Cash, man!
The mother of all substance abuse. The flighty mistress that leaves you with an singing hole in your pants that leads down to your chaddis, through your superman chaddis (And I dont mean that kind.)
Being an MBA student is tough (no, engineering halwa nahin tha). I'd love to commment more on the functionality of the strategy and the strategy of the animosity but I save my pfaff for papers only.The lure of corporate world seduces us to dream of salaries where lakhs are-a-plenty. So we think we have so much already. Although the schedule of 10-hours-work a day doesn't leave you much TIME to spend, lest money... somehow I'm still broke by the month mid. My dad's a good man, but I hate to ask. Yes, the proverbial :( adds to my sentiment.
Maybe Il manage on the 1000 rs till the end of the month.
Maybe Il spend it all one evening when im out.
Maybe Il save enough and make it last from the next month on.
But that doesnt really happen does it? The spontaneous smile that you get at the time, pleases you more than a few extra hundreds in your pocket later on.
If I had to chose between one big happy memory and a lot of little happynesses, I know what I'd chose.
And I know what you'd chose too :)
So, according to me, and this pointless post, you're doing pretty good!
See, this is when I think my thoughts are profound enough to be put in a blog. Or maybe they were trapped in the agonizing little space we call the heart of the mind. waiting to be spewed into the web of the cyberspyder.
Or maybe Ive got a week to kill, to learn a skill and... pay a bill. Ok, I went that way for a rhyme.
