Phoenix in the Being!!!!

"And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke"

2009-10-19T18:15:00.006+06:00

Today on Bing, there was something about Havana, which led me to Cuba, Fidel Castro, Che Guevara, the Cuban Cigars and they held me there for sometime, but what I would like to share is the poem I came across by Rudyard Kipling called "The Betrothed" which goes like:

"You must choose between me and your cigar." — BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885.

Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,

For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.

We quarrelled about Havanas — we fought o'er a good cheroot,

And I know she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.

Open the old cigar-box — let me consider a space;

In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's face.

Maggie is pretty to look at — Maggie's a loving lass,

But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.

There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay;

But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away —

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown —

But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town!

Maggie, my wife at fifty — grey and dour and old —

With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!

And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,

And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar —

The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket —

With never a new one to light tho' it's charred and black to the socket!

Open the old cigar-box — let me consider a while.

Here is a mild Manila — there is a wifely smile.

Which is the better portion — bondage bought with a ring,

Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?

Counsellors cunning and silent — comforters true and tried,

And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?

Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,

Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,

This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,

With only a Suttee's passion — to do their duty and burn.

This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,

Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.

The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,

When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.

I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,

So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.

I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,

And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between

The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o' Teen.

And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,

But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;

And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light

Of stums that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.

And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,

But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love.

Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?

Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?

Open the old cigar-box — let me consider anew —

Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?

A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;

And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.

Light me another Cuba — I hold to my first-sworn vows.

If Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for Spouse!

By my sweetheart for me.......................

2008-09-01T17:16:00.002+06:00

Tip tap tip rain drops falling in my balcony
Leaving my burning heart in agony
Wish I could be with you
Right here,right now standing next to you
No matter what,no matter who
I dont care this world when it comes to you
Your eyes speak our history
Which has always been a mystery
Your voice..your touch
Oh God,isnt my self preservation going a bit too much??
Oh man, take me as ur lady and I promise to be with you
Oh boy, make me your huney and I wud give my life to you
Hold my hand and give me back my strength
Take me into your arms and lets be coherent
If ever the Lord grants me one wish
I know all it could be just you that I wish
All I love about this life is this chapter named "US"
It shud be written again n again by both of us.

Please Don't Read !!!!!.............. arey what did I say and what are u Doin??PLEASE DON'T READ THIS

2007-04-02T16:06:00.000+06:00

You are amazing. I titled it "Please don't read this", and you are reading it.

Now please stop its enough. Arre stop it yaar. You think I am a fool, heed my advice, I am saying this for your sake, stop now and move on to the next page, you are wasting your time here. Arre padhe ja rahe ho, samajh nahin aa raha kya????Now u have started smiling. Arre maan liya ki tum ziddi ho , jo man me aaye vo toh karna hi hai!Now please give up. Now this is enough, Already you are here, and now despite my saying no again and again, you are reading it. Please leave, Bade besharam ho, padhna band kyon nahin karte and don't smile, your yellow and black teeth are exposed and the bad breath coming out of your mouth is making the person sitting next to you, unconscious, Now you are laughing, common yaar, I am a well-wisher of yours, that's why I am telling u not to waste your time. See you have many other things to do like that of going to others pages, signing their guest book, wishing them for their exams, interviews etc. So just do your work and leave this page. It seems you are not going to give up, but I am your true friend and I won't let you waste your time.So, I think that I should stop writing further. Khamkha apna bhi time waste kiya or mera bhi. Anyways bye bye, I hope that you don't read it next time.

luv u all

Perils of Passion and Lameness of Love

2007-03-16T15:41:00.000+06:00

In a nostalgic passion
Remembrance recalls the antique emotion,
Emotion though inexpressible;
Magnified it has my heart beats,
Giving a voice to my speechless soul.

Recalling my love from the abyss of emotion
My memory recurs with the sweetness in her,
For the cascade of our life’s events.
Abandoned they are in the present,
Though prevailing in the past.

Crystal eyes, golden hands,
Wondered where they gleamed?
On the earth or in the skies.
For, my green earth and bright skies
Captive they were in her noble hands.

