If I had anything in my stomach today morning, it would have easily buster out. My mouth was continuously secreting lots of saliva and I had the typical vomiting sensation I couldn't bear. I somehow got ready for the college and waited hoping that I would be fine. I was sure that anything put into my stomach would come out so I asked my mother not to keep anything for breakfast on the table. She kept my lunch box ready. I couldn't go to the college either. But as I was expecting, and I knew it would happen, I was fine in some time. Just that the time taken for that "sometime" to come stopped me from going to the college.
I slept a lot the whole day. At one moment I even had prayers going on in my sleep. I was glad things were coming out of my heart and they were not superficial. Like a tear we sometimes try to stop from appearing in our eye, I had to control showing my joy of having my prayers within the idea and principle of integrity. Their acceptance is Allah's will. Allah knows whats on the other side. I don't.
I have been having many things being said to me by my parents. My father probably knows how serious I am. He kept calling me all day to find out how I was doing. In an SMS he sent me today he asked me not to worry. That made me realize that some of my mental state is a reason for the strain in my stomach. Alhamdulillah I am fine now. But I am worried. I am apprehensive but hoping for the best. Maybe by the time I wake up tomorrow morning, things would be already said. Or maybe not. Allah knows if there is more waiting ahead for me.
I don't mean to shock or hurt anybody. I know things will be different once the answer is taken - whatever way the answer goes. I wish I could write all that here. I can see only one way. If that is blocked...
I don't remember when it was the last time I had my dinner before 9:30 pm. I had it so early today. I was feeling hungry. My mother had taken leave from her office and so she kept the food ready early. I ate as much as I could and I will need some good time before I can feel my stomach fine again. Its very heavy right now.
Today my father explained me how bad it can be for me to sleep late in the nights. I know he is right even though I resisted what he was telling. He warned me that this could someday become a reason for bigger illness. I know he is right. I will heed to his words. InshAllah.
I read some blogs today. I have them saved here as bookmarks. I found some very interesting and others very dumb. I was amazed how they could attract so many comments. I wondered if I was lacking something in my blogs. I tried to be unbiased. I couldn't help understanding. There was so much crap written and there were comments telling that it was wonderful, sweet, thought-provoking and what not. But yes, there was definitely something I understood. If I had my blogs being written with a girl's name, I would have had many, many comments on each of my posts! So pathetic. Am I really dumb?
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Please
Yesterday and today I uploaded some pictures taken during my cousin's marriage. I used Picasa and I am listing the links here. I have also put the albums on the family blog.
http://picasaweb.google.com/xubayr.z/ZeeshanBhaiSWedding?authkey=qgzBUuRjHmk
http://picasaweb.google.com/xubayr.z/ZeeshanBhaiSWedding02?authkey=3eApHTZCugE
I continue having problems with the browsers. I will once try the Microsoft System Restore. If that doesn't work, then it would be time to go for a partial system recovery using the HP software on the disk. The last time when I tried for such a thing, I found some problem with a missing fine and I had to do a complete recovery using the recovery disks. It had given me lots of pain in recovering the data lost. InshAllah this time things won't be so bad.
I had my thind mock CAT today. It was fine except for the quant section. I was comfortable and satisfied with english and data interpretation. Somehow I was not at all in a mood to sit there for two and a half hours time and complete paper. But when I got into it, I forgot the time. I was glad finiding the english part so easy.
My aunt and two cousins left for US today. In fact they will be boarding the aricraft at 11 pm. It was nice having them here for a couple of months. I met regularly and had good times we will be cherishing for long. I have no calculations of when we can get along together.
My friend who met with an accident on 17th is fast recovering. His stitces will be removed on 2nd inshAllah. I hope to see him back in action soon. I had a talk with him on phone when I was at my aunt's house. I can summarise our talk in a single word - fun. It had other meanings in it only we understand. I didn't like a few things he said.If I am going to continue not liking what he said today or not will be decided soon. I want to hate what he said. I am waiting. Praying.
http://picasaweb.google.com/xubayr.z/ZeeshanBhaiSWedding?authkey=qgzBUuRjHmk
http://picasaweb.google.com/xubayr.z/ZeeshanBhaiSWedding02?authkey=3eApHTZCugE
I continue having problems with the browsers. I will once try the Microsoft System Restore. If that doesn't work, then it would be time to go for a partial system recovery using the HP software on the disk. The last time when I tried for such a thing, I found some problem with a missing fine and I had to do a complete recovery using the recovery disks. It had given me lots of pain in recovering the data lost. InshAllah this time things won't be so bad.
