Too much of this good life?
Right now the most fortunate thing in my life is having an uncle who has, or rather had a bag manufacturing business AND who sent us large bags (and smaller ones too) every time someone in the family went abroad.
Now, to give you an idea of my misery:
My shopping done, the obvious next step was packing, which I(read my mother) started yesterday. And I have LOTS of stuff. I wonder what the Lufthansa guys were thinking when they set the 46kg weight limit on luggage. Don't they know Indians at all? Last night we packed a bag completely with way less than half my stuff and thought it's good to go. But we found that it weighed only 20kgs :-(. Now that's disastrous. Thankfully we have a bag of the next size at home (refer previous paragraph about uncles and free bags :D). Now we have to unpack the packed bag and use the larger one instead, which is really nothing to crib about, but I hate packing (which my mom makes me sit and watch) and I'm on vacation and hence entitled to crib just a wee bit.
Now about other bags... I bought a couple of really nice handbags recently and they make me feel like a girl again :-). I'm also surrounded by a hundred "not so nice" plastic bags containing all my shopping and my room looks like a warehouse. You will find me huddled up and sleeping in whatever space I can find between the bags and my books.
I'm getting a little too used to joblessness and it's heavenly. I don't laze around but I love not having to account for my time or use it gainfully to earn my living :-). Pity the fun has to end so soon. C'est la vie...
Now, to give you an idea of my misery:
My shopping done, the obvious next step was packing, which I(read my mother) started yesterday. And I have LOTS of stuff. I wonder what the Lufthansa guys were thinking when they set the 46kg weight limit on luggage. Don't they know Indians at all? Last night we packed a bag completely with way less than half my stuff and thought it's good to go. But we found that it weighed only 20kgs :-(. Now that's disastrous. Thankfully we have a bag of the next size at home (refer previous paragraph about uncles and free bags :D). Now we have to unpack the packed bag and use the larger one instead, which is really nothing to crib about, but I hate packing (which my mom makes me sit and watch) and I'm on vacation and hence entitled to crib just a wee bit.
Now about other bags... I bought a couple of really nice handbags recently and they make me feel like a girl again :-). I'm also surrounded by a hundred "not so nice" plastic bags containing all my shopping and my room looks like a warehouse. You will find me huddled up and sleeping in whatever space I can find between the bags and my books.
I'm getting a little too used to joblessness and it's heavenly. I don't laze around but I love not having to account for my time or use it gainfully to earn my living :-). Pity the fun has to end so soon. C'est la vie...
1 comments:
Hi Juggler,
Thanxs for the advice.
Its been a pleasure reading ur blog. Thanxs for showing so much insight into this path less taken.
I feel that to realise one's limitations and weaknesses are the first steps to achieve one's goals.
Hence I have decided to not apply to Harvard and Kellog this year. A true leader is more than just few qualities one can name and in this span of 23 years I dont think I have shown enough to cut into Harvard. My spears may be sharp but not sharp enough to pierce its shields...........
There's more to leadership and I feel at 23 I am not yet ready to make it there.
Although this decision is more logical, my spirit keeps pushing me to think about it twice.
I have decided to go ahead with Stern in R2 because this school profile is more towards my ultimate goal. But if I change my mind after first hand experience of R1 I may decide to apply to Harvard.
Congrats on ur admits (Sorry for the late admiration).
Have a good time at Wharton.
Keep in touch and keep blogging.
Thanks again.
Adios.
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