiency you see…am good at management
RIP writer…time to doze off…
I will admire if you understand the zest of my above piece…and for all who are didn’t…and are thinking has he being fcuked (in literal sense) or is he living on grass (in true sense) or is he a non-me…
I just admire the feeling of being rejected…so much pure it is (unmatched purity)…fantastic is life this one…
Rejected once more…Amen…
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Tribute to Late Shri Amrish Puri
On 12th January, I incidentally stooped upon one of the local cable channels which was showing cult classic Mr. INDIA. Coincidently, the date also matched with the death anniversary of its villain – Mogambo (played by Late Shri Amrish Puri).
Now why do I admire him? Man! It takes guts to deliver lines with that devilish instinct knowing the fact those will be beaten (forced) by any stupid dialogue by hero. Every movie at its end will have his dead face and crowds will be happy after he dies. I still can’t figure out what motivation is needed to say ‘yes’ for villain roles. May be somebody wants to take the challenge and say in his grave voice, “ache kaam karke to sab upar uth lete hain, par main bura banke upar utoonga” (everybody can rise by doing good, but I shall rise by being bad).
It reflects attitude and in a way, an adamant route to bring upon success by choosing a hard way…and AG likes that
A tribute from my side…a caricature attempt to generate the mightily evil characters which he played during his glorious career as villain. Hope you can make out - Barrister Indrajeet Chadha (Damini), Mola Ram (Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom), Dong (Tehelka), Bhairo Nath (Nagina) and the character which brought him the maximum pleasure – Mogambo (Mr. India).
Saturday, May 30, 2009
IIT-D demolishes Nescafe inside its campus
Demolished Nescafe :

Today this was the condition of our beloved hangout heaven (Nescafe, IIT Delhi), where we used to spend so0O many Saturday evenings doing BC and improving our only talent.
Today we had a dent in our lives; tsunami we felt had crossed this structure…and got our heart punctured. The big blow had got our walk to slow.
Today no outsiders was seen, no party animals there
And the authorities demolished it due to their fear.
Today me and Sandy had to discuss complex question and there silly answers without THE icetea…
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Today we just exchanged songs on Bluetooth…
Nescafe before:

Saturday, December 20, 2008
So I bid you all adieu…
“Time made me, Time found you, Time made us friends, Time changed trends, Time made us smile, Time made us loose, Time educated us, Time made us learn and Time made us earn too, Time...And now it's Time for a Goodbye (Time changes every second, but hey it cannot change me and you :))................Cheers”- my gtalk status
And it SPEAKs a lot. It speaks a story from start to current. Today, when I see myself setting to a different direction, I find a new change in me. I don’t get sleepy here. But I want to save that for the new place. I don’t want to eat out today. May be because I know for the next many months, I don’t have that home food. And today I feel a lot more responsible and many more…
And it’s not me who feel like this. ‘Friends’ too!! Ladies and gentlemen who never initiated chats with me, started becoming initiators. ‘Hies’, ‘Hellos’, ‘Take Care’ and ‘Best of Luck’ messages flooded my already very untidy desktop fetching me a comfy feeling of ‘bye-bye’ (muah!). And you like it. At my office too, as soon as I went public with my ‘bye-bye’, all had strange goodbye stamps with warm smiles on their faces. And you like it…damn you like that farewell’s limelight.
Will be missing my friends, will be missing my city and more importantly will be missing some part of me too. May God give me strength to cope up with activities like washing clothes, etc. Washing clothes! Oh my God. My prediction is that I will be close to the nomadic culture very soon and may end up becoming a nomad itself.
I am optimistic wanderer and an explorer. That’s sums up for a ‘wild animal’. And wild animals love humans. A new place and you meet some new people. And like always, you will find some new maniacs like yourself. Cheers
It’s late and have to travel early morning…….I bid you all adieu…
anjaane raaste hai mere,
kahin tum miloge,
to poochenge haal,
choti si ye duniya”
I commit SPEAKing PICtures will be alive
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Late Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan: An Ironic End
par ratano ko jaanene ki tamaana rahkta hoon
vo chale gaye to kya hua
unki ruuh se milne ki aasha karta hoon”
Sentiments inside me were high. My timeline stopped for a few seconds and the cursory look changed into a pensive stare. And I smiled because I realized my helplessness. Wish I was a God. Wish I was a judge of humanity. But reality always ditches you…ironic! Isn’t it?