I had my thind mock CAT today. It was fine except for the quant section. I was comfortable and satisfied with english and data interpretation. Somehow I was not at all in a mood to sit there for two and a half hours time and complete paper. But when I got into it, I forgot the time. I was glad finiding the english part so easy.
My aunt and two cousins left for US today. In fact they will be boarding the aricraft at 11 pm. It was nice having them here for a couple of months. I met regularly and had good times we will be cherishing for long. I have no calculations of when we can get along together.
My friend who met with an accident on 17th is fast recovering. His stitces will be removed on 2nd inshAllah. I hope to see him back in action soon. I had a talk with him on phone when I was at my aunt's house. I can summarise our talk in a single word - fun. It had other meanings in it only we understand. I didn't like a few things he said.If I am going to continue not liking what he said today or not will be decided soon. I want to hate what he said. I am waiting. Praying.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
The luxury of being zubair
I started something a little while ago but found having problem with the browser here. There was some weired spacing happening between the words. I am using Opera for some days now. Mozilla and IE 7 too are there but IE 7 seems to have some problem with Gmail. Mozilla is fine but I liked the interface Opera has. There is some general problem with browsers on my computer. The connection is fine. Something stops me from navigating easily between tabs.
Some weeks back the talk in my house was about my relatives coming to India. Now a days its about their departure. The only times I spent with my aunt who is here from Mecca is when we met at the marriage ceremonies. I feel bad the I couldn't go to receive them. Neither am I able to meet them regularly. Until a few years back they used to stay at my house when in India. Now they live in their new flat. We don't meet unless there is some occasion.
There are hardly any reasonless family gatherings we have now a days. We all are supposedly busy. My parents are busy. The only thing that connects is the phone. Its good enough but doesn't satisfy me. I like meeting people. I like hearing my name being said. I like letting them know that I care for them. That's not happening.
Bigger things are happening. And I pray to Allah that it gives happiness to everybody. I don't want to cause to hurt anybody and at the same time, I want to have happiness in my heart. Even if I sit all my life thanking Allah, I won't be able to satisfy myself. "Thank you" is a too simple phrase. Its too small. some crying does give it substance, but greatness of Allah can't be explained. Those who don't understand this, don't understand what life is.
I don't say I understand life. But I am living it to the best I think I can. Allah has made it all perfect for me. I still can't believe I am living. Tears can't explain my gratitude for Allah. I have learned not to get overwhelmed publicly. I can Alhamdulillah control some emotions. Sometimes its nice not to hold! Allah knows best.
Some weeks back the talk in my house was about my relatives coming to India. Now a days its about their departure. The only times I spent with my aunt who is here from Mecca is when we met at the marriage ceremonies. I feel bad the I couldn't go to receive them. Neither am I able to meet them regularly. Until a few years back they used to stay at my house when in India. Now they live in their new flat. We don't meet unless there is some occasion.
There are hardly any reasonless family gatherings we have now a days. We all are supposedly busy. My parents are busy. The only thing that connects is the phone. Its good enough but doesn't satisfy me. I like meeting people. I like hearing my name being said. I like letting them know that I care for them. That's not happening.
Bigger things are happening. And I pray to Allah that it gives happiness to everybody. I don't want to cause to hurt anybody and at the same time, I want to have happiness in my heart. Even if I sit all my life thanking Allah, I won't be able to satisfy myself. "Thank you" is a too simple phrase. Its too small. some crying does give it substance, but greatness of Allah can't be explained. Those who don't understand this, don't understand what life is.
