Every time Mumu updates her blog, I make a silent note to myself to update mine too. It has been one and a half months now of making silent notes.
A few days back, I could never imagine what my life would be like without CAT. H would begin every conversation with "Did you clear the Quant cut off this time?" and Mu would begin with "Meow".
It feels like yesterday that I called H after the exam and told her that I had done well but I was so scared it wasn't good enough. Both she and I were surprised at the lack of tears at my end especially after the buckets of tears I cried last time.
2 months passed in a blur with dull hope and XAT thrown in between. Then came the day of the results. Amma was in a train, restless and annoyed that she was missing the results.
I woke up at 4 45 in the morning with Appa walking around restlessly. I told him to lie down and let me sleep for atleast half an hour. He asked me to atleast tell him to how to check it. I mumbled "Its there in the Bookmarks. Go click on that link"
Few seconds later "What are Bookmarks ma?"
I woke up and shuffled irritatedly to the computer and showed it to him with a smug look on my face, so sure that the page wouldn't load. And then in two minutes, both of us were yelling the place down! I had got the much coveted IIM call finally. He started messaging and calling the whole world while I gently reminded him that it was 5 in the morning and that most sane people would be in bed. Amma continued to cry on the phone all the while. "Happiness" she said. "Relief" I said.
Then began the next leg of preparation, for group discussion and personal interviews. I always presumed before that this would be the easy step. Once I got rid of maths, I would live happily ever after. Proven wrong completely.
Suddenly I was in a class filled with people amongst whom a 97 percentiler was treated with sympathy for his marks. They knew about fiscal deficit and the issues in Syria. They did not hesitate to cut you off in the middle of a discussion or to speak loudly till they were heard.
I hated it intensely the first few weeks. Everything from the "I agree with my friend" to "Adding on to his point..." irritated me. I was sure that I wasn't going to make it. Then, CL happened. 13 group discussions back to back with no time to think would make anybody come out of their shell. It wasn't so difficult after that.
The D-day came and went. Before I even digested what happened it was over.
Nail biting phase now.
A few days back, I could never imagine what my life would be like without CAT. H would begin every conversation with "Did you clear the Quant cut off this time?" and Mu would begin with "Meow".
It feels like yesterday that I called H after the exam and told her that I had done well but I was so scared it wasn't good enough. Both she and I were surprised at the lack of tears at my end especially after the buckets of tears I cried last time.
2 months passed in a blur with dull hope and XAT thrown in between. Then came the day of the results. Amma was in a train, restless and annoyed that she was missing the results.
I woke up at 4 45 in the morning with Appa walking around restlessly. I told him to lie down and let me sleep for atleast half an hour. He asked me to atleast tell him to how to check it. I mumbled "Its there in the Bookmarks. Go click on that link"
Few seconds later "What are Bookmarks ma?"
I woke up and shuffled irritatedly to the computer and showed it to him with a smug look on my face, so sure that the page wouldn't load. And then in two minutes, both of us were yelling the place down! I had got the much coveted IIM call finally. He started messaging and calling the whole world while I gently reminded him that it was 5 in the morning and that most sane people would be in bed. Amma continued to cry on the phone all the while. "Happiness" she said. "Relief" I said.
Then began the next leg of preparation, for group discussion and personal interviews. I always presumed before that this would be the easy step. Once I got rid of maths, I would live happily ever after. Proven wrong completely.
Suddenly I was in a class filled with people amongst whom a 97 percentiler was treated with sympathy for his marks. They knew about fiscal deficit and the issues in Syria. They did not hesitate to cut you off in the middle of a discussion or to speak loudly till they were heard.
I hated it intensely the first few weeks. Everything from the "I agree with my friend" to "Adding on to his point..." irritated me. I was sure that I wasn't going to make it. Then, CL happened. 13 group discussions back to back with no time to think would make anybody come out of their shell. It wasn't so difficult after that.
The D-day came and went. Before I even digested what happened it was over.
Nail biting phase now.
