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Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Top 10 Hollywood Movies of 2015


10. Steve Jobs




9. Ex Machina




8. Sicario




7. Brooklyn




6. The Martian




5. Spotlight




4. Inside Out




3. Star Wars: The Force Awakens




2. The Big Short




1. Mad Max: Fury Road




Honourable Mentions: Tangerine, Straight Outta Compton, Room, Bridge of Spies, Carol.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Top 10 Bollywood Movies of 2015


10. Baby




9. Titli



8. Badlapur



7. Hunterrr



6. Dum Laga Ke Haisha



5. Piku



4. Bajirao Mastani



3. Drishyam



2. Masaan



1. Talvar




Honourable Mentions: Tamasha, Angry Indian Goddesses, NH10, Tanu Weds Manu Returns, Bajrangi Bhaijaan, Margarita With A Straw

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Three Lessons from 2015

2015 was an eye-opener of sorts. I learnt three important lessons from people belonging to different age groups this year.

Children
On a train to Bandra, I heard him whisper to the boy on his right, 'Ek gora ladka tere paas khada hai!' I looked awkwardly at him, while he smiled looking at me. Throughout the journey, I saw him whisper into the other boy's ears, while the latter acknowledged it with a pompous smile.
News of people around, of a man wearing too much perfume, of a kid carrying an expensive handset, and he would snicker every time. Sometimes he made up stuff like, 'Bas woh choti nikaal do, toh yeh toh pura ganja hai!', and laughed ecstatically.
I observed them for half an hour and wondered why they did this. I figured he was visually challenged and hence his friend was telling him about the happenings around.
As the train reached Andheri station, the boy stood up with the support of a white cane; he was the one who whispered into the other boy's ear.
Life is full of miracles

Adults
Just another afternoon, I was eating dosa from one of the food stalls outside my college and as I passed the usual garbage dumpster that I do daily, I saw a man in rags, with a wrinkled face and sunken eyes, peek inside the bin, his crouched back crouching even more. The veins on his wrist were popping out, almost like they were attempting to hold on to the bin, while his eyes searched through the filth.
He rummaged through the rubbish, and pulled out a half-eaten banana, a paper plate full of spoilt sandwiches, all the rancid food that we reject, one after another, handing them over to a few tiny brown hands that readily grasped, like an opportunity that knocked not often. I saw giggles and shrieks of excitement, as I just stood there, stunned and awed.
Meanwhile, a mother and her kid were eating alongside me. The boy sobbed, 'Mummy, I wanted a cheese dosa! Aap hamesha aisa hi karte ho!' He flung the unwanted dosa out and two of the kids rushed to grab it. I was rendered speechless as I realized most people are yet to open their eyes, to the reality that life is, in its crudest, rudest form.

Senior Citizens
Just out from the metro at Andheri, I was waiting for a rickshaw for some fifteen minutes, with a very heavy bag on my shoulder. Standing next to me was an old man almost in his 60s. Finally a rickshaw halted nearby and I offered the old man the ride. But he said, 'Beta, take the rickshaw. You should reach your place early. I will get another one in no time.' Old is definitely gold.

Here’s hoping that 2016 is as enlightening as this year has been.
I’m sharing my #TalesOf2015 with BlogAdda.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

My Happiness Ray

I could probably do nothing new,
I could probably do nothing true,
Enough, for you to call me vile,
But I'd stay stupid to see you smile.

I may never say it out aloud,
But at the risk of sounding cheesy,
I'll probably tell you today,
How beautiful to me, you sound.

Those hands as artistic and poised,
As the art you create and are.
You move like a healing gale in a run,
And when you talk, the world is happy and up!

You're so splendid, you define the word.
Such a pleasure to have you in my world.
A blessing by my side, petite and smart,
Everything you do has a little bit of art!

It's magic to me how you survive,
My relentless cheapness all day, everyday.
Believe me, I've seen souls strive,
But you stick to me, you stay.

Nothing is perfect, the world’s not,
I’m not perfect, you’re not,
But you’re trying the best you can,
That’s what makes you beautiful.

A morning smile that dazzles the sun,
And an evening goodbye like a warm coffee cup.
For you make every day a Sunday,
You are my happiness ray!


Saturday, November 14, 2015

Childhood

Childhood is becoming so real again,
We have become adamant again.
Sometimes for that Lego set to build anything,
Absolutely anything that strikes our fancy.