I don't say I understand life. But I am living it to the best I think I can. Allah has made it all perfect for me. I still can't believe I am living. Tears can't explain my gratitude for Allah. I have learned not to get overwhelmed publicly. I can Alhamdulillah control some emotions. Sometimes its nice not to hold! Allah knows best.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
I won't breath until...
I didn't write anything about my cousin's marriage. My two cousin sisters who got married some months back were written a lot in the blogs - not only this one but also the family blog. Somehow, I still won't be writing anything this time. There is too much to be written and I am sure I will end up being biased. I can't answer the question of how I can be biased. Those who know, know it. I am waiting.
There is some person I badly need to talk to. But I can't. That person won't heed to me and I have also given my word that I won't try to talk as long as we are into our engineering. There are things I have to discuss with my parents. I can do that anytime. But the only thing that troubles me is that I don't want them to come to know so much through others. They have always trusted me and I already told my father once that I am hiding something form him. He has a fair idea of what it is and he has no problem with it. He knows that I will let him know everything when I feel that the time is right.
According to what I had wanted, the time is not right. But time had done different things here. I don't control it. Allah has charge of everything. I find unbelievable things happening with me and around me. I am open now. I don't even know from where it started - who said it first, to whom, who all know it, who thinks what. I am sure nobody knows the right things in the right way. But to my astonishment, they all are positive. They talk about it among themselves but they never tell me whats going on. I wanted to have things said by me. The right things - that it is only me responsible for everything. That I am the one who should be questioned if at all something is found wrong. I don't know what lies inside. I don't know what lies ahead.
I meet my elders. They know about me. They smile at me. I sit with them. They stare at me. They look happy with me. But they never talk about it. I try to behave normal. I try hard. I know it shows. I love them. They are important to me. I never meant to hide things but I found that somethings are to be said only when there is substance in it. How can I share it when I myself don't know what resides on the other side of my story? I can't tell them I have been spending all this time thinking myself as a looser and then suddenly things have become so critical. I had become used to loosing.
Since the time I got selected by Infosys, life has changed. I am looked at as a very good student, as a person who is very confident of his future and who is going to do something big. I have my dreams. I will achieve them no matter what happens. InshAllah of course. I am confident about my future. No doubt. Alhamdulillah. But they don't know that there is something I want and it keeps on hurting me. I will never be able to explain my seriousness to so many people. I do understand that I don't have to explain it. But I am 'me' and I have always been doing it. There are people out there ready to forget some rules just because it is 'me'. It is getting complicated day by day. I am being spoken and I don't know what exactly is being talked.
I took the liberty to write all the above lines. It was necessary. For me. To relieve myself. Some people will read it. Maybe my cousins, some friends. I know I don't have to justify. My cousin brother who got married said the same thing - don't justify. He is sweet. He has always been so. I don't want anything to go wrong. I will take the 'wrong' on me if necessary. I am not fooling around here. Things matter to me. Its so easy to smile.
I respect everybody and I thank them for the positiveness they are showing towards me. But I want them to know that I have no idea what lies on the other side. I don't know if I should explain them what all I did in the last two years and that it was all done only by me. Just me. If somebody is impure, its only me. Nobody else. I don't know if I can explain anybody that there is some person to whom I want to tell a billion sorries but that person won't listen to me. Is that a punishment? I will take it. But please let me know that it is a punishment. Everyday I live, I understand that Allah is greater than what I had thought Him to be the previous day.
There is some person I badly need to talk to. But I can't. That person won't heed to me and I have also given my word that I won't try to talk as long as we are into our engineering. There are things I have to discuss with my parents. I can do that anytime. But the only thing that troubles me is that I don't want them to come to know so much through others. They have always trusted me and I already told my father once that I am hiding something form him. He has a fair idea of what it is and he has no problem with it. He knows that I will let him know everything when I feel that the time is right.
According to what I had wanted, the time is not right. But time had done different things here. I don't control it. Allah has charge of everything. I find unbelievable things happening with me and around me. I am open now. I don't even know from where it started - who said it first, to whom, who all know it, who thinks what. I am sure nobody knows the right things in the right way. But to my astonishment, they all are positive. They talk about it among themselves but they never tell me whats going on. I wanted to have things said by me. The right things - that it is only me responsible for everything. That I am the one who should be questioned if at all something is found wrong. I don't know what lies inside. I don't know what lies ahead.
