The most daunting task i have ever witnessed, was to speak abt myself. Never ever thought that i know so little on this issue ..... Was it the self or an attempt to put in the best face that chocked my throat ??
The ordeal started as a part of my interview preparation for XL.
'Tell me something abt urself' began with a bang and ended with a whimper, and to add insult to injury a cursory glance at my watch put on the bludgeon;only a single minute had elapsed.
It meant that i can at best talk for a minute of my past 20+ years .. (wont let u guess my actual age).... what a shame. This reminds me of a metaphorical saying that we can see the universe in a soap bubble. But hey this is no soapy business, its my interview ....... that too for a single call ... so have got to buckle my shoes, or else will have an year more to ponder on the trivialities of my good/bad old days..
Then came the next one a real blinder and more sinister than the previous one ..... WHY M.B.A ??.
Dont they get bored hearing the same story again and again, everyone plays safe and repeats the prepared stuff relegiously, with added flavour of course to make it look different and original. Should i tell them that it's a different level of plagiarism, copying someones else thought (may be in itself a reprocessed junkie) and put it in a new plate ....
anyways their apetite does not seem to be for a new cuisine , so i will feed them the same old bread with a thick layer of butter.However i had this realisation that its great being on the other side of the table ...... musing on others expense.
The subsequent discussion was equally elusive and only a divine intervention could have changes the status quo, which to my dismay was even beyond divinity.
The only take home from this mock drill was the self realisation of my utmost sincerity in doing nothing for so long and a half hearted disgust for the panelist who made me realise this. The other half knew that the disgust was for my ownself embodied in different forms ....
Back home, with laptop on my lap (obviously where else can i keep it) i tried to search my soul .. tried to find from other lives the motto of my living .. google failed me for the 1st time and so did wikipedia, where else can i catch my soul if not on the cybernet. Such a herculian task .... finally after much mental, physical and economical (cost of use internet) fatigue i found solace on the rocks, hence the same title to the blog. To my amazement the flood gates started opening up and the answers came to me like a gushing stream, thats why its sane to be insane at times. I had tranceded the boundaries in search of myself (who am i) and the final destination is my NIRVANA.
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Very nicely written..No doubt ur vocab is excellent..This write up has serisouly let me think my motive of being.
nice attempt...verbum sat sapienti :-) only few r blessed with the necessary courage, perseveranve and boldness to plunge into finding their ownself...crede quod habes, et habes...all the best!
dude great writing, six on very first ball
" If you'r not idealist in your twenties, you've got no heart: if you'r idealist in your fourties, you've got no brains" - NRN quoting George Bernard Shaw. That's practical stuff. You can't be honest and realistic at the same time. What we call growing up is actually a process of slow decay. A moment comes when the "High Hopes" of your chilhood are shatterd. The world beyond the horizon is always different from what you perceived all your life. You have to see the things the way you are being told.
As far as chasing dreams is concerned, just ask yourself which dream are you chasing? Was it ever your dream?
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