A thing of beauty, A Joy eternal ?

When you first come across a thing of beauty, you do not necessarily recognize it. Some things have their beauty hidden underneath, a beautiful princess under a myriad layers of ugly-looking sores that would drive the less determined suitors away. It takes a lot of courage and a healthy dose of irrationality to recognize the opportunity to do things slightly differently, to realize that you walk on a precipice thin enough to be a razors edge. On one side lies salvation, the bliss of unqualified success, and on the other, lies the ignominy of failure, the danger of living a good life unfulfilled.

As one steps through these hallowed corridors, one must realize that this is a place for self-made men (and women). All the tools necessary for your betterment shall be laid before you, every door of success shall be pointed out to you to walk through. But no one will assist you in picking up those tools, to break down that door and walk through it. Because, as it almost always does in life, it all comes down to the man you are. No one shall help you because each of them will be facing the same immortal struggle for upliftment that you do. What you do here in these two years, will define you as the boy you were, and the man that you will become.

It is easy to say things are bad, that you deserved so much more and that you got a raw deal. What is not easy is to accept the fact that you yourself were the one who served out the deal in the first place. No opportunity was held back for you, then why were you held back ? Break down the limitations of your mind, the self-imposed barriers and you will find a wondrous world of joys waiting for you that you never knew existed.

Recognize and accept the fact that not everyone will be equally successful. But question the definition of success before you classify someone as successful or not. Your definition of success might not be someone else's. It should not be. For if two people have the same definition, the same goals for success, then one of them is sure to fail. Understand, that until you know someone else's deepest desires and secret fears, you can never really understand whether he or she is successful or not. Truly then, the only person whom you can classify as being such is you yourself and no other...

A lot I have rambled on, without meaning to... My mind is in a state of flux always... I had hoped to write something about this great institute and look where I ended up..Well, the joys of writing...what can I say ??

techno..

My prof. is rambling about global marketing in a business theory class..in a sense,it does make some sense..although i'm not listening to a word of what's going on..what prompted this post was a comment by her on how technology might be a boon in some ways,but it definitely a bane in other ways..it led me to remember that i do have access to this wonderful technology that lets me escape on flights of fancy while being physically present here..isn't it amazing that how sometimes the same thing at the same time may be great 4 some ppl and absolutely wrong 4 others..i'm rambling here..but blame it on the prof not me..hehe..

Its been a little frustrating here..past couple of weeks have flown by without me really realizing that they have..and its been bugging me a lot..i know what i have to do and how to do it..but implementation,as always has been my bugbear.. @%€¤ it..and now that its entered my mind again,i'm too frustrated to continue this..back to business now...

The Next Post

Its always this part that lets me down...u know, after the part where i've decided that i am gonna write more...the first post comes easily enough....eager to write...but then, the next..im clueless..i have no idea what is to be written, why i should be writing in the next place..so i decided to check out a classmates blog..and it struck me that she's essentially revealing a lot about herself..maybe not a lot, but things about herself that i could never imagine someone else knowing. But then again, they were perfectly normal things...why shjouldn't I let someone else know those things about me ? why did i have to be so damn secretive all the time ? maybe i should be a little more open, help me in sorting myself out though..maybe give me the guts to face the biggest demon of all, myself...

For after I have looked at myself in the naked mirror of truth, what horrors can a world hold ??

First post from my cell..

this is definitely not as easy as it is conceptualized to be..its tougher to type..and i dont wanna post sms sized posts..but i might get used to it eventually..here's looking forward to many more posts..cheers..

For a friend....

Someone in my institute told me today that I haven't blogged for a long time, or at least anything of any consequence...and well, I was surprised, I didn't know anyone read this rag in the first place..it was pleasant, though....a reminder of things beyond the institute, placements, capital markets and corporate finance...Thank you mate, you know who you are....

It was a reminder of a time when I could express myself freely, without regards to consequences, when I would say fuck you to someones face and not give a bloody shit about it...the world's become slightly more complicated now, I have become entangles in myself..well, I do have 6 months to unravel myself...and now, as I feel these words and thoughts coming out of nowhere, I feel the same thing I always feel when I write, why dont i do this more often ?? Its much more therapuetic for me than I would care to admit...and its been years since I've collected my thoughts more coherently..maybe with my new wi-fi enabled phone (showing off a lil here, dont mind...its a Nokia N81-8GB), i could write more, especially during those endless lectures on business...

You know what, maybe I will...Thank you, friend..

Chaos...

Sometimes its just so out of control that you dont know what to do. Even the best intentions are laid to waste, coz there's just no point in having a good intention. Nothing ever gets done. Nothing can be imlemented. Each day drags out to another. Before you know it, its become a cycle, and not one you especially wanna get caught in. How do you get out of it all ? How much can you erase from a written page before you tear it ?

How do you get out ?

Questions...

When do things get better ? Or are they actually so bad now, that im waiting for them to improve ? Is the improvement in my hands or am I being guided externally ? How much of it can actually come from within ? Or are things actually better for me ?

Questions, questions....