I meet my elders. They know about me. They smile at me. I sit with them. They stare at me. They look happy with me. But they never talk about it. I try to behave normal. I try hard. I know it shows. I love them. They are important to me. I never meant to hide things but I found that somethings are to be said only when there is substance in it. How can I share it when I myself don't know what resides on the other side of my story? I can't tell them I have been spending all this time thinking myself as a looser and then suddenly things have become so critical. I had become used to loosing.
Since the time I got selected by Infosys, life has changed. I am looked at as a very good student, as a person who is very confident of his future and who is going to do something big. I have my dreams. I will achieve them no matter what happens. InshAllah of course. I am confident about my future. No doubt. Alhamdulillah. But they don't know that there is something I want and it keeps on hurting me. I will never be able to explain my seriousness to so many people. I do understand that I don't have to explain it. But I am 'me' and I have always been doing it. There are people out there ready to forget some rules just because it is 'me'. It is getting complicated day by day. I am being spoken and I don't know what exactly is being talked.
I took the liberty to write all the above lines. It was necessary. For me. To relieve myself. Some people will read it. Maybe my cousins, some friends. I know I don't have to justify. My cousin brother who got married said the same thing - don't justify. He is sweet. He has always been so. I don't want anything to go wrong. I will take the 'wrong' on me if necessary. I am not fooling around here. Things matter to me. Its so easy to smile.
I respect everybody and I thank them for the positiveness they are showing towards me. But I want them to know that I have no idea what lies on the other side. I don't know if I should explain them what all I did in the last two years and that it was all done only by me. Just me. If somebody is impure, its only me. Nobody else. I don't know if I can explain anybody that there is some person to whom I want to tell a billion sorries but that person won't listen to me. Is that a punishment? I will take it. But please let me know that it is a punishment. Everyday I live, I understand that Allah is greater than what I had thought Him to be the previous day.
Friday, July 20, 2007
I don't know your heart
So many things go unsaid and unwritten. I don't know if I am growing but I do know that I am not at a standstill. I am moving ahead - at least in some good and accepted direction. Its totally a diffet think to find out if that is what I want or not. But I am going fine. Alhamdulillah. For the things I missed on the blog in these few days, I wrote post on Flowing Emotions and names it as "Welcome To My Heart". It is a nutshell to several thoughts and gravity. It has vagues reasons in it.
I don;t have much to write. I never had in fact. I used to seek things that could be written. I never forged anything. I just put into words all that I had in my eyes. I tried to do it. Its again a different thing if I did it to reality or not. But itw as good and satisfying. There has never been any deception in it.
I am not happy with the way things have spread. Though nobody complains, though everybody seems to be happy with me, I know things shouldn;t have become so open so early. I wanted to be the word of my own and talk for myself. I don;t understand why the word had to come in the air without my knowledge. It is sad to know what others think now. I don't know if they speculate, but like always, half knowledge is dangerous. Allah knows best. I only seeks His guidance and worship him. Its He who decides. My duty is to accept. I am happy for that.
I don;t have much to write. I never had in fact. I used to seek things that could be written. I never forged anything. I just put into words all that I had in my eyes. I tried to do it. Its again a different thing if I did it to reality or not. But itw as good and satisfying. There has never been any deception in it.
I am not happy with the way things have spread. Though nobody complains, though everybody seems to be happy with me, I know things shouldn;t have become so open so early. I wanted to be the word of my own and talk for myself. I don;t understand why the word had to come in the air without my knowledge. It is sad to know what others think now. I don't know if they speculate, but like always, half knowledge is dangerous. Allah knows best. I only seeks His guidance and worship him. Its He who decides. My duty is to accept. I am happy for that.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
You don't have to remember anything when you say the truth
There are many truths I can derive from the facts today. My purpose of writing for today is to thank Allah for not just letting me get selected by Infosys, but also for letting me have the right people and energies around me. It was way back in 1999 when I attended a workshop on personality development that I was exposed to many ideas I could hardly understand. Perhaps I did understand them then, but I didn't get why they were necessary and why I should be happy if people laugh at my words coming from my heart.