In the glad moments of the busy world,
Enchanted I was,
For, a beauty caroled in a perilous life
And the flowers for my love’s beauty
Blossomed in the mystic past.

Swift days, rapid nights
Wonder why; no happy change?
Opened they have not brighter skies,
For my love spoke in the mystic dark,
And the nights still prevail in the past.

When her sweetness prevails in the past,
When her nobleness recurs in the past,
When flowers still blossom in the mystic past,
And the nights still dream dark past,
What more in the present?

Lay all on he, she’s the cause,
Now halfway through in my worldly life
Calmed I have my sound love on her,
With my heart still to love and soul to live,
I live content that I shall find love.

Pilot..

P.S: This is dedicated to Fin Sys.... only people from Fin Sys can get that.... i am sorry other folks let it remain a mystery to u..... Good Luck Fin Sys. luv u all

A Belated Welcome to 2007....

2007-01-30T01:48:00.000+06:00

Hey guys (if someone is reading this...)

At the end of the last year...at last some good happened.. I got placed with HCL Technologies as a Business Analyst in the Financial Services arm. Thats cool ain't it.. at last the profile i wanted.. anyways that was the good part. and the other part if u had read my blog around 3 months back I said i had to do a chat session with my Pop and BINGO.... you guessed it right it never happened... Probability is so god damn right, the only thing with it is it is so unpredictable. So whats happening in your lives.. I would love to know. hey by the way the following was what i thought on the new year..... Oh yeah.. I forgot to tell my new year eve was a disaster... rather turned out to be one... chuck it check out this one....

Ideal Life

If my life had a second edition

I would make many corrections

I would start a new life

Making my wits as sharp as a knife

I would stop all the dreadful lies

Which a man tells till he dies

I would prefer an example to percept

Truth however bitter i would accept

I would resist evil without fear

Even if it meant death crystal clear

I would choose friends not in heaps

As a man is known by the company he keeps

I would try to do all good now itself

As this can be done in this edition itself....

Pilot..

Any ways a Belated but joyous and a happy new year to all... Have a great year ahead.

Luv u all

Ok ppl.. lemme blog...

2006-10-03T02:38:00.000+06:00

Its been a real long time since I blogged... this week was really fantastic..
never knew how it flew past especially the extended weekend.. it was a good week and today ( I mean 2nd Oct) was specially awesome. Today I was wondering about why I do not talk to my Dad much. Its neither that I am afraid of him nor that he ignores me or such.. Infect I feel I am overwhelmed with his love and I feel I am not worthy of it and that's the reason that I am not that comfortable when ever I need to rather I wan talk to him.. why is that so.. all my friends say how cool their dads are and I am amazed at the way they speak to their dads.. They are more like u know they are talking to their friends and not their dads.. which I too would love to do but am so not able to..WHY the **** am I not able to.... Ok I decided something but "where", is more important... I spent the whole of my day lazing around at my friends place and then went out to Pashan (quite a place to go when you so wan to go out & do not know where.. Its a hillock and so u get a good view of the city lights at night)there I was talking to my buddy and came up with the same topic.. and we were generally talking... and there I decide upon what I have to do.. I believe this time when I go home (that's for diwali), i will go on a long walk with him and tell him or putting in the right way ask him.. " Why don't i speak to you like my friends speak to their Pop's or even for that matter the way annaya and akka speak to you" (annaya and akka stand for my brother and sister) so that's what i am gonna do i decided at pashan.. the cool breeze there and the view of the city lights, maybe the talk with my buddy all these together made me decide onto something... but now sitting here blogging my thoughts when i actually think about its feasibility.. i see a probability of 0.000001... seriously, when i now think of it i again feel how would my dad take it.. or would he be hurt if i say something like that to him or ask him such a question which i had in mind for say the last 8 years.. i don't know what the hell am i gonna do.. but seriously i feel i shd do it... how long can i be with that.. i just hope my Pop becomes the one with whom i can share everything under the sun.....God Bless Me!!!!!

