C-A-T CAT ,CAT mane bili, R-A-T RAT, rat mane chuha

After scanning a million scraps of paper in my purse-thrice, my pant pockets-zillion times, secret hiding places at home in Chennai, old newspapers in Bangalore, outlook magazines on my shelf in my room, my underwear, my room mate's underwear, novels, under my mattress, my drag-o-bag and after enquiring a billion people like my mother, my friends girls/guys, it finally dawned upon me that I have lost the third copy of bank pay-in slip that was to be sent with the CAT application and without which I cant become a Manager type ka person. I dint leave a stone unturned my desperation knew no bounds and I even enquired my PM and my landlord if they had taken it out of jealousy but I guess they are innocent and cant be blamed but so is me .I never knew that it was imperative to send the bank challan with the form, first time hai na!! Isliye... No, I am not careless I just kept it to carefully and now I am unable find it. I think that its just destiny which does not want me to do my MBA. Waise Mass Comm. seems like a more viable option now. What say?

However that is over and I have sent my CAT form to the IIM people with an apology letter written in true innocent, school student style. I hope they are merciful people and let me write CAT 2007 else its just a good news for all the CAT aspirants. One extra seat for you people so thank your stars that I ain’t writing CAT and for all those zealous, enthusiastic and boring IIM aspirants pull up your socks and start working hard because there is not much time left now. And before I can end this post I want to thank everybody who stood by me, away from me , jacked me , screwed me, loved me, hated me in my short spanned endeavor of writing CAT 2007

-- Priyanka/Ramprakash- Thank you very much for the books. When the world had turned itself away from me and I was shown a big NO (Eiffel tower size) you people helped me by lending me books and therefore I love you people for that.

-- Elivia- Thanks girl for teaching me how to find a square root by the long division method, too bad that your effort might go in waste if I fail to write CAT but still I love you for that.

-- Bank Manager- I love this man for very politely showing me off to another employee of the bank who in turn made me wait for an hour while he visited rest room for his private chores and phone calls. If all this was fruitful his name would have been added with the others but he requires a special mention when he said he can’t do anything about it.

-- My sister who did not care for me being left uneducated nor does she care about herself that if her brother becomes a manager at least she can show off to her friends.

-- My mother who made a few meaningless visits to the bank in the hot, July sun of Chennai.

-- I thank every body who ever thought I wasn't good at math. To live up to your expectations I have stopped studying but then don't be complacent because I might be back next year provided I am alive and kicking around.


-- My moped which took me places in Chennai when I roamed unknowingly As I had lost a very important piece of paper.

-- My 1108 phone that was used to make a million phone calls to my friends on whom I depended to go the bank in Chennai an enquire which way had to be the best way to murder a careless person like me but I guess they are just too nice to me because they cared more about their GF's and wanted to spend more time with them, sounds strange, is it a duty or what??- Anyways the point is my cries and pleas fell on deaf ears.

-- I have a very sarcastic "I love u " and the let the "devil's wife do u " kind of feeling towards a few people who promised to help me but made me run about for books for months. I am very polished person and would refrain from using any foul language here. :)

-- And in the end thanks for the peace of mind provided by all those inquisitive, brain washing kind of visitors in my life . Who tried their level best to confuse but now the situation is like. Na rahega sanp na bajegi basuri .. !!!

Meri Kahaani mere bag ki zubaani .. !!

What do u do to a person who makes you suffer so much that at times that you feel like running of from him but what if he had bought you with a lot of love and care and to add to that with a lot of money, for his standard and if you were special to him because you were his first purchase in the beautiful city of gardens, Bangalore with his first hard earned salary. You are left with no other option but stop ranting and stick to him. I got to stay beside him as he sleeps lazily on this Sunday morning on a bed so filthy that even a beggar won’t approve off it. With old editions of newspapers strewn all over his bed and he sleeps and he cuddles on top of them and I lay as black as ever in one corner, staring at him, wondering as to when this lazy Kumabakarnan will get up. He never sleeps this way, this long in presence of his mom but now, today he is a bachelor staying away from home in a remote area of Bangalore where there are more dogs than humans and only if these dogs were more mannered, they wouldn’t mate in public under the autumn sun of Bangalore. By the way, have you ever noticed, street dogs give birth to the cutest puppies. However they become insane and cheap when they grow and try to eat little kids.

Oops!!! I forgot to introduce myself. Hello, my name is drag-o-bag, weird name isn't it? But Mohit could not think of anything else. I am a back pack (black in color) and though I have a weird picture on me which does not resemble a dragon(see pic) yet Mohit has named me so. If only I was his Parker pen which he has been using right from the time he became young and handsome, he would have named me better. However for now I am just a mere bag, a back pack that is only used to hold old newspapers and notepads. I hate this habit of Mohit, I mean old newspapers carrying stale news is as useless as posting a CAT application without the third copy of bank pay-in slip (I did this mistake recently and blew my chance of writing CAT). Justine Henin Hardenne, his new obsession still resides in me and so does a mock collage of the financial budget 2007.There have been so many instances where this guy had been scrutinized along with me by the Infosys security guard ridiculed upon for carrying so much garbage but I guess he is just too shameless to take all these embarrassing moments to heart. This fella has a memory of a paralyzed rat and thinks he would remember all those stock rates and the articles that he reads in newspaper. Ask him the difference between a MP and MLA and I bet he wouldn't answer.

I am a sad picture of anguish, pain and sorrow. Yea, you got it right all the words used in the preceding line almost mean the same. The front pocket of mine is not used to hold Parker pens or currency notes. My owner has stuffed my mouth with things that I am sure museum fellas would be interested in. A Sony Ericsson WTA open ticket which dates 9 months back and a rock concert ticket which is even older. As far as I know Mohit, he is not one of those show off kind of fellas but I guess he still keeps these things because he wants to remind himself of the days that he spent in Bangalore. A few newspaper articles that are close to his heart literally flicked from the newspaper kept in the lobby of Infosys in true con artist style. I have seen the horrifying spectacle a number of times now and my heart starts to pound whenever he draws a ball point pen from the front pocket of mine and draws a thick line bordering the article in the newspaper late at night when there is no one left in the lobby except the security guard who himself is busy talking on the phone. He then tears the article along the border and Voila!!! It’s easy as the pen has already made an impression on the border. No wonder he keeps stuffing me with pens of sharpest nibs.

The only thing that I have been proud of holding till date is his rattling radio Which he loves a lot .Apart from this I hold a few ATM slips , bank statements which answers a lot of queries of mine when I was anew and wondering as to why this fella roams alone and not a girl around. I mean I have seen him a lot of times admiring a lot of cute ladies and knowing the fact that he is young and talks decent English that might impress Mayawathi, can do a lot more to his bachelor life than just staying single. He holds a bank balance so enviable of which even his pet dog would feel insecure off.

I have been through rough and tough times, nothing can be as dirty as his sweaty clothes and dirt ridden shoes which he stuffs into me for a certain active, pumped up morning in the gym. I should say that these morning are nightmares to me and I wish all the laziness in this world to creep into him but I guess this is what life is going to be like for me and what is more important is that we both going to stick around each other for long with me perched on his back I am always happy to see the world around instead of sitting in the dreaded Big Bazaar where comes huge crowd every weekend and scrutinize every body part of mine only to leave back in the store. So here I go wishing him luck and a long consortium with me so that I can serve him till the end of my life.