The wedding season is on full swing here in North India and 2 of my cousins have decided to take the plunge.
One of them is my cousin sister, my bua's daughter who is marrying a bong guy. My sister is amongst the most beautiful females that I have seen and has a striking resemblance to Aishwarya Rai (aint that unbelievable). The guy with whom she is getting married to is her college time sweetheart and a real nice guy. He is just the perfect guy whom you would love your parents to meet, the polished and sophisticated kinds. So I am really happy for her and looking forward to attending the wedding ceremony of 10th Feb. Another thing that is making me await the wedding is my black bandh gala which I am going to sport on the wedding. I just adore that outfit and yours truly has a feeling that he looks particularly dashing in it :)
The second big wedding of the season is that of cousin bro who is an engineer working with a software major. The guy has not been lucky enough to find a lady for himself and hence is stepping upon the good old tradition of arranged marriage. But he has struck gold and his mom has found from him a ravishing girl with very impressive degrees to boot.
I often wonder if not for arranged marriages, what would happen to many poor guys. To be continued.....
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Jaane Kya Dhoondta Hai, Ae Mera Dil
I have been thinking a lot these days about my bigger purpose in life, about the meaning of my existence.
There are days when I feel that I just want to do my MBA and then retire for the rest of my life. MBA because, I have received rejects for the last 3 years and I want to prove (to myself) that I belong there. Money is something which does not motivate me beoyond providing me enough to be able to support me and my mom, comfortably. But will I be able to lead 2 years of my MBA life like a saint, not expecting anything in return from the institute and hoping to do something post MBA that I will look forward to doing everyday.
Going by the current state of my mind it seems possible and I feel sure that its not going to be money which will drive me after 2 years. My motivation to go on will be fun, enjoyment, fulfilment and a realization of my bigger purpose.
However, when I talk to my friends who are in the final stages of their MBAs, its scares the shit out of me. They are back in the rat race in which I was in the final year of my engineering college. Running after that elusive dream job, looking for the best brand name, talking to seniors, making resumes, licking the asses of arrogant recruiters......phew
I just pray that I will be able to escape this trauma when I am in the final leg of my MBA days....but I am still not sure about my fickle mind.
For the moment I can think of these beautiful lines "Jaane kya dhoondta hai, ae mera dil, Tujhko kya chaahiye zindagi, Raaste hi raaste hain, kaisa hai yeh safar, Dhoondti hain jisko nazrein, jaane hai voh kidhar
There are days when I feel that I just want to do my MBA and then retire for the rest of my life. MBA because, I have received rejects for the last 3 years and I want to prove (to myself) that I belong there. Money is something which does not motivate me beoyond providing me enough to be able to support me and my mom, comfortably. But will I be able to lead 2 years of my MBA life like a saint, not expecting anything in return from the institute and hoping to do something post MBA that I will look forward to doing everyday.
Going by the current state of my mind it seems possible and I feel sure that its not going to be money which will drive me after 2 years. My motivation to go on will be fun, enjoyment, fulfilment and a realization of my bigger purpose.
However, when I talk to my friends who are in the final stages of their MBAs, its scares the shit out of me. They are back in the rat race in which I was in the final year of my engineering college. Running after that elusive dream job, looking for the best brand name, talking to seniors, making resumes, licking the asses of arrogant recruiters......phew
I just pray that I will be able to escape this trauma when I am in the final leg of my MBA days....but I am still not sure about my fickle mind.
For the moment I can think of these beautiful lines "Jaane kya dhoondta hai, ae mera dil, Tujhko kya chaahiye zindagi, Raaste hi raaste hain, kaisa hai yeh safar, Dhoondti hain jisko nazrein, jaane hai voh kidhar
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