32000ft of routine madness

What can be moronic to the masses is cool for someone. Try the chopper ride from Shillong to Guwahati, you will understand my feelings
Last few hours have been something else for me. Took the chopper ride which can be best described as fuckin awesome and now sitting in not on time on flight jet, I’m more eager to look forward to what comes next. The grueling iIM life is coming to its closure and nothing has changed in me. So much for why MBA? Still no answers..
So, as I head back home to meet my family, there is nothing much to do but to scribble as random thoughts as possible. Just to eat your already bored and frustrated mind. Even this blog post is not OTOF!
Meanwhile, ever imagined an air hostess as a maid who comes to collect waste everyday, I tried that and it was fun to think like that at 30,000ft or 32 .. screw that falling from either height is certain death.
Air travel these days is like bus travel, almost anyone and everyone is using it (including cheapos like me) and the fun part is …………?! There is no fun.. it’s a pain yaar. (I hate delays)
What more? Let me land and I’ll tell you when I get my baggage after half an hour of struggle.
Till then thank you for choosing to read my blog.. now suffer from the idiocracy and have a great day!
Take care…

PS – this post is a result of 3 hour flight delay with majority of time spent in letching at not so great air hostesses. The author is not responsible for any mental damage caused by this blog since he/she(see I’m confused on my orientation too!) wrote this post in an absolutely mentally challenged state or for the lack of better words the author was at his normal best at that time. Thank you!

Silence for the lack of better words

For the last few weeks I have longed to write, sometimes you wish you could just scribble your way out of “things”. Well it didn’t happen on part of my laziness and now it’s high time I blogged. Here goes…
I will begin with the things that happened in the past few weeks-
• My birthday came
• Got red assed for good three days and three nights (countless goodies and gifts too)
• I went for an event (XLRI was fun, wish I could spend more time there)
• My friend's neck was fucked, so were our ears (8 minute deep relaxation my ass!)
• He went through first surgery of his life (he’s fine now and god bless him always)
• Roll 4,10,15,23,59,..56,66,……48,64 caught everybody’s attention
• Few people fell to allergies, cold and other seasonal problems while dieting is a dream for FEW
• Phad Phadi Saxena interacted with a vehicle on an unusual trip outside the campus
• Maybe a few more open houses occurred here and there
• And yes Gold cup came to a titillating finish…
There is definitely more on the cards and it never really stops however by the end of it all, you still wonder where you have reached in life.
Well it would be stupid to say that I have got an answer to why MBA because it is just an extension of the pursuit of the impossible dreamTM, what matters is the feeling that I’ve had through all this time. I am shifting towards a mode where all I have to offer is silence.

There are phases in your life when something triggers a systematic destruction of the self. I wouldn’t say it is happening to me or to somebody, its just a thought being expressed but always remember when that time comes, there are people around who can see it.. talk to them and get out of it.
Take care and god bless…

for me, silence is better than a lot of things said and done...