It is around 8.00 in the morning....the alarm clock , supposed to wake me up at 7, after repeated efforts has failed to wake me up from my slumber Wake up to have a look at myself and ask the same question each day...."YES DUDE EACH DAY THE SAME QUESTION"..what the fuck was on my mind when I chose to give up a so called WOW salary job. Like KBC...i always have four choices....but the fact is each day the choice i make to answer changes...
1) To know how cash flows...the only flow i was happy to know was into my account on 30th
2) To listen to the incarnation of Rajneesh...baba osho....teaching me Economics..and the nuances of trade, comparative advantage
3) To learn How to rephrase a "n" word sentence in N factorial ways to raise my hand and gain some CP marks..
4) or to calculate that what is the statistical probability that i will still walk out sane enough to realize the variation b/w pre and post status is very very low...
After i have made a thoughtful choice for the day, I rush to Goel dining hall for breakfast..and soon from there to LRC .
Did i tell you whats LRC....no i didn't. When I was young (kid i mean i m still young)..all those people around me forced me to go and read, read and read as much as possible. I hated, avoided and luckily escaped. But, now I can't...this is the knowledge repertoire of my college loads and loads of information...so much that simply entering the place makes me realize...how unlearned..or precisely illiterate I am. The problem is not realization of this fact...the problem is realization of this fact at "THIS" age the combination makes me a very conspicuous outlier...(hey i can teach box plot, those whiskers that stretch out ).....
Then i got for two classes of 2 hour each...For each class the 1st hour I am awake..and in the next hour no matter how much I try I doze off. Thankfully, I don't snore loud...my neighbours don't complain me disturbing their sleep.And the best part....the babaji usually tries to just build up what he is going to teach in the first hour..and when i am swinging side to side (which prof might think to be an affirmation to his wonderful speech) it is then he gives the real gyaan.
The best part, after the class, people would come and very happily tell me that they spotted me asleep, dude it isnt an extict dinasour species that you were lucky to bump into, falling asleep is normal..although the way i do might be amusing, somewhat like the first screening to jurassic park-1, i accept that.
After the classes, the club meetings...they come together to impart gyaan, which i dont understand. I am still learning the business jargons, which are very very lavishly used here. Get back home to finish assignments, pre read for next day..post read what was taught today....who invented these prefixes....these management prof's know how to optimize their utility too.
The day ends with trying to refine and add reasons to the choice made at the begining of the day....to console myself that tomorrow would be better....
Stop behaving like a kid u asshole....There is nothing like TOMORROW...u r being raped and this will continue....try to enjoy it.
