Posts Tagged ‘Life’


The Balance

May 8, 2010

As young adults, we experience much that life has to offer. Everyday, a new beginning unfolds, gets imprinted in our hearts and minds and wraps us over. Every moment is a lesson, a story, waiting to tell itself. It is only when we keep our eyes and ears open, that we are able to sense what is in it for us, and rightfully claim it. In meeting new people, in doing new things, in exploring a new place, there is everyone’s share of learning, a message. If we pick it up we become responsive to our environment and human in the right sense of the term. It is these big small experiences of life that are the greatest teacher. They serve to distinguish the right from the wrong. We must not be passive in living through these experiences or we deprive ourselves of the joy of being a human being.

The insignia on my school badge read “let your light shine”. It was a profound message with a profound significance. And, in reflection I realise that many unfailing truths of life were learnt in school and they can have a life transforming value for anyone who cares to unravel the mysteries behind them. The point here is that there is nothing like darkness, only and absence of light and similarily nothing like evil, only an absence of good. Personally, I would want to look at my life this way, believing in the power of good. I believe that there can be no evil around me if I keep no room for it. Whether we choose to let the positive take over the negative is a very conscious choice for everyone to make. Consequently, to make this a world a better place than what it was when we came , we must light a candle, instead of cursing the darkness.


Having said that, I also believe that there is certain imperfectness in the universe. It is an inherent part of nature. Thus, for a human to be infallible is an unrealistic proposition. What, we can do however, is to strive for the best. And in doing so, it is important to bear in mind that everything cannot be judged in black and white. It is the shades of grey that make up most of our deliberate actions. Thus it is imperative to realize that extremes of anything, even good is unreasonable, as we may fail in applying the same extreme standards to ourselves that we apply while evaluating others.

There is nothing wrong in lacking somewhere, but acknowledgement of imperfection must be conceded to and a constant endeavor for improvement must be sought. And since every challenge is an opportunity and every failure a lesson, it is hard to go wrong.

I believe man is capable of having the most fulfilling existence, because no matter how much he accomplishes, there is always more he can deliver. He has an indomitable spirit, and that’s what makes him the determinant of the good and the evil in the universe.


Just Another Day

May 8, 2010

Hi!! You enter my life in a phase where a little bit of the past becomes important to tell, so here we go.

I’m Stuti, and I’m an aspiring MBA student. That’s not who I always was, that’s just who I am right now. Earlier I was an aspiring journalist and a social activist. Unlike the rest of my life, I figured this one fact out, quite early, in the seventh grade itself. Being brought up in a broken home (back then there were huge fights, today I stay with my father, who is happily remarried.)I pretty much grew up on my own, and I didn’t really have an extremely defined culture, manners, and traditions to live up to. I was always my own best judge. Anyway, in the fall of 2008 my dad married Sophie.

Now, Sophie is really nice and everything, I mean there is no conventional step motherly treatment that I have to face, in fact on most matters we get along pretty well. However, once it comes to my independence, her intervention acts more like interference in my life. So, sometime back, we had this little family talk…

“Success, respect, satisfaction, fame, power and then the money.” I said.

“In that order??” Sophie asked, a little cautiously, “That’s what you want from your career?”

“Why of course!!” I said (as if talking of a universal truth).

“Well, you’re a girl, darling, and journalism is dirty business.”


“Come on now, you’re a bright intelligent child, why choose a profession below your mettle? You remember Mrs. Gupta’s daughter, Subhash?(yes, we were a family of S’s )  That good for nothing girl is a reporter today!!! She couldn’t frame proper sentences for Christs sake!!!”

“But I want to be  a journalist !! Paa,why don’t you say something??”

“Beta,journalists are sold for a dime, you know that,and I know you, you’ll never take bribes…so there’s no good chance for you to do any good journalism anyway, you see.” There, for the first time he spoke, and that too against me.I was beginning to lose hope here.

“So, what do you think I should do?” by now I was keen on knowing what they thought was the perfect profession for their supposedly industrious daughter.

“MBA !!!” said Sophie, with pride ringing in her tone. “That’s what people of your calibre are made for!!”

Sensing my anxiety, dad tried to appease me, “Oh,don’t worry, you’ll grow to love it!! And just look at the money !! Come out of any of the top 20 and you’re nothing below 7-8 lakhs.”

Okay, so the money bit of it was alluring, guess I could give it a shot. And anyway, It’s just a degree, I can always come back to what I want to do if I don’t like it.

“Well, I guess I can try…”

Well, that’s settled then!!” smiled Sophie triumphantly.

And so, for the next one year my fate was sealed. I was an MBA aspirant.

I could get into how boring it was to study for this MBA thing, but I guess there are other better things we can talk about. So, coming to the point, I scored a 90 percentile in CAT ,a good, but not good enough score.

What followed was a wave of group discussions and interviews, and frankly I was quite bored of it all. However, it was at one of the interviews that I met Mr.Choudhary.

I was at the interview for IMT Nagpur, where I saw this anxious, nervous looking man ,who was probably in his late thirties.

He looked  at me and said, “Hi!!” I managed a hello and smiled politely.

“So, apprehensive?” he asked

“A little, maybe…” (he was only adding to it by talking anyway)

“Little?? I have butterflies in my stomach!! I hope this really goes well.”

“Okay, all the best.” (You’re  almost 40!! And you’re apprehensive about an interview? Loser!!)

“Well, it’s the third time I’ve taken the CAT, and this is my best shot.I’m not saying, I won’t try again, but if I get it, I’ll be glad!!” he said

“ I hope you make it through.” I said,with sincerity in my voice.

“Mr. Sunil Choudhary, please, come in” said the usherer.

And slowly it was my turn. When I came out, to my surprise, he was waiting there for me!

“So,how was it?? I guess mine was nice, they seemed to like me!!”

“Okay, I guess” I said nonchalantly.

“So you hungry? Mind if I take you out for sandwiches?” he asked

Considering the fact that he was almost forty, and looked pretty genuine, and that my stomach was almost growling with thunder, I accepted the offer.

And so we talked about a few things over a coffee and sandwiches. Sunil Choudhary, as I later learnt, had a nice, well settled home, and a lucrative business, passed on to him from his father. And yet, he had this dream, and he was almost fanatical about it. For the past three years, he took the CAT regularly, managing his business, his home and his life. And he never gave up, no amount of rejections could convince him, and he was determined to follow something he had realized. In his words, “There are few in this world who really know what their purpose in life is, and I was lucky to have figured out mine. Now if I don’t put my heart into this, I’ll be doing myself a great loss, one that no profitable business can cover up.”

And it was then, that I realized just how lucky I was. I had figured out my dream when I was young, and I had let it slip out of my hands as I got older!! How foolish it seemed now. While luxury and comfort might come with money, satisfaction is something very personal.

On my way back home, I thought over what I really wanted from life.

It was a wonderful day, not only because I finally placed myself where I wanted to (with a lot of arguments with my parents ,of course) ,but because I met someone who was struggling to keep on moving in life. It doesn’t matter ,whether he actually gets through or not ,what matters is that he’ll never stop trying.