Childhood is on board again, or are we?
The board game called monopoly, it's still playing in our lives,
With some of us losing money, building houses, or wandering in rest houses.
While a scanty few risk jail and collect too many tickets.

Childhood is having a good time, 
Denying that Horlicks glass again or saying a blunt no to undies.
It is smiling wide as we sleep more, work less,
And hope for rains every morning for life to stall.

Childhood is sleeping through all the adversities.
As we try to accomplish more than we can,
Drink less and still vomit more, eat more than
We should, then hate being called obese.

We are doing all the wrongs, hoping that Mommy would intervene and set us straight. Wake up. Take control of your lives. Evolve.
Happy Children’s Day!

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Shades of You

I see your eyes in the stranger walking past,
Your piercing eyes that slay me, everyday,
Your comforting eyes that stitch me, everyday,
Your eyes that tell me myriad tales.

I see your laugh in the kid on the street,
Your laugh that tingles my heart,
I persuade her into laughing more for a while,
Blessed is she to get to momentarily play your part.

I see your charm in the woman,
Who brushed past me and smiled,
For a moment I felt I knew her,
But she was just an enigma.

I see shades of you in everything,
Hues of you in the sky, reminiscent of a Monet landscape,
Hums of you at the horizon, luring me to its enchantment,
Reminding me that beauty isn't conformed to any parameters.

Monday, November 2, 2015

What is life after death?

What is life after death?
Is it a nod after a million denials?
A place filled with all the things we once desired,
And we are led to believe we get what we deserve.

What is life after death?
Is it a family reunion?
Healthier now, back to dealing with souls of the past,
And we feel like just another day alive.

What is life after death?
Is it suspension of fears?
Maybe we can now swim without floaters,
And dive into that love we drowned into, when alive.

What is life after death?
Is it a compelling larger-than-life fantasy?
Maybe like a huge cone of ice cream that does not melt,
Or a heart full of love that does.

What is life after death?
Is it life again?
Maybe we are born into families we've hated the most,
Where we learn their ticking clogs and the cycle of being humbled continues.


Friday, October 23, 2015

Happy Birthday

You grow younger always,
As the years pass by like smoke.
And your prettiness not only stays,
But is enhanced without a brush stroke!

You are away today, and I won't see
That smile with a mouthful of cake.
But all I wish for is that you'll be
Prepared for the world is yours to take!

Happy Birthday :)


Sunday, October 18, 2015

How much is enough?

Do you know how it all ends?
We never die of enough,
The coquetry with fate ends,
But always in a lesson.

Born in a cell, fate was never a giver,
It only took from us, from you and me,
It continued to win countless duels,
And never had enough.

Ever spotted a writer say, I've written enough?
He'll bleed at his manuscript and never wince once,
It shall all end as it must, but pausing in your tracks,
Only did more harm than good, an athlete knows well.

Ask yourself, how much is enough?
Is mediocrity really a curse, or a blessing in disguise?
To live a life billions live every day,

Happily, in their homes, not knowing you exist.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Not your problem to solve!

The world has this urgent itch to attend to which reads 'Solve your own problems'. But many interpret it as 'It's not your problem to solve'.
I will always be at loggerheads with that part of the society which hides a boxing glove from the one who's already in the ring. We are here for a reason, and everyone should have his/her freedom to choose. Some have reasons more haptic than others, while some choose to stay aloof. To each his own, and there needn't be a need to own a problem to solve it.
Ever seen mom's joblist? Not one problem is her own.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

True Love Waits

She was 24. She believed that she had been a good girl her entire life; she practiced celibacy and was a virgin. She had signed a purity contract and promised to keep herself pure until she got married to the man that was chosen by God. All she knew about sex was that good girls were to indulge in it on their wedding nights and not before. Wearing crop tops, short shorts and bikinis would only tempt and excite the boys; God forbade it. At the altar, looking at her purity ring, she imagined the words “True Love Waits” shining back at her.

That night, she dimmed the lights, laid on the bed and let her husband do what men did. Her first experience was awful. She had no idea what to expect and when he attempted to perform cunnilingus, she rushed to the bathroom crying, leaving her husband befuddled at what to do. To her, cunnilingus was wrong. It wasn’t something what “good” wives did, and she felt he was disrespecting her by trying to do that.

Their marriage progressed happily but they shared a non-existent sex life. She felt awkward in bed, and he hated that he left her in tears.

