How do you relax when you know you have botched up an XL interview ?How does it feel to have been rejected by a premier MBA insti on the grounds that you do not know the exact distance between Mumbai and Aurangabad (now Sambhajinagar ) .You smoke ,you drink ,you mention all sorts of colorful language on a social networking site aginst the profs who interviewd you .Or the best part would be to write a hate mail maybe to one of them and ask them about their failure to make it big in the corporate world ?Or what you can do is you smoke ,get drunk ,watch some porn make a few promises to yourself and all those who love you that you will make it through the next year and get back to business.One of my freinds mused on my failure .He said "Dude ,Lincoln bhi paanch baar election haara tha ".At that very moment it dawns on you that all the airs you had been giving yourself about a hot-shot MBA exec with I-care-a damn-attitude-about-you just gets blown away.Poof !Just like that .Failure also gives you a lot of time to think about yopurself ,to retrospect ,to analyse and to point out your deepest fears and to take them by the scruff of the neck and weed them apart .A ghoulish feeling that you are a God-forsaken nobody suddenly vanishes when you roomie tells you "Dude ,agli baar ho jayega ".maybe this is the very reason that we all are suckers for movies which show a browbeaten hero (the one with a widowed mother and a sister who is being harassed by the neighbourhood goon ) finally tees the villian off at the 17th hole at the golf course.Maybe this is all that is meant to be .Maybe it will turnout into something far better that what i had anticipated earlier . Until then K-Billy Super Sound of the 70s will keep on truckin
"Love grows where my rosemary goes "
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