Mumbai saw India’s deadliest terrorist attacks in recent times this Nov. On 26th Nov around 1 AM IST, my friend Karan (currently in Mumbai) told me to switch my TV on. Period. That night I went to sleep around 5 in the morning, witnessing the ordeal LIVE. Seeing terrorists firing at reporters from a hijacked police car and that too LIVE on television shocked me. I believe ‘Shock’ is a small term here; for 15 min I wasn’t able to understand the television. Everything was happening like a bad dream. Wish it would have been a dream and not a reality ever. But…Won’t say more…read newspapers
Approx. 180 died in the attacks…
On 3rd Dec 2008, I came across Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan’s profile on Orkut. Major Sandeep passed away while he was in command in Operation Cyclone at Taj Heritage Hotel in Mumbai. At first glance, the profile seemed an original one. He had a ‘stud-y’ profile pic along with many pics and videos in his collection.
Bang! something I saw which perturbed me…
Out of the 4 videos appearing on his profile, 3 belonged to a band named ‘Strings’ (a Pakistani band, one of my favorites too). I went inside his video collection and found 15 out of 24 videos selected by him belonged to Strings. Huff! A storm was there in my mind. I don’t know what struck me; may be I became too emotional in that hour of morning (3 AM). I asked my conscience how this can be possible, on one hand he loved songs by Pakistanis and on other he was killed by bullets of Pakistanis. IRONY…many incidents have no justification yet they happen…why? (Even I have no answer to it)

Ps: - Some of the videos selected by him – Khawab, Zinda Hoon, Duur, Aakri Alvida Na Ho. (Even the names are ironic! Isn’t it?)
I am putting a picture of the martyr symbolizing the calmness reflected from him (read for more on Sandeep). God should have been more compassionate towards him…May his soul rest in peace
‘Do not come up, I will handle them’

Lastly, I read some statements about Porkistan in international media. They are ‘to the point’ and I won’t strike any word out of it. JUST Totally Apt and Befitting for Porkistan.
“Pakistan has everything that gives you an international migraine. It has nuclear weapons, it has terrorism, extremists, corruption, is very poor and it's in a location that's really, really important (referring to neighbourhood of India)…” - former US secretary of state Madeleine Albright.
Porkistan will face very tough times ahead (and anybody having doubts is basically fooling himself!! BEWARE).
Thursday, June 12, 2008
♪♪ "Walk the Streets of Love" ♪♪
Yesterday when me and Stanley were completing our usual routine i.e. Night Walk at 2 A.M., I saw a very sad doggy (Why was he sad!! May be his dinner bone was rotten?). Anyways, Stanley said to me about his similarity to aashiqs (lovers) types. Dunno why, but the sad doggy looked really sad. Stanley was almost in tears and suggested something really insane "Lets arrange a b*tch for him". God save Stanley. My heart says to dedicate a song for that very sad doggy...lets play him "Streets of Love"
STREETS OF LOVE(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
You're awful bright, you're awful smart
I must admit you broke my heart
The awful truth is really sad
I must admit I was awful bad
While lovers laugh and music plays
I stumble by and I hide my pain
The lights are lit, the moon is gone
I think I've crossed the Rubicon
And I walk the streets of love and they're full of fears
While music pumps from passing cars
A couple watch me from a bar
A band just played the wedding march
And the corner store mends broken hearts
And a woman asks me for a dance
Oh it's free of charge, just one more chance
I walk the streets of love and they're full of tears
Walk the streets of love for a thousand years
Oh tell me now
I... Oh I walk the streets of love, yeah and they're drenched with tears... Oh
You had the moves, you had the cards
I must admit you were awful smart
The awful truth is awful sad
I must admit I was awful bad
And I walk the streets of love and they're drenched with tears
And I walk the streets of love for a thousand years... Oh
Walk the streets of love and they're drenched with tears
Oh every night, oh there's only one and not enough for him
Oh I, yeah and they're full of tears
Oh everybody talk about it
Everybody be walking down it
Yeah but I found out.... oh yes that I...
