Never has this statement sounded so sweet to me. In fact, these days, I am looking forward to this journey. Must be a really cool place, hell - sans assignments, deadlines, home work problems, CPs, conjoints, optimizations, processes. Wow man! I wouldn't mind even if I have to reach hell in an Indian-Railways unreserved coach which has never been cleaned since independence.
Who gives a damn about a little bit of warm oil dip or some benign accupuncture? Or for that matter, the cute little cerebrus? I can open the adamantine doors and walk right into the Tartarus, join the Titans, party the hell out (literally) and even devise a conspiracy with my new allies to tackle the olympians.
Note:
The above two paragraphs provide a snapshot of the mental state of a b-school grad neck-deep in course-work. The time of publishing shall corroborate any traces of (in)sanity you may have found in the post.
1 comment:
Hehehehe :))
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