Disillusionment

I enter the gates of my test center-NMIMS, Mumbai*-and I see six breathtaking beauties running towards me. And before you think that I may have invited Ranbeer Kapoor or Salman Khan as a guest writer (and to think of such a thing, you need to be retarded beyond scope of recovery), let me complete the last sentence; they run past me.

They were girls right out of a college-themed soap opera. Beautiful and brimming with energy, wearing outfits which only our screen-goddesses are seen wearing in movies (now please don't start thinking about bikinis; all I mean to say is that they were outfitted pretty modernly). The familiar feeling of being invisible comes back to me. To them I was just an object standing in the middle of the path. An object to avoid colliding with. To me, they were a dream, a dream which now seems more and more difficult to achieve.

The dream to get into a good b-school in India.

I know that every year around 250000 set out to achieve this dream and 249000 of them fail. I belong to this category. And for three years, i have held on to my title (of a wannabe B-School graduate). I am the undisputed champion of messing up entrance examinations and screwing up interviews. But I am losing steam now.

No longer do I wish to spend (or rather waste) one more year preparing for CAT/SNAP/NMAT/XAT. For my constant failures have only made me re-think my methods; not of studies but how I have seen my life so far.

As I write these words, I stand disillusioned. I realise that the oasis I was seeking, was just another mirage. I realise that I stepped out to cross the ocean on a boat with no compass, no map, no food and the worst folly of them all, no rum. Aaarghhhh!!! NO RUM!!!

*NMIMS-Mumbai: One of the top B-Schools of India. Present dead in the center of the city in between the financial hub of Mumbai famous for pretty girls running around the college playing some crazy management game. I wish I was studying here.