Oh yes I do
Oh the streets of love, yeah, they're drenched with, drenched with in tears...
I... oh yeah I don't want to..
Recorded in June of 2005. Released on the album A Bigger Bang on September 5, 2005
Lead Vocals, Electric Guitar: Mick Jagger Electric Guitars: Keith Richards & Ron Wood Drums: Charlie Watts Bass: Darryl Jones Pianos & Organs: Chuck Leavell & Matt Clifford (also Strings)
Monday, June 09, 2008
When you don't get what you want.............
When you don’t get what you want!! what to do?? Dial-a-friend and ..........smile obviously
One of my best friends had this episode few seconds back. And since I was involved in his counseling, I think I should write for me, you and hum…a philosophical chat…(though it was a never ending chat, have tried to shorten it)
His name his Mr….lets give him a fictitious name Mr. Ch* (maarega saala mujhe kissi din), but still lets talk and more importantly lets write. Let the pole go into the hole (I mean the hole in his heart). Ya! Incase you are a shit like him who can’t understand this metaphor (or whatever you call it), let me make it clear…he has his HEART BREAK-UP (hello why call me!! dial 101)…or something BREAK-UP or GOD knows what all BREAK-ed in him.
For first 10 minutes, all I could hear was a shattered narration of some cyclone-affected human body.
Me: what happened
Him: …DREAMS SHATTERED, HEART SINKING, MIND NOT DOING THE THINKING JOB…. (and God knows what all good things happened with him…may be he tasted shit and was telling me the symptoms…may be some cyclone developed inside his body)
Me: Brother what happened
Him (sadness to extremes, whining situations): Yaar aaj DIL toot gaya…vo saalon ke sapne toot gaye
Me: Okie, first tell me where you are?
Him: Maut se ek kadam duur
Me [sarcastically]: Chal badiya hai, at atlast you got there. Humari aisi kissmat kahan”
Him [Sunny-Deol types]: B ke ****, MC kaisa dost hai tu…, U thinking am talking F*** here
Me: ok calm down first, sorry, may you go-on n please everything in full-details
Him: Yaar, I called her today…right now
Me: You mean around 1 AM in this lovely dark night
Him: Ya
Me: Great…aage bol
Him: I told her about my situation
Me: What
Him: That I can’t stop pondering about her…and today she has to give the answer of that question in Boolean terminology
Me: Good, Digital Logic inserted in between…rascal
Him: Yaar am serious…that day jab we met, I felt strongly to indirectly know the answer through questions like what she thought me?, whether she liked me or not…
Me: What was the reply?
Him: The lady replied ‘Me dunno know much about you’…but today I asked her directly and told her as a friend please answer in simple Y/N. And she chose N against Y
Me: You asked the reason?
Him: I did. She replied - ‘I never thought of you in that manner. I can understand your feelings but __ (rechristened to Mr. Ch* here), me never had that mutual understanding w.r.t type of feelings you are talking about.
Him: I even asked her about whether it is possible in future. The simple, sweet and most importantly honest reply was even more HEART BREAKing [a pathetic giggle]
Me: Tell me that simple, sweet and honest reply
Him: Her words - ‘And I can’t see that coming in future.’
Me [suprized with unintended smile]: Okay, thats a really simple and SWEET answer. So, what’s the problem now!!
Him: Help me get over this BREAK-UP thing…
Me: What BREAK-UP!! I wonder whether it was ever a UP at any time. Come on dude, don’t tell you didn’t understand her reply…do you understand importance of the word ‘mutual’…I dunno think there was any duplex sharing of interest ever in your case and to say the bottomline - she wasn’t your love EVER!! What am going to say is harsh but true – your as*hole were having hallucinations which were totally absurd and seriously self-pleasing. Man! Your way and her way of thinking are drastically diverging and are wrong paths. And about the future thing, me must acknowledge the girl. Atleast she isn’t playing or giving flirting type answers. In my eyes it’s a very decent reply…don’t derive wrong ad-hoc conclusions.