Today on my way back to home from the college I realized the difference that workshop and the subsequent books I have read all these years. I also understood that it was so important that I could talk to my father on anything and anytime and also have some very good cousins, uncles and aunts. All these years of my life has kept effecting me continuously. Only that I realized some fine points today.
The aptitude tests today Alhamdulillah weren't of much difficulty to me. I could finish both of them even before the stipulated time ended. I stood outside the room for the interviewer to call me in. When I was asked to get in, I stood at the door and asked "may I come in sir". The reply was "please wait".
The moment I saw his face, asked him if I could come in, he replied, I absorbed his tone of voice, I was into a relaxation mode. Those 2 seconds explained to me that I can listen and talk to this person and communicate with him on a level I can appreciate. I couldn't believe that twenty minutes at the HR interview could go so fast. I will putting down some conversation I had with him. I don;t remember the exact words, but this is roughly how we interacted.
He: Can you please switch on the fan. Please don't mind.
I: Sure sir.
I got up, went to the switchboard, and the moment I started checking for the right switch, I turned towards him and said "a little while ago there was no power sir".
The one of the fans started spinning. I tried almost all the switches before I turned on the right appliance. I realized that the switch was already and I had not seen it. I hoped he didn't get that.
He asked me if he could call me as Hasan or Zubair. I clicked on Zubair.
He asked me to talk about my family. I told him about my father and brother before he stopped me and asked me other things. I am mentioning a few interesting ones.
He: what is your ultimate goal in your life.
I: To be happy.
He: What do you call being happy.
I: Being productive. Keep learning always ...
He: Productive in the sense having many children?
I laughed and started telling him a few things which he interrupted. Then I asked him if I could tell him about the biggest thing I want to achieve in my life. He allowed.
I: I want to buy an Island in the north Atlantic.
He: Do you know what will be required to buy that?
Here he was possibly checking if I really meant that.
I: It would take $ 5 million to $ 35 million. I have checked it on the Internet and I know that details.
He: How many efforts are you putting in the achieve your dream.
I: I don't believe in putting efforts or in doing hard work.
He: How do you think you can achieve your goal or dream?
I: I strongly believe that as long as I have fire in my belly, the determination to succeed and the longing for it, I don't I will have to think of things like efforts and hard work. If I work for my dreams and if I call it as hard work, then I am possibly on the wrong path. No matter what I do I won't call it as hard work. It will come from my heart and I will enjoy it. It won't be hard work. It won't be effort. It will be my happiness.
He: Hmmm ...
He asked me a question on elevators which I had already thought about once. I had the solution ready with me. But I preferred telling something new. He instead told me his solution which was same as that I had already thought of long back. But I had to fight him and so I showed him that even his solution can't be ideal. Here, I also conflicted with the existing solution I had thought previously. I stood by the side of my answer even when I had not spent any time on it - I had developed it just then. We discussed on the possibilities. We debated a little. It was good.
He asked me another making me imagine myself as a trainee manager. I enjoyed answering that.
Once the interview was over I tried to imagine myself in his place and see if I must be selected. My thoughts worried me. Then I told myself that I did not know what the person was looking was. If it was general communication skills and positivity with good confidence, then I thought I must be selected. Alhamdulillah I am.
I now that all the books I read till now, all that talks I had with my father and my uncle, was the only preparation I had made for the interview. Alhamdulillah I had the right training. Right things came at the right times. Allah has blessed me with probably more that what I actually deserve. How much do I thank him? Even my tears can't say enough.
I informed my parents the moment I was informed about my selection. My mother told to few more people. Even my father did the same. Many relatives have congratulated me since then. I miss my grandfather and my eldest aunt again now. This thing would have made them so happy. I can imagine what their exact words and tones of their voices. I can draw their smiles in my eyes. I can still hear their voice. If only they were here and I could tell them how much they matter. Allah is great.