Words Dissemble.. Words Be Quick...

2006-09-23T18:17:00.000+06:00

Words Dissemble.. Words Be Quick...

Inamorata

2006-09-22T03:17:00.000+06:00

An Omniously dark avenue,
Stark trees casting contorted shadows,
As I amble about difficultly,
Amidst an eeriee silence......
Every heavenly creation,
Seems so bleak, so anachronous,
From that memorable evening,
when blissful togetherness inundated us.

As we dreamly trod this redolent earth,
Hand in Hand,
Heads leaning against each other,
Loving, hiding ourselves within ourselves,
In an eternal tryst of souls.
Fighting the ravages of time,
My poigant heart survives,
Suttered by the priceless moments shared,
Which I recall timelessly and count,
Like a fragile necklace of pearls.

The ancient moon coyly hides
Behind gently swaying branches.
As I lean against the same tree,
And vicariously try to bathe in
The pristine light of your smile.
Oh the lovely fleting clouds,
The soft caressing breeze,
Nature's soothing music,
Cannot enliven this darkness.
For, every silhoultte around me,
Seems to epitomize your celestial form.

The rustle of the leaves
Feels like ypur breath against me
My heart keeps on meandring unmoored,
defying under confine
My senses, a desolate blade of grass.
Braving the brazen harsh winds of seperation
I continue to exist, Oh Inamorata!!
Yet cease to live .... Till your resplendent presence
Pours the nectar of love into my soul.....

Pilot..

Come Back to Me My Angela.......

2006-09-21T03:31:00.000+06:00

I still Remember

Those lustrous eyes with dreams within

That blissful face & cherry lips

Smiling as those of a blushing bride

Twitch of cheeks

And frightening shrieks

As some four-legged grazed by

Stamping of feet

And a complaining cry

Naughty Nudge

And a nursing grudge with wave of arm

which would not harm but only pass with a touch

Those raven trees which no press

against my shoulders

Unique the cast that did mould her

Such was she

Behold her..... Behold her.......

Yes I still remember how our love grew

Missing everything you used to do

More so, while missing you.

True love it was, no way lust

That made you batter with such fuss

Things could never more be the same

Gone were the days of Prince and Dame

My love was now called all rust

Gone were you, sure you must

Myself has truly weathered

Since let more storms

& my body is tired of all norms

Sight now weak, still does seek

Your dreary form in my flooded eyes

In the mist soon will sink.

But before that i only wish................

Come back to me, with all your ways

Come back to me, bringing back those days

Come back to me, with all your charms

Come back to me, with wide open arms

Come back to me, be it with all vendetta

Still Come back to me, my Angela

Come back to me, my Angela

Pilot..

[P.S: this poem is ... sorry do not like to share....]

The Tear Drop

2006-09-20T02:35:00.000+06:00

My Beautiful loving heart felt
Yes, after all my own heart,
A great melancholy
A great rejoice

Between the depression and
the gratification,

"Off ............. there is a terrible difference
Which I can't bear"
said my heart

"For me that's nothing yaar"
said the naughty tear drop
jumping on to my cheek....

Pilot..

(P.S: This is one of my earliest poems.... i believe it was like around 8 years back but i just luv it even now....)

Kissing in the Rain

2006-05-25T11:34:00.000+06:00

Never have I experienced a more perfect moment

Than the one you and I did share

Beneath the blackened sky, people here and there

You kissed me while the rain poured through my hair

You held me closer than ever

I didn’t want to let you go

It was the first time in a long time

You let your feelings for me show

We kissed passionately and deeply

While the rain poured down our face

My head felt light

My heart was at a full blown race

My finger slid through your soaking hair

My tears mixed well with the rain

For the first time in weeks

Being with you, I felt no pain

Your fingers traced my back

Up and down they did crawl

I held on to you tightly

For fear that I may fall

When we pulled from each other’s grasp

Words we did not share

We knew what each other was thinking

And we both knew that each other cared

So instead of words, we walked hand in hand

And let the rain wash worries away

Sooner or later we’d figure things out

But tonight we just let the moment play

Pilot

My Journey to You

2006-01-29T01:35:00.000+06:00

The very first time I saw you,
Was special how we met.
You took me by complete surprise.
I knew my heart was set.

