love that permeates much beyond a single day…

Never celebrated it…didn’t ever feel the need to…Never bothered a heck about it…definitely didn’t buy someone a rose for 5K at an auction (and yes…this has happened in front of my own eyes…the very same with which I see…!)Never thought it was even worth spending 5...

god…i loved the…

Scene 1: Jaliawala bagh… “aapka aagyakaari beta…Bhagat Singh…”Scene 2:The tricolor is folded and presented to the mom, at the funeral Scene 3: The door-bell rings…mom goes to open the door. 2 soldiers with the trunk of her son Scene 4: “itna sab ho gaya aur main sirf...

…keep on moving on…anyway…

Placement prep on in full swing. There is so much to do…and everyday before I sleep I question myself on my ability to make it. It’s scary at times…exciting most often…but the god damn apprehension doesn’t seem to go away ever. Maybe that is what keeps me going...

lets see how it goes…

Almost a week has passed since the last entry…and a lot has happened…(as always). The campus is amazingly different. Its hard to visualize this state when you first enter ISB. You know…you have this… “oh, it will be courses and a lot of work…and then finally a job”…!...