And so i Thought and Said

A writer's block can be one of the most frustrating things for someone who keeps writing. I have been experiencing one for some days now. Have already tried to draft more than 10 blogs but have ended up in deleting them midway. Oh, am actually complaining now! Well, whats so special about it because this is what we all generally do. Complain ! We are perfectionist at that. You give us a situation and we will find a fault with it. You will not be able to even delve into the depths from where we will emerge with a sense of achievement, oh yes we just found it! But don't you worry, you are like us only; you will find faults too. You don't really have to look around to complain, they are as easy and obvious as some that I have listed below: 1) Why couldn't I get up early, darn this "alarm" : C'mon, whats wrong with the alarm  here 2) God! why is this watch running so fast : Seriously ? 3) People like him/her spoil it all by being punctual always :

Dear Maa, It is going to be two weeks soon and am happily studying here. Though I find it awkward when people ask me if I miss home, I'll be honest in saying that I fail to answer them. I do not know if I miss you people or not. You see, there is a lot to learn here, lot to achieve and I do not want to miss out on anything. Well, this was what it seems on the outset, if I delve deep into my emotions, I find that I had been doing all this, making myself busy with thing so that I forget the feeling of being away from home. I miss the morning breakfast at 8 and how I used to force you to sit with me while I get ready. I feel really bad when I see that its lunch time but still I am in no situation to count the hours for it to be 5:30. I miss it at 6 p.m. when you used to be standing out waiting for me. I miss the Sunday's national breakfast of poha. I miss the crazy fights we had and how I used to call from office asking nani to make rajma chaval or kadhi chaval. I miss those

So, its almost a week at IIM Indore, Mumbai Campus and since I haven’t written any thing for almost a month; I feel that it is my moral obligation to write and enlighten the world which had been so deprived of some food for thought. The weather here is as fickle as any chameleon can get, the sky changing colors every now and then and you getting drenched in the rains, all wet and then within ten minutes you have all dried up due to the pinching, dense sunshine. Assignments are pouring in and the freshers had been a blast. The past week had been so busy that these four days’ off seems absurd. In the midst of all these, I am actually enjoying what people call the “perks of being at a premier institute in India”.  I would thus share two most peculiar ones  with you and in italics will be my take on them. 1. Suddenly I realised that people have started believing in my talent. The question mark on my abilities is gone just because I happened to garner a seat in a top notch institute . W