Mean

I seem to have absorbed the stereotype of an MBA.

Last week, I woke up realising that a relationship wasn’t something I just didn’t count in my priorities. It was something I actually rated low.

Given the choice between staying two years in Bombay and scissoring the Prettier Bong, or doing stints in Bangalore and Chennai while she stays back here, I’d unhesitatingly take Bangalore or Chennai. Given a choice between being happily and fulfillingly married, or a million rupees, I’d take the million rupees in a heartbeat. Date or blogger meet? Definitely blogger meet.

Oh, joy. I’m back to my old self.

Mirror

When you live alone, you have to confront yourself continuously. This can be bloody scary at times.

Contrast

On one side of the Malabar Hill flyover there is an impeccably maintained park and sports complex.

And on the other, there’s a slum called Ashanagar (Hopetown).

Bombay, eh?

Choice

I could save up, head to the US, and try to wrap up a bachelor’s degree in two years. I’d become the computer scientist I’d never become.

Or, I could bring to banking the same passion that Sacha brings to computer science.

Put like that, suddenly the courageous path seems clear.

It’s not about what you do. It’s about being great at it. The game I’m playing is life, not computer science.

Timeline

This is the happiest I’ve ever been since my third year uttarayana, and perhaps the happiest I’ve been for a sustained period of time since Class 11. But talking to Nikhil or Sacha always leads me to that twinge of regret and makes me wonder what could have been if only I’d stuck to computer science.

Academics

I realised this week what utter crap Class 11 and 12 were academically. Limited breadth and limited depth. Where was the challenge? I had to find my own.

Of course, I could have found it by mugging for the JEE also. Life might have been easier then. Would it have been as interesting? Perhaps, but in a different way. I’ll never know how.

Hangover

Do I still have a Sacha hangover? Did I get so impatient with Malini because I knew that there was a real-world goddess out there, incredible in every aspect I’d ever seen of her?

Is this going to stay with me forever?

Paean

How does Mark Knopfler write songs about goddesses so effortlessly?

Aura

In this city, women radiate attitude. In Delhi, a woman’s personal space is inside her. Here, it ends half a foot away from the skin.

OST

Over the next two years, I should live my life as if Baba O’ Riley was the backing soundtrack.