I never ask "why did i succeed?" but i invariably always ask "why did i fail?". Maybe because failure is a lot more difficult to enjoy than success. The last time i had this feeling was when i had failed academically - for the first time in my life - in computer networks, 7th sem engg. So i guess two failures in 27 years - i dont think i have anything to complaint about, but what the heck.
I was very keen to get into an MBA programme this summer, but then again if only being "keen" got you in there half of the world would have had an MBA degree. Although i was not really serious of other applications I had put all my heart into the NUS app. For some reason I just wanted to study here, maybe because D studies here too. just kidding. So after spending numerous nights working on my essays and the entire application for that matter, reading the "we regret to inform that we would be unable to consider your application for admission this year" lines were not easy to read through.
Tried to beat the blues by riding DugDug all the way to dadar and back with DevD in my ears but didnt work. So now I am trying to ease the weight by blogging it, dont think this is going to help me either.
However, when I look back I have learned a lot from the overall journey that started back in July'08. Although the first book is in its final pages. In case the ending of this print is not a happy one, I will ensure that the sequel ends plesant that any other chapter I have ever penned.
