Trying again

Ideally i should be studying for the placements for the internships especially during such hard times for poor B school students who entered with high dreams but now settling with the more realistic salary figures. But here I am (nice song by bryan adams) aspiring again to be a known blogger. Thats what i like about myself....i tend to do the opposite of what others around do...I have realized this lately that when others are having fun, i go serious with studies or similar stuff but when others are slogging (for end terms or placements), Parag Mehra tends to do the unexpected. Perhaps this is the cause of my average grades (now average ..earlier they were low...so thanks to ADMAP)

Anyways today I introspected and conclusion was I have been smiling very less. Deep down I developed myself to remain calm but this self correction got to an undesired degree which turned me into stone faced, serious guy which I am not. Smile is an asset which needs to be cherished. Infact it use to be forte at one time. Somewhere in this competitive surroundings I unconsciously developed the notion that seriousness is an essential trait of BIGGIES (ya even I aspire to be one). But it is not true. We need to smile, we need to joke around, we need to talk a lot. It doesn't matter if all that makes no sense but do that in front of your friends. I need not be one of those serious guys who are boring company to people around.

GOAL 1: Adopt 3 S (Uh...structure thinking...MBA). Speak, Smile and Sanguine

Yesterday I went to a penthouse. I rang the bell and servant opened the door, directed me to the luxurious guest room with all mahogany woodwork, murals of Hussain, Goswami and others with exquisite Indian classical music collection on a shelf nearby and a huge display of books and novels. I was in awe with the owner, who has got a taste for art. I waited for 5 minutes carefully admiring the house. Then he came downstairs---seems like an composed guy, cheerful by his looks, his presence shows nothing like arrogance. Carefully watching I realized that he looks like somebody I know very well. But i was not able to recall.

No problem...I spoke to him for sometime and then he courteously asked to have homemade laddo and halwa. I can die for such things especially after vrindi, mess and shree krishna food which has killed my taste buds.
Note: All the non S.P Jain junta ...these are 3 most economical and available local restaurants for us.

Halwa and ladoos were incomparable to anything I have had in the past few months after coming back from home. They tasted just like my home. When I was about to leave he smilingly asked me to meet his family. I said "my pleasure". Then came out my mother, father and another beautiful lady. HUHA..Now I noticed it hard enough that this guy is me....mua...So this is a dream. The worst part of a dream is the moment you realize that you are dreaming....best portions of it start to fade off.....so then I came back to my hostel bed..woke up and saw my roomies sleeping. But I enjoyed the trip.
NOTE: That beautiful lady ....another dream..will talk about it later :)