About a year into their marriage, during a rare intimate moment, she allowed him to really touch her there for the first time. She experienced immense pleasure and could feel her body bursting. She had an orgasm for the first time. Yet instead of ecstasy, she was ashamed that she took pleasure by him using his fingers and mouth on her. She was mortified that she had behaved like a slut.
This deep sense of embarrassment lingered for days. She couldn’t meet his eyes and pushed him away. They argued over her inability to enjoy sex. Instead of getting angry, he was patient. He started initiating sex on the couch, by the wall, in the shower, just never under the bed covers.

He left the light on and he ensured that she climaxed every time. When she would want to hide in the bathroom, ashamed after her orgasm, he would hold her and tell her how much he enjoyed making love to her.

Gradually, with the passage of time, sex wasn’t something she dreaded. She started trying new things. The first time she gave him fellatio, she felt sexy and confident afterwards.

They have been married for three years now and for the last four months, the sex has been enthralling- it’s raunchy and dirty but also intimate. She’s no longer ashamed of sex and her husband is always there to reassure her and help her move past her embarrassment.

Sex isn’t a shameful act. It isn’t wrong. Young people need to be told that. Purity rings and purity balls just tell women that their desires are wrong and ungodly; their sex life isn’t God’s business, or their parents, or their relatives for that matter- it’s theirs. Women are the only ones that should be able to choose when to have sex, whom to have it with, and enjoy orgasms without shame. Don’t hide your bodies or desires. Celebrate and enjoy sex.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Writer's Block







































































The story of every cigarette

You guard me as a treasure, once I'm lit,
Hit after hit, you die a little bit.

Happy, upset, horny or bored, I'm everything you have ever desired,
No care in the world, as long as you have me acquired.

Of all the butts you've kissed so far,
You'll never forget me, your elixir.

Fulfilling your addiction, satisfying your crave,
Never making you repent, just pulling you closer to your grave.


Micro Tales

Gambler’s Conceit
Vowing to quit gambling if he won, the gambler looked on, elated, as his pick beat the odds 80/1. Alas! He at once died of a cardiac arrest.

Role Reversal
He was busy cooking while she lit the last cigarette.
The viewers stared at the alluring painting; unable to comprehend the role reversal.


Till Death Do Us Part
She kissed his cheek as he smiled back. Nothing had changed much since two decades.
Her husband called her.
She hid the photo in the closet.


Bulls Eye
Her boss was straight ahead. She pressed the gun’s trigger. The bullet hit the target. No blood. Soon it won't be just a dummy with a hole.

Breaking Stereotypes
She threw the lit match at the pile of money and joined me in bed as I strained against the handcuffs.
She did love me more than my money.


Liberation
He writes code in his workstation. He's tired of his life, just like his colleagues.
Soon he'll liberate them with the thing in his pockets.


Fake Advertising
Tired of paying money for fake advertisements? We will GET BACK AT THEM for you. Completely anonymous. Service guaranteed for Rs 420/- only.

Helpless
The one-year-old baby screamed loudly as the man held her.
Her parents stared helplessly at her tears while he advanced to pierce her ears.


Time for Celebration
Valentines Day. Left office early. Found you in the Jacuzzi.
Observed the half- eaten strawberries and the two wine glasses, already empty.


Mother's Love
The old age home attendants find her waiting for her son daily.
They smile knowing the Alzheimer erased the memory of her son deserting her.


Such is Life
Woke in a maze. Alone. Met people along the way. Slowly I wiggled my way out of the maze. Exhausted but free I fell asleep.
Woke in a maze.


Rest in Piece
I'm at peace. Clutching her hand, I intertwine my fingers with hers. It fits like a jigsaw puzzle. I put it with the rest, in the freezer

Monday Blues
"I can't work on Mondays. I'm boycotting them." I informed my boss.
The word spread worldwide. Nobody came to work.
Now I hate Tuesdays


Birthday Special
Today is special. It's her birthday. I'll take her out and reminisce about old times. Then like every year, I'll return her to her coffin

Doctor Doctor
'We were inseparable once. What changed?' The doctor asked his indifferent wife.
Little did he know she'd started eating an apple a day.


The One (His version)
Elegant neck, big bosoms, ample hips and huge bottom. He had finally found her. She was perfect. She was the one. His first human meat pie.

