The Madras Mail

I should be studying now, I have a quiz tomorrow, two the day after, and one the day after that, … well, you get my drift. To cap it all, the next week will consist of 6 days of pure torture and pain when I have my endterms, the culmination of all knowledge that has been gained till now.

I am so fucked.

I spent this weekend doing things that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to in my life. I went through an obstacle course which consisted of crawls under barbed wire, rock climbing, hanging on ropes, doing a Tarzan, et cetera. I crawled through caves (read, fossilized batshit, not so fossilized shit of other animals, wet mud, and assorted stuff of the smelly kind), slept on the rocks alongside 20 or so dogs, and built a raft and tried to cross a lake. I’m bruised, cut, have pains in all my joints, look like fried bacon, and somehow still want to do all of it again.

I’m now back at a more demanding bootcamp, where I have to spend the next 2 weeks forcing, begging and pleading with my brain to absorb the oh-so-required management knowledge, and on the 8th of December September I leave all this behind to 10 days of sleep and vetta kuzhambu. I now hear from Koshal that some retards have broken into his car in Portland and he’s lost all his documents (read passport, IDs, bank info) and he can’t come down to Chennai. This just sucks. Bigtime.

Right now, I’m just hoping for the random miracle to help me get past the first term, and am looking forward to 10 days of release from IR, HR, QT, Law, …

One advice to all bschool aspirants, ‘Drink a lot, if you don’t, start now’.

I’m in a very touchy mood today, not my usual persona.

It’s probably because I spent the last 3 days in some of the most wretched villages in India. It’s probably because, the NGOs, the government, us, everyone, is effectively killing all those villagers and I’m unable to do anything about it. It’s probably because I have 5 submissions due this week, and my progress has been rather pathetic. It’s probably because I’m still awake at 0430 and have a class at 1200, for which I haven’t prepared as yet. It’s probably because people are judged by their occasional irrational acts than their frequent rational ones. It’s probably because bullshit seems to have more meaning than a meaningful gesture.

I should sleep. I should study. I should fucking be happy.

Sadly, I don’t see all the three happening.