Alpha and Omega

Here we are then. Life Anew. My first attempt at blogging reached a sad standstill during my preparation for CAT and whatnot, and a new beginning always makes things seem better. Ask any major philosopher. Or a madman. Anyway, the hiatus obviously paid off - I'm on my way to IIMB. Yippee. Hopefully, this will continue. Okay, so maybe arbit folks getting gmail offers has influenced me a tiny little bit.

Who am I, then? And what is this? The story of an ordinary chap, who has (finally!!!) graduated, but who loves his life. His universe. Everything. From birth to death. Alpha to Omega. Jayanthi to Nirvana. Amen.

But then, this is also a mission. I won't say I'm inspired by AM's musings on his life at IIML - an inspiration is the last thing that comes to mind - and this is certainly meant to be more than a diary of daily events at IIM. However, it may (or more likely may not) provide insightful peeks into my life there (and therefore, to any gossip columnist who may want to start a forest fire)... and dutiful sudents mugging for CAT filled with illusions about India's best B-school may have fun reading this. Ah well, we can only hope.

Back to the beginning then. Omega to Alpha. My universe? Revolves around me. Myself. Ah, the universe of an egoistical guy. Being selfish pays off. Ask Ayn Rand. Or the panelists at my B interview. The universe also revolves around buttered popcorn, Calvin and Hobbes, landscapes (John Constable eh? eh?), books, books, books, Metallica, Elvis, Simon and Garfunkel, you name it. It doesn't include Bollwood films and/or music though. Ugh.

Am i rambling? Who really cares? Isn't this supposed to be an online diary of sorts? And diaries are private. Things that make sense to me and no one else protect my privacy. That's optimism. Guiding principle of my life. And life is good. Back at alpha. I'll quit while I'm ahead.
Bangalore beckons. Ahh.