Few-kwa

Yesterday I got a mail from Fuqua that my admissions decision is now available online and that I can view it after logging on to their website. Well, they were not really right when they said that. It's not really a decision. More like indecision.

"As a result of the tremendous competition for the Class of 2008, we are unable to offer you a final decision at this time. Your application has been placed on our waitlist."

The moment I opened the window, I visualy searched for the word 'Congratulations'. In a second I realized that I was not admitted. I was a little dissapointed and bit surprised as well. I thought that getting into Fuqua shouldn't be very hard. I felt that my best chance was at Fuqua and since Tuck had already admitted me, thought it was natural for Fuqua to admit me. Looks like I was wrong.

Anyway since Tuck is definitely my choice ahead of Fuqua, it doesn't matter so much (...I guess.) It would have been nice to say that I was admitted X, Y and Z and I chose X. I guess just some ego massage.

But what the hell, I was not rejected anyway. I better learn to thank what I've got.

Now, there is no sign of MIT Sloan. I'm not giving up on it. But at least I stopped hoping that today would be the day that I get the Sloan interview invite. If they like me they'll invite me. Anyway my first love Tuck is by my side in any case. I love you Tuck.

The Admission packet

Well.. I am so used to dealing everything online that I totally forgot that school's send out an official letter of admittance to the admitted students. It was really exciting to go through it. I think I read every bit of whatever they sent out other than the Hopkins Center of Art magazine (...wonder why they sent that).

I was especially fascinated with the envelope in which they sent the letter. It was this transparent paper with tiny winy color confitti kinda things on it. And the coolest thing was that my name was printed on that envelope. Such things make you feel special.

It also had a CD of a music album made by the Tuck Band. Man....they're good. I'm a feeling a bit intimidated by the talents of these Tuckies. Wonder where I stand relative to my future classmates.

Happiness

What is Happiness.

Happiness like love cannot be defined. How do I know whether I am happy or not.

Question: If I have a lot of money, am I happy?
Answer: Maybe. But money is not happiness

Question: If I'm around my loved one. Am I happy?
Answer: Maybe. But supposing I have no money, struggling to make ends meet and deep in debt, how can I be happy.

Question: If I enjoy what I do for a living. Am I happy?
Answer: Maybe. But you never seem to enjoy something for too long.

I think it's very rare that anyone ever feels that they are happy and content in life for a period of time. We always want that something more, that we don't have today, to be happy. Once you have that, you want something more. Something that you can't have.

So can we ever be happy this way? We are always in the path to reach happiness and never reach it.

Man behind the mask

Sometimes I feel each one of us have multiple personalities. We put on different masks at different times with different people. Sometimes you are the funny guy, sometimes the thinker and other times a complete introvert.

There would be a bunch of people who can swear that I'm the most carefree person more interested in chilling out than doing something contructive. Others who firmly believe that I hardly have any fun and like to stay by myself.

Why is it that such contradicting opinions of the same person are held by different people??

So then what defines this man. Does he have an identity of his own that he can call his?

Whose life is he living?

It's party time...

Its 5:00 am on a sunday morning and I am sitting in my brightly lit office cubicle sipping on a 500 calorie cup of chocolate milk. If this was a week before, my reaction might've been.....Man like sucks!!

But now life rocks!! I got admitted to Dartmouth Tuck School of Business MBA program. Woooohooooo!!!

After one year of prolonged effort, this feels like it is worth every minute of the effort. I haven't been so excited in a long time. I have this new born freedom in me to enjoy myself. Do things that I haven't done in years. I have this urge to quit my job in the next couple of months and just do all those things that I missed out on.

Just spoke to one of my friends and we are planning on a road trip in North India some time soon. Man that sounds like fun. I'm actually hoping that we can go to some non-touristy places like the Tiger reserves and perhaps also the North East. Well it needs a lot of planning.

For now it's time to party......