Shaadi Mubaarak!

One of my best friends got married a few days ago. I'm happy for her, I really am. But, it's a bittersweet sort of happiness.  

Our friendship was always...there. I don't know how to explain it exactly. It's like whenever I came back home, I knew I would meet her. We would never get overly excited to meet each other because it always seemed like we were picking up from the last time we spoke/met. You know, how with some people you have a certain comfort regardless of how long it's been since you met them last? That's what we're like. 

Or were like, should I say. Not that we won't meet or talk anymore. But, it's going to be different. She is part of a tag team, now. Everything will be a joint decision. And they've been dating for a while, so it's not like they weren't important for each other before. But, there's something about marriage that enhances that relation. Everything else just fades into the background. 

You know, I've been trying to think why things change, or why marriage is just not the same as being in a long term relationship. Is it that it works as an announcement to the world? But, relationships work like that, as well. Is it that families are involved? No, that's true for a lot of relationships, too. Co-habitation? Not necessarily true for all marriages, and it could  happen even before.

I don't have any solid answers. What I do know is that it feels like the end of an era. 

I Made It! (Or So I'm Told.)

B School results are out. Looks like I'm heading to Ahmedabad for two years. Bye bye beer, butter chicken, and lazing around. Sigh.

Yeah, yeah, I know I shouldn't be sounding so weary already. It's an exciting opportunity and I'll get to meet like-minded professionals and network and all that business-y crap. I'm absolutely thrilled I got in. Really. But, I can't help but dread it, a little. Can't put my finger on the reason.

Maybe it's because this is hardly going to be like DU, where I studied only to save myself from flunking out. This is going to mean hitting the ground running and trying my best to be among the top half of the class at all times. If I want to "succeed", that is.

Which brings me to a more philosophical question. What is this success?

Does it mean earning a seven figure salary (or more)? Does it mean getting the best placement in your school? Does it mean launching your own start up and become one of those wildly controversial and successful (that word again) flip-flops-and-shorts wearing CEOs? Or does it mean having your own personal definition of success, the world's opinion be damned?

How long does the golden period last? How soon till I want to switch jobs? Will I be doing the same thing ten years, twenty years, thirty years later? If not, will I have "wasted" my management education?

Gah. Someone please stop this train.

Haven't Written Here In A While

I'm writing this only because I woke up in the middle of the night (thanks to an ill-timed text by a friend) and I haven't been able to sleep since. 

It seems I've forgotten why I wanted to keep a blog. I mean, I already have a journal. So, what is the purpose of this blog? Especially because I'm not exactly forthright with details here. Maybe I had a clear vision in my head when I started this. Maybe I just wanted to be one of the cool kids. Whatever it was, the reason is eluding me, now. 

For posterity's sake, I'll give you (who is this you, even?) a general update of my life since my last post. 

I finished my course at Xavier's. Worked in Delhi for a bit. Quit. (After two months, to be exact. If there was a Flakiest Employee Award, it would be mine.) Studied for the CAT. Hurt my leg in an accident and was restrained to the bed for two months. Took the CAT. Chilled for a month. Got my CAT result. (It wasn't terrible. That's all I'm saying.) Chilled for two months/gave B School interviews. Started working with an IPL Team. Finished interviews. Still working with said IPL Team. Waiting for B School results to come out. 

That's how my life is going to end. In anticipation. May not be the worst way to go, if you think about it. At least you're looking forward to whatever is coming. 

Kay, I don't know what else to write. Until next time!