Insomnia

     Whatever else a B-school might or might not do, it certainly does 3 things for you:

1. Increases your reserves of will power exponentially. It takes super-human resolve to get off the bed morning after morning with only 3-4 hours of sleep behind you.
2. Teaches you that Insomnia is not a disorder but a useful tool, not a liability but an asset. Who the h**l came up with the idea of only 24-hour days?!
3. Makes you aware of a 1000 new ways you can be screwed. And instills in you the firm belief that someone is already thinking up the 1001th way for you! Contrary to what one might think, this actually makes you stronger. You know if you have survived the first 1000, a few more would be a cake-walk.

Dedicated to my first foray into serious dramatics: Chehre - the dramatics club at IMNU

Kuch na kuch kehta hai har chehra, Koi nayi dastaan batata hai har chehra,Jo afsana lab bayan naa kar sake,Usaka har pehlu bayan karta hai yeh chehra.Kabi ek tuta khwaab, kahin ek khoyi manzil,Koi bichhadi mohabbat, koi adhoora ikraar,Kain ankahi alfaaz, kitne dabaye aansu,Dil ki har chot ka hisaab rakhta hai yeh chehra.....

And a Blogger was born......

     Questions in life come in varied forms. There are those that are easily answered, those that are best left unanswered and even rhetorical ones that do not demand a response. Some do not deserve the dignity of a response. But there are some that, asked often enough, set you thinking. I had repeated encounters with such a question recently.

      I recently completed my UG course and started interviewing for Business Schools. And at every single interview the moment I mentioned having some facility with creative writing, pat came the "Question" - "Do you write a Blog?" The first couple of times I brushed it off and forgot about it. 

     I was accepted at a great institute and I armored up for the two-year-long war, at least that is what it sounded like when they were done inducting us (read scaring us half to death)! Then began the battle for the Clubs and Committees. Determined to get into my choice of Club and Committee and to take on the full quota of 1C 1C allowed by the college, I set out to conquer another battlefield of interviews. And my new-found nemesis "the Question" confronted me once again. It was present at each interview and soon I began to wait for it to show its ugly head the moment i walked into one. 

     This time it wasn't that easy to brush it off. So I dared to poke at it a little, ponder on it so-to-speak. Why had I never gotten around to writing a Blog? And the answer was much more significant than what I had imagined (it was a relief actually, since what I had imagined was pure unadulterated laziness!). Truth was, I knew this about myself - when I do write, I shed all restraints. For what good is creative writing if it does not flow from your soul? But therein lay the catch. How much of my soul was i ready to reveal to strangers? And that too through such an impersonal medium as a Blog. 

     The more I thought about it, I realized how contradictory this was to my personality. I had always prided myself on being an open book to anyone who made an effort to read me. Excluding a few closely guarded stories, I almost flaunted my life story. And another realization hit me - I was comfortable flaunting my life story, I even enjoyed it, but I was much more protective of my feelings and my thoughts. Those too I shared, but when I wanted and with who I wanted. 

     So this Blog is an experiment to determine if I am ready to undress my soul a little more to people. I cannot promise I'l share everything, but I promise you this - whatever I do share will be totally honest.