The One (Her version)
The moment she saw him, time froze. She had finally found him. He was perfect. He was the one. Her first prey.

Cast Away
After being stranded on the island for a week, he came across cannibals and people in cages. He fled.
That night the film crew flew away.

Moving On

"It's her first death anniversary. Have you moved on?"
"I guess so." He shrugged.
But her cupcakes that lay in the freezer said otherwise.


Eagle Eye
"OMG! A DSLR?" She exclaimed in awe.
"Now, you can finally capture all your memories vividly."
The diary, hidden in her closet, took offence.

The Good Boy
“He's such a good boy with his shirt all buttoned up,” his colleagues crooned.
The hickies underneath were proof of how good he really was.


Wishful Thinking
As the rain disguised my tears, I stood, in black, silently staring at her. Her bruises were deep and fatal. I wish my pain could end too.

The Spectacle
I sat in the audience as they slipped a noose around her neck. She struggled for two minutes. It was better when they lit that man on fire.

Repercussions
He should’ve been a better listener and known how she’d felt.
The entire world knew now. She blogged her breakups.

The Hangman
"You're sweet." She ruffled his hair.
His heart raced faster.
"Hang on." She got a text from her boyfriend.
He spent an eternity hanging on.


Together
Under the sky, they talked, smiled and laughed together. On Skype.
They were worlds apart, but together in the big picture.

Twist of Fate
The black man spent a majority of his salary vaccinating the orphans every month. 
The yellow fever killed his only son just a month later.

Lie
They’re lying in bed. You’re the one, he says; he’s lying. I never doubted it, she says; she’s lying. They’re lying in bed.

Change
‘Identification, please!’
*hands over the ID card*
‘Male?’
‘I’ve been wanting to get it changed.’

Murder
He’s the reason my wife is not with me; he murdered her. But I still need to feed him the bottle daily.

Barren
"Kids just cry, poop and puke." She cried.
"You're going to love them. You'll see." Her family retorted.
Deep down she knew she never would.


Monsoon is Coming
The farmers gaped under the hot summer sun, while their crops withered. The impending black clouds made them believe in miracles again.

Trapped
The commotion jolted me out of slumber. I tried to sit up, but my head hit the ceiling. I was confined. Damn! It was my funeral.


91.27 FM
Changing the radio channels, I hit 91.27 FM. 
"Go next door. Kill the old hag."
Hypnotized, I obeyed.
The police said there was no 91.27 FM.

Management
Kids threw paper balls at him and he used them to practice sums. Poverty had taught him resource management even before he knew its meaning.

First Day at Work
I waited, with hundred others, as the orientation began. My photo flashed on the screen.
“Find him. Kill him.”
I've been running ever since.

Imprisoned
They confiscated everything I had stolen. All they left was my child’s watch. It constantly reminded me of the time I was losing with him.

Over and Out
The voices stopped talking. Only happy thoughts occurred. Unable to find the darkness, my days as a writer ended. I'm just a normal guy now.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

7 Must DONTs for Men when with a Woman

1. Don't crowd a woman too much in the beginning. She'll consider this as neediness. Just let her become comfortable around you.

2. Don't say negative stuff about your ex-girlfriends. She'll think you're insecure.

3. Don't have an emotional response to everything. If you get upset about things easily, she'll think you're insecure.

4. Don't look to her to make decisions. She likes it when you make decisions and go with it. If you're always asking her what she wants to do, you'll come of as a boy, not a man. If she wants something different, she'll let you know.

5. Don't say or do stuff just to get attention. She'll think you're insecure. If you're cool, she'll figure it out herself.

6. Don't argue often. By being overly argumentative, you're hampering your sex life. Argue in a funny way, not in a serious way.

7. Don't be a YES man. Have mature boundaries. The best answer to a woman is NO. Use your energy only when you're in a win-win situation. The only direct answer you can give her is a NO. It keeps your masculine identity and self-esteem alive.

Friday, June 12, 2015

7 Must DOs for Men before going on a date

1. Your nails should be short, clean and neat.

2. Nose, ear hairs and bushy pubic hairs are a no-no.

3. Your teeth should be clean. Use a tongue scraper and a mouthwash.

4. Wash your body completely thrice before the date. Body odours don't come off easily.

5. Use a good deodorant.

6. Your shoes and socks should be ultra clean. Foot odour is not permitted.

7. Use a good perfume. Don't OVER-do it. No perfume is better than a lot of perfume