5th December, 2007

The temperature was approximately 100 degree celcius, the nose leaked like a tap dripping away through the night. Sonorous, amongst others was the words that described it. Aptly. The situation did not change much on getting the good news. Nor did it change much three days later. Cold and me go a long way. That’s for another day.

He asked, “Bad cold, too much partying?”

“No sir. Preparing hard for this one.”

“So, now you can party.”

“Yes.” Could not think of anything more intelligent.

So much for conversations with people who select you in their companies.

Out of the negotiation room, someone hugs me. I don’t think I even knew who the person was. Apparently he knew before I did that I had been selected. The four of us, congratulated each other. Don’t think it even stuck to any that we were done and dusted.

The motivation of getting out of a plush, fat-paying-cheque job, into a B-school, had been fulfilled. End of story. In the chapters of the story of my life, this one would be one strange one, one with many more lessons than the ones preceding it.

The feeling’s sinking in. Just like Tiger Wood’s golf ball in that big, black hole.