As days flew by, we talked again,
But you never seemed to care.
I tried my best to help you out,
By a favor here, or a favor there.

Although I made a fast approach,
Our friendship grew and grew.
I realized how deep I cared,
But the feeling I felt was new.

In time I became attached to you.
From a hug, I wouldn't let go.
I soon saw how close we were,
And the feeling was good to know.

The minutes without you turned into days,
And the seconds with you flew fast.
I could only wish to see you more,
And make each moment last.

The times I spent with you,
Were what made my heart complete.
I knew one thing for sure,
Without you, my future was obsolete.

It hit me then, what I was in -
A unique and precious love.
For the person I said was only mine,
Was an angel sent from above.

My Heart’s Accident

2005-08-20T17:04:00.000+06:00

I met her at Life’s Crossroad,
My Heart was throbbing, it sensed Love code,
It sought after some communication mode,
But I made Silence my abode.

There was a fear of a sandal,
This made my decision of approach dwindle,
But there was a strong wish to steer the love handle,
And rekindle between us the Love Candle.

I approached her daringly,
Gave her a smile lovingly,
She returned it similarly,
I restored my courage primarily.

I decided her to be my life’s sojourner,
Otherwise I would be a deadly moaner,
I talked to her about weather,
She felt the tenderness of my love feather.

I enquired about her home,
Asked excuse if I was sticking like loam,
This made her laugh and my spirits reach dome,
I felt the meeting place as lovely as Rome.

Then we met and met and met,
Days rolled on, account of which I couldn’t get,
Now she loves me I bet,
She herself told me this in a verbal net.

I will love her throughout my Life,
I want her to become my wife.
She has my life’s complete toil,
My love towards her is very loyal.

Pilot..

LOVE

2005-08-20T17:00:00.000+06:00

Love is a potion,
It sets friendship into motion,
And drives away innovation.

Love does not develop cos of appearance which is external,
But it is a feeling which is internal,
As we all know love is eternal.

Love is the feeling which is the best,
It makes you feel as if you are the greatest,
And the taste seems to be the sweetest.

Love is something,
Which gives everything,
To a man of having nothing

Love never dies,
It always flies,
And engulfs all guys.

Love is immortal,
It gets infused in every mortal,
And sometimes proves to be very fatal.

Pilot..

The Distances

2005-05-18T17:27:00.000+06:00

Reminicising the dusky vistas of blissful hues,
Sat rocking, beneath a pall of december dew,
About your motley motifs, as I was musing
This serenade has flushed out of moorings
No complaints with the passing secluded dawns
But along with you this lifes life is gone
The gloomy darkness of a moon marooned night
Spated my life, as your smile deserted my sight
Tears in my heart never stopped to brew
From the moment you bade me adieu
A shimmering crescent in this melancholic life
Your memory is the only palliative to my grief
My unknown inhibition and imagined fear
Bridled me from enshrining thy elysian ardour
The stony want to distance from the earnest likes
A hidden paranoia in me tossed you alike
when one sanguine morn opened my mind's door
You had alreadysailed off to a far away shore
Now to trudge "the distances" is at best.,
Like waiting for the dawn facing west.

The Debate Of Love and Death

2005-05-18T17:05:00.000+06:00

In a home of everlasting night,
Fantasy held its source,
And mounted upon lifes first desire;
A desire to see the Home
With a vision of joy,
And deepen the joy within a vision of dream

Unknown to the vast life,
Love crept behind and came out of vision,
And resounded to the sleeping soul
"Love is not an illusion but a feeling with a vision"
Now who helps the heart beat?
Who awakens the drowsy heat?

The heavens do not help sweet sufferings
Oh!,What, Love is a miraculous feeling,
Miraculous feeling in the thinking light,
And an estatic fantasy in the dreaming dark,
A Dark's dream;
Hoping to still last and love?