I want to do MBA. No doubt Infosys is a very good company and I can make a lot of progress if I join them. But it won't get to me my island. After I told the interviewer about my dream, for a second I thought I had made a mistake. He knows that Infosys won't me my island. And if he knows that, then I am not suited for Infosys. In front of truth, he couldn't read between the lines.
I didn't say even a singe lie to him as far as I remember now. Some hours back I had some thing in my mind I had lied. I forgot that. But I had integrity on my side. I strongly believe in the fact that I don't have to remember anything when I have to say the truth. My reply that efforts and hard work are not right would be called as foolish. But I had the truth in my heart and I said it. I was clear. Words were coming from my heart. It was my subconscious mind speaking. I have been training it for years now. I didn't think before speaking because everything was inside me and I was clear with everything. I was myself in the interview.
I have read some chapters from the book "How To Get Your Point Across In 30 Seconds Or Less". While I was reading them, I was imagining myself in several instances and explaining myself how I must deliver. Things got into my subconsciousness then itself. I realize now that all my answers were to the point and were said in 30 seconds or less. Alhamdulillah I could have my subconsciousness speak today.
I have CAT on November 18th. I have to get into any of the top MBA colleges in India. I find it the easier way to get to the island. InshAllah I will be there. I am happy I could make my parents happy.
Today on my way back to home from the college I realized the difference that workshop and the subsequent books I have read all these years. I also understood that it was so important that I could talk to my father on anything and anytime and also have some very good cousins, uncles and aunts. All these years of my life has kept effecting me continuously. Only that I realized some fine points today.
The aptitude tests today Alhamdulillah weren't of much difficulty to me. I could finish both of them even before the stipulated time ended. I stood outside the room for the interviewer to call me in. When I was asked to get in, I stood at the door and asked "may I come in sir". The reply was "please wait".
The moment I saw his face, asked him if I could come in, he replied, I absorbed his tone of voice, I was into a relaxation mode. Those 2 seconds explained to me that I can listen and talk to this person and communicate with him on a level I can appreciate. I couldn't believe that twenty minutes at the HR interview could go so fast. I will putting down some conversation I had with him. I don;t remember the exact words, but this is roughly how we interacted.
He: Can you please switch on the fan. Please don't mind.
I: Sure sir.
I got up, went to the switchboard, and the moment I started checking for the right switch, I turned towards him and said "a little while ago there was no power sir".
The one of the fans started spinning. I tried almost all the switches before I turned on the right appliance. I realized that the switch was already and I had not seen it. I hoped he didn't get that.
He asked me if he could call me as Hasan or Zubair. I clicked on Zubair.
He asked me to talk about my family. I told him about my father and brother before he stopped me and asked me other things. I am mentioning a few interesting ones.
He: what is your ultimate goal in your life.
I: To be happy.
He: What do you call being happy.
I: Being productive. Keep learning always ...
He: Productive in the sense having many children?
I laughed and started telling him a few things which he interrupted. Then I asked him if I could tell him about the biggest thing I want to achieve in my life. He allowed.
I: I want to buy an Island in the north Atlantic.
He: Do you know what will be required to buy that?
Here he was possibly checking if I really meant that.
I: It would take $ 5 million to $ 35 million. I have checked it on the Internet and I know that details.
He: How many efforts are you putting in the achieve your dream.
I: I don't believe in putting efforts or in doing hard work.
He: How do you think you can achieve your goal or dream?
I: I strongly believe that as long as I have fire in my belly, the determination to succeed and the longing for it, I don't I will have to think of things like efforts and hard work. If I work for my dreams and if I call it as hard work, then I am possibly on the wrong path. No matter what I do I won't call it as hard work. It will come from my heart and I will enjoy it. It won't be hard work. It won't be effort. It will be my happiness.
He: Hmmm ...
He asked me a question on elevators which I had already thought about once. I had the solution ready with me. But I preferred telling something new. He instead told me his solution which was same as that I had already thought of long back. But I had to fight him and so I showed him that even his solution can't be ideal. Here, I also conflicted with the existing solution I had thought previously. I stood by the side of my answer even when I had not spent any time on it - I had developed it just then. We discussed on the possibilities. We debated a little. It was good.
He asked me another making me imagine myself as a trainee manager. I enjoyed answering that.
