This term is coming to an end in another week or two with the end of the exams. Looking back i found this to be a really different term from a lot of aspects. First of all I actually feel that i have learnt something in this term. This feeling of having learnt something is actually an alien to me and my body still has to create antibodies for this disease. Till that time i have to suffer. Secondly this was probably the first time in my life that we had less classes during the week and more during the weekend (sometimes even 6-7 classes on a sunday). 15 august was a monday and we were actually regretting getting an extended weekend since that meant more classes.

All said and done this was a better term....not withstanding the constant enmity which exists between me and marks which i am sure is going to continue till death do us apart...

till next time.....ciao

I was going through a website detailing the lives of people living in concentration camps during WW-2. I came across this para from a guy in Auschwitz Concentration Camp which was supposed to be the most notorious camp of the type. The para goes...

"Despite the madness of war, we lived for a world that would be different. For a better world to come when all this is over. And perhaps even our being here is a step towards that world. Do you really think that, without the hope that such a world is possible, that the rights of man will be restored again, we could stand the concentration camp even for one day? It is that very hope that makes people go without a murmur to the gas chambers, keeps them from risking a revolt, paralyses them into numb inactivity. It is hope that breaks down family ties, makes mothers renounce their children, or wives sell their bodies for bread, or husbands kill. It is hope that compels man to hold on to one more day of life, because that day may be the day of liberation. Ah, and not even the hope for a different, better world, but simply for life, a life of peace and rest. Never before in the history of mankind has hope been stronger than man, but never also has it done so much harm as it has in this war, in this concentration camp. We were never taught how to give up hope, and this is why today we perish in gas chambers."

To think about the plight of the people living there is a bloodcurdling experience in itself but to think of the really important ideas that come up from these experiences is another. Dont we all live on that thin string of hope that binds us to what we want to achieve. Had it not been for hope, would I have ever thought of becoming an MBA and spending 2 more years of my life studying? It is just the hope of making it big after doing this course that i am actually doing it. Same can be said for everyone in this world.....cant it?

GOD loves me. I am 100% sure of that. And how I got to know this is because however much i try to reduce my weight, it just does not come down. GOD likes to see me healthy and hence he has put such habits into me. My interest in food and excercises seems to be conversely related to each other. So even when my aim of reduction requires me to concentrate more on the latter, I seem to be more inclined towards the former. Hence while I usually skip excercising almost daily, i prefer to eat enough food to keep a family happy (and such a quantity is possible because of the mess i eat in....had it been anywhere else, my consumption of food will probably rocket to inconcievable proportions)

Please everyone...pray to god to keep loving me as much but do change his perceptions of a healthy person..

Yesterday evening I played football. Not that it is a really great achievement of that I did this for the first time but it was a genuinely new experience. I never thought that football could actually take the role of a cross country and that a ball could decide the direction of your running. We were practically running from forward position to defence position as the other team kicked the ball here and there. The final scoreline of our having lost 0-3 was actually an appreciation of our talents. The way the teams were matched....it should have been at least nothing to a dozen or two. In the end I was basically lying down in the ground with absolutely no energy to move my legs and wondering what kind of godly intervention will make me get up and go up to the second floor (my room is on the second floor). I somehow managed.

After that I had a feeling that I really wanted a 'bhutta' (corn...the way it is made here makes it really tasty.) For that I took my legs which were screeming for some kind of respite all the way to Swosti for buying that.

It is morning now and still my legs are aching for a little bit of rest....well lets see...I thnk i will let them rest in class where i will sleep peacefully.

Life is a torture. Specially when this life takes us to the Business Ethics classes twice a week. I have no clue why we are studying what Aristotle did or could have done or what is the meaning of teleology. Ethics as a concept is known to everyone and I would prefer if it is left to each and everyone to follow his own ethical standards. As it is, I dont see much change in anyone who has gone through this course.

Considering all this, I am the only one in our batch who has to attend two ethics classes continuously. Not considering the fact that these two classes are seperated by a gap of two whole days and also not considering the fact that the reason why these two classes are continuous for me is that I have not attending the 3 classes that lie in these two days, the thought of 2 classes is enought to send shivers down my spine.

Hope I scrape through tomorrows' class....