When the woman answered not!
In the home of everlasting night,
Dream grieves its home to grave,
Finding its fantasy within,
The dark of dream and light of thought,
Towards love they no longer fought!

BLACK

2005-03-08T19:29:00.002+06:00

Lightless eyes,
Lameness in sight.
Born for a dark cause?
Forever do they dream dark?
Or do they sleep in black?

Lightless eyes,
What is thy sin?
For neither seen you have
The creators of concious life,
Nor the playmates of youthful nature.

Lightless eyes,
Forbidden from the meaning of beauty,
And teased for trusting reality.
Frail are the eyes for the future,
And sound are the ears to the past.

Lightless eyes,
Though heard you have the truth of the sages
Crossed, you have not the ignorant ages,
Yet, through the dark lanes of your sight
Seen you have the invisible time of ravages.

P.S: This poem is dedicated to the blind who have eyes not to see but to shed tears. This is by the inspiration of the movie "BLACK" by Mr. Sanjay Leela Banshali.

The Touch Of Truth

2005-03-08T19:29:00.000+06:00

The imperishable truth touched humanity,
And sensed the touch from humility.
The humiliated, the voiceless, the speechless.
Stirred the depths of humanity.
Breaking the barrier of solitude.
Pain attained the proud state,
Once again the inner self became passionate,
And his days came into bright light.
With the air around him,
Rousing with passion and deligh.
The thought which dwelled in his soul,
Obtained the touch of truth,
And this truth in his thought.
This truth: his thought.
Too great for speech.
And too idealistic for action.
Even the nature adored it.
But humanity envied this thought: his truth
His victory is in his truth,
And too idealistic for action.
Even the nature adored it.
But humanity envied this thought: his truth
His victory is in his truth.
And he felt his nearness to the absolute.
The thought reveals its terms with truth.
The path to pride is paved by pain
This is a small thought
Through a mightier nought
And a small truth
To abide by the absolute.

Quest

2005-03-02T00:23:00.000+06:00

Between grief and joy,
I heard my will,
Once and for alllight lit my eyes
Alarming truth in the creation
I answered my will
Maintaning my privacy with the world's truth
The worldly vibrations set me strong
And what came to an end,
Seemed endless.

Belief, the path of my mind
Is the path to my future.
In this earthly future
Losing everything would never bring grief &
Gaining everything would never bring joy.
Bliss is in the thought,
Thought is thinking, the self ain't lost
And if the self is lost,
Lost is not my hope.
For the soul surrenders to the heavens ad hope to the self,
When life is a Quest in this world!

P.S : This speaks of confining to confidence.
For me it holds as a major source of truth.
All you smile at is not happiness and all
you cry at is not misery.

CAN U EVER BE MINE ????????

2005-01-20T10:45:00.000+06:00

You, what to write about you,
Unknowingly we came closer
The nearer we drew
All the more excited was I
But Alas! you went past me
To be very preciseMy Self-Confdence gave way
I wanted nobody to break the shell in which I was..............
Even though I knew it was Delicate.
But it was u who broke it first
And once you entered I wanted to remove its fraility and make it strong
So strong, that nobody could enter it, and most importantly, u could'nt get outNow
When I think of you again,
Knowing we are moving to diametrically opposite ends
The heart which tread fastly by ur approach...........
The eyes which loved to sight you..............................
The ears which were keen to your voice...................
The concious which felt ur presence............................
are all thirsty for U........................................................
CAN YOU EVER BE MINE ?????????????????????????

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2005-01-18T04:55:00.000+06:00

There was a call from the nook of heaven
The child lay a finger on her cheek
And clutched her vast heart
In her eyes, there was a fear of death
Even in this moment of her soul's despair;
No cry broke out from her lips, no call for aid.
Calm was her face and courage kept her mute
She was troubled in her thoughts;
Far from the rims of obscure sleep
Hardly she met her desires,
And after a long time of hesitation,
Time has come.
She smiled,
But vaguely with a deserted heart.
Still love remained in I.
The weary sick world may have tortured her;
Cared least, she cared least for it.
I was around to recollect her forgotten bliss.
Love led me to the depth of her heart
And a hard hope stole me,
Was there a God's touch in it?
She became an errant marvel with no place to live,
Her place is in the paradise.
At a stage the enchanted light became pale
Closing her strained eyes:
Her memory vanished
It was a hard sacrifice for me
And for others it was a tragic consequence.

