...back from Chennai

It's good to be back. Back to home, family and friends.

Chennai was tough, and it tasted me in every possible way it could have. I stood up to the occasion when it called for my response. Being alone in a new city sucks, specially when a taxi driver takes 339 rs. from you, or you get saved from an accident by a whisker, change buses and then walk kilometers to reach an interview place and then again come back there next day. Can't imagine I couldn't even visit the Chennai beach. Bad luck.

But one thing I should accept here tonight. I might not be the 'God's most favorite child'...but then again, whenever I thought I was losing myself in the crowd and found myself dumbstruck, someone or the other came in the form of a help to me, every time. Don't know how to accept it. But I believe without blessings, prayers and wishes no man can succeed in a great cause.


But still I stick to the fact just because someone made it to Chennai a few months back...that's the reason I thought I too will be able to do it all by myself.


Don't know why, but feeling very lonely tonight.


P.S. : Waitlisted in FORE school of management.

-April '11