Once the interview was over I tried to imagine myself in his place and see if I must be selected. My thoughts worried me. Then I told myself that I did not know what the person was looking was. If it was general communication skills and positivity with good confidence, then I thought I must be selected. Alhamdulillah I am.
I now that all the books I read till now, all that talks I had with my father and my uncle, was the only preparation I had made for the interview. Alhamdulillah I had the right training. Right things came at the right times. Allah has blessed me with probably more that what I actually deserve. How much do I thank him? Even my tears can't say enough.
I informed my parents the moment I was informed about my selection. My mother told to few more people. Even my father did the same. Many relatives have congratulated me since then. I miss my grandfather and my eldest aunt again now. This thing would have made them so happy. I can imagine what their exact words and tones of their voices. I can draw their smiles in my eyes. I can still hear their voice. If only they were here and I could tell them how much they matter. Allah is great.
I want to do MBA. No doubt Infosys is a very good company and I can make a lot of progress if I join them. But it won't get to me my island. After I told the interviewer about my dream, for a second I thought I had made a mistake. He knows that Infosys won't me my island. And if he knows that, then I am not suited for Infosys. In front of truth, he couldn't read between the lines.
I didn't say even a singe lie to him as far as I remember now. Some hours back I had some thing in my mind I had lied. I forgot that. But I had integrity on my side. I strongly believe in the fact that I don't have to remember anything when I have to say the truth. My reply that efforts and hard work are not right would be called as foolish. But I had the truth in my heart and I said it. I was clear. Words were coming from my heart. It was my subconscious mind speaking. I have been training it for years now. I didn't think before speaking because everything was inside me and I was clear with everything. I was myself in the interview.
I have read some chapters from the book "How To Get Your Point Across In 30 Seconds Or Less". While I was reading them, I was imagining myself in several instances and explaining myself how I must deliver. Things got into my subconsciousness then itself. I realize now that all my answers were to the point and were said in 30 seconds or less. Alhamdulillah I could have my subconsciousness speak today.
I have CAT on November 18th. I have to get into any of the top MBA colleges in India. I find it the easier way to get to the island. InshAllah I will be there. I am happy I could make my parents happy.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The unwritten poem
What if I say I feel like writing a poem? Its been long since I have updated Gridlocked. What if I say I don't understand to whom I can tell what I have in my mind? Neither do I understand if I can actually tell that to anybody. The bigger question is: it must be said or not? I can't cause myself become an insult and embarrassment. I can't reveal how badly I have lost the battle to my ego. But I do realize that I need to give up a few battles. Its the war that must be won. That's the objective. I won't write any poem.
Its not maturity to know how to keep things to myself. Not at least according to what all I have in my mind. There is nothing that is attempting to hold me. I may let my words free even if some person could make some sympathy apparent in his eyes. It won't be a battle to be won or lose. Selection of that person could amount to maturity.
I wish I could have all the maturity required to beat my ego and emotions. I will some day have all that wisdom. But that will be too late. There would be, according to the present heat I have in my mind, nothing left to gain or lose. I don't know if I can wait for some person to realize the words given to me. I wonder if the person was aware of what was coming out of his mouth. 'His' can be non-trivial. I know why I wrote for today. And I understand it is foolishness. I wish I could prove myself a fool. It could be of so much help. I could have taken others as wise and heeded to all they said. A fool is always happy.
Its not maturity to know how to keep things to myself. Not at least according to what all I have in my mind. There is nothing that is attempting to hold me. I may let my words free even if some person could make some sympathy apparent in his eyes. It won't be a battle to be won or lose. Selection of that person could amount to maturity.
I wish I could have all the maturity required to beat my ego and emotions. I will some day have all that wisdom. But that will be too late. There would be, according to the present heat I have in my mind, nothing left to gain or lose. I don't know if I can wait for some person to realize the words given to me. I wonder if the person was aware of what was coming out of his mouth. 'His' can be non-trivial. I know why I wrote for today. And I understand it is foolishness. I wish I could prove myself a fool. It could be of so much help. I could have taken others as wise and heeded to all they said. A fool is always happy.
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