P.S: Tsunami was a real tragedy, lets all help the victims, please donate...................

Me : An INtrO of MYSELF

2005-01-14T05:55:00.000+06:00

Hai to all of you,

There was a rare union of the planets on the evening of September 5 , 1983 and suddenly there was a flash at 5:46 pm bringing to life a happy go lucky guy by the name Gullapalli Sree Surya Kumar. That is too much for an introduction right, fine in the present world the tool to success is exaggeration.

Going in the chronological order, I joined school at the age of 5 and took admission directly to the Upper Kinder Garden, (don't know who gave me a promotion). This was at Naval kinder garden school in Mumbai . Didwell and got promoted to 1st class, come on yaar changed the school, so big an acheivement (primary school.!!! dude). Did my schooling till my 2nd class in K.V, Mumbai.After that got kicked (dad got transfered) to the town named Rajahmundry(meaning the kings seal). Joined a school which was well known (only till I joined) named St.Ann's, don't mistake it to be a girls school, change your thought module a bit and take it as a co-education institute. Struggled a lot (the teachers) and made a wonderful impression, just tell my name in the school and the walls will also respond (only them, as I was a part of them most of the times having a good exercise of having an invisible seat by the name "wall chair",learned a lot of stress handling techniques though). What else can a person get as a reward in the class except the back bench (u should only be a back bencher to know that) and that too when there are two beatiful Anglo Indians on either side (first thought it to be a lot inconvenient but later came to know its own +ve's as this went on in from 8th to 10th). Then wrote the exams and that too well (unusual u know), the FIR was released and I got 80% ( not a joke guys in ICSE).

Till now I was only on ripples, now started the Tsunami. Inspite of my tiresome efforts of joining a Govt. college my parents forced me into a pvt. college and the timings morning 7 to evening 7. Now that was too much but,considerable to an extent as there were three awesome girls to look at, whenever the class seemed boring, especially the Sanskrit class was like screwing guys. In addition to that we had weekend exams every wednesday which were always written well (thanks to Vivekananda,the roll number before me). The first year was fine. Next because of a blackhead, seperate classes were allocated to boys and girls and life became the Andaman. Then I took a vow that yes I should work very hard and prove myself, plan out, schedule everything so perfectly that everyone at my house thought I was a regular student, I still owe 50 rupees to my post man who helped me a lot taking personal care and handing over all my letters from my college to me and no one else. wrote EAMCET and somehow managed to get into Engineering to a very prestigious and well known institute by the name Gayatri Vidya Parishad College of Engg, Vizag set in the prime location which could be accessed only by foot for a distance of 1.5 kms, had a lot of greenary and our neigbours being the forest dwellers. Did Mechanical Engineering , tried for many girls, everyday after my 1st year I remember WE (my gang of 7) were in the google process and I was the head hunter. But you know none of us could get our kind of a girl. fine the acads were quite ok which had to be for an engineering student and then did a project on "ROBOTICS" (the only thing I did Wantingly) in the final year. The enggg life was over and I really felt happy to leave the college (but of course, dil maange always more right, cannot help).

Came to Bangalore in May 2004, and as soon as I came I joined n industry which could accomodate characters like me and was looking forward to them only ( BPO's) jopined ICICI OneSource and worked for 6 months, after that thought let us write MBA and wrote CAT got a percentile of 87 (fine my thought module is like: "Aim for success, not perfection. Never give up your right to be wrong, because then you lose the ability to learn new things and to move forward with your life" So wrote some more exams and expecting a call from Symbiosis. Lets Hope for the best. Thank you patient Readers.