Him: [pause…he must have tears in his eyes after this reply i.e. my counseling…even devil not smiling here]
Him: Yaaaaaar…where am I now? [a low decibel shout]
call disconnect -> redial -> I called back and the story continues…
Me: Calm down…nothing has happened. See the best way to live life is to see everything in a positive sense. Tension kya be…
Him: [silent…silent…silent…he simply lost it…either he lost his power of speech or MTNL was playing tricks]
Me: Hello…Hello __(Ch*). (oye,, Where is he??...thoughts of him committing suicide coming into my mind…fear…horror…)
Him: (after 2 sec), ya am here
Me: Bas****, you just F***ed me…
(back to normal vocals)
Be fine…see, frankly and honestly I would say the fault is all yours! And if you I want I can tell you. You can be more cautious next time to try (hunk’s giggle...imagine yourself)
Him: Bol
Me: The fault lies in your views basically. In relationships, you can’t be highly optimistic. It is not a machine with whom you are expecting some satisfactory results. You are dealing with humans. And humans are random. You just can’t deceide any relationship’s fate based upon your optimistic view. “Expectations always lead to disappointments”, one of my principles of life and am really cool about that.
Ch*, my friend just try to shift your optimism onto the career side. Be an optimist while you are dealing with team members in projects, presentations and more crap things. And you will a more successful life…
Him: Sahi keh raha hai
Me: And one thing more – try to see things with rationalism and practicality. Try to understand that you can’t create feelings; Remember that one-liner ‘feelings can’t be created, but feelings can create things’!! And about her, just leave her, if that feel comes to her, you are lucky or else do…hmmm…anything (apart from calling me in this lovely hour). Doggy, you got it.
Him: Hee hee, thank you man…Doggy’s best friend…hee hee [oho again]
Me [sarcastically]: Ya, I know, am made for F***ed up people like you and these days have started late night shifts too.
Him: Hee hee (that irritating girle type giggles, I finally got it…angelic work from Devil)
Me: Acha tell me, for how long you knew her
Him: half-a-decade
Me: Waah, waah mere aashiq waah
Him: Ya, I know…but…
Me: What?? Don’t tell me, you were afraid about the nO answer!! Dude, where was your practical mind!! What happened to your rationalism!! And then you Bas****s throw the throne of MCP to me
Him: Ya, that fear is always there. And I also know fear of failure is an emblem of weakness. May be I was weak; or I am weak
[disappointment in his environment…pause of 5 sec…]
Him: May be, I should learn from you. Guess, being a MCP is a strong show of character. Just love you buddy [again that aggravating Hee Hee]
Me: ya, I know that. A few moments back you were having the same love for a different sex. They say ‘time changes everything’ and nowdays, it is changing gender too. This environment if full of gayness now…what a lovely romantic late night heart-to-heart talk am having. I can clearly see what’s there in destiny for me. [sarcasm to limits]
….
And the conversation went on while the world slept…
Ch* will me kill me for this post. Ch*, my friend if you are reading this do forgive me and don't think about silly suicide attempts. Oh bloody hell, F***, I can see him now. He is standing in front of me. I am standing in front of him. Both are breathing concurrently. I can clearly see him in the mirror…
[All smiles to Devil]
Hope, the fool was out of you :P Well was wondering if CB can write asskicking fiction (5.sum1) , why can’t I…may be me and you too should write a book…Three Mistakes of My Life – ‘Love, Friends and Myself’
[Devil still smiles]
6: 11 AM
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Those were the best days of my life

The above mentioned lines of 'Summer of 69' are so true when I reminisce my 'Bachpan' (childhood). At 21, me is not old but still feel the deficient innocence in today's air.
Everybody around you has a personal agenda or some hidden motives and the worst part is that you know this fact. STILL!! just for the social acceptance sake, we neglect this raw fact...like so unconcern types...
Coming back to childhood; the time when we were innocent while playing ghar-ghar, poshampa-poshampa, ring-a-ring-a-roses and many other sports in which I could have won Gold medals (if only they were in Olympics).
THEN was the period, when guys were considered so cute that ladies kissing on cheeks was a normal affair. Roses were given and praises like “auntyji he is sho-sho-cute” use to welcome each market trip. Now, everything is changed. You are lonely, sitting alone, watching happy dreams with closed eyes, wishing them to be true for the open ones.
I recently had to make some visits to a hospital, due to some unfortunate circumstances. I met my childhood doctor there. The best part was that the doctor recognized me (even with a very heavy beard). All day along I was wandering about the fact, how could he recognize me....now, with a beard...then, a kid. Strange are the HUMANS, sometimes ones living near won't recognize you, sometimes people whom you never considered important can seem be important to you.
Isn't the answer lies in the fact that 'kids are remembered very easily'. If I ask myself a true question, out of the two who will have the greater probability of recognizing me – my KG teacher or my first year prof? The heart puts the latter one into the answer bracket...man!! those were best days of my life :(
That day I was watching the AIL commercial, in which a very cute kid helps an oldie to carry her load without any personal motives and inturn luckily, gets paid one penny for that. The well mannered kid reply in the cutest tone you must have heard in recent times “thank you aunty” (you gotta watch this). The kid then travels all by himself to his dad's workplace to give him his first earning....I don't see this happening in today's world (esp. in metros)?
Hope, you all will agree with me !!
Sunday, May 20, 2007
The DAY that wasn't for me :(

The DAY that wasn't for me,
but sadly I had to face it :(
Nothing is good in life, and sometimes numerous unwanted pluggins are added to you leading to an abominable life. Owing to these incidents, the condition of the lonely mind is even more pathetic as it revolves at a very high speed in the search to find the answers.
Situations in which you can't help yourselves, the question arises what to do when you encounter them! Let them pass through, curse yourself, curse your luck, forget them or.........nothing can be done as you are Simply Helpless.
Some lines –
- What do you do when you miss your bus by a few footsteps after running 100 m,
- What happens when in your final practicals, you incidentally get the toughest thing to implement and you fail after reaching the last level because the machine on which you were working retarded,
- What happens when you get lowest in all marksheets,
- What happens when the examiner asks you all that stuff which you even haven't heard off but asks your peers nearby you the most easy answerable mechanical lollies,
.....What happens when things like these (above-mentioned) happen to you in one single day???
Laugh, I think thats the best option...but it seems a bit unpractical, fake and difficult to accomplish. But thats where, its imp to assess the difference between 'having a life' and 'living a life'. Life, by the way is a highly diplomatic term which my dictionary says is time gap b/t birth and death (it sounds like a class period controlled by a necessary condition i.e. you can't bunk this period once you enter).
By letting things pass through isn't the right way to appreciate your life...you have take the challenges, even if they rain upon you in mega quantities. Thats where the difference lies in 'having a life and 'living a life'. If you are given a brain, its your duty to think/stress your mind and come with solutions...but dunno think about their success and failure amidst the process of thinking...
The next step is how to think. Its a very simple process and also accounts as a major difference b/t humans and animals. But the point here is, what to think, since you have so many problems descending on you as an avalanche.
Start from thinking good (instead of thinking the remedies for the problems)...trust me it makes you happy and once the tones are set, the ideas become pragmatic and they start making sense...
NOTE: everything follows the 'law of equilibrium'...everything appears in 50-50 states...just the views needs to be changed!!
Well apart from thinking, you have alternatives like MUSIC (the best alter medicine), SLEEPING (seriously) and haa...commercials like the Reliance one...a very cute kid saying “thank you AUNTY” after earning a penny by helping her to share the load of her cosmetics. Apply this statement to neighboring girls n do notice their face, I bet all problems will hide from you (just a momentary hallucination) ...lol ;)
“Jindagi hasne ka doosra naam hai”
(Laughter is the second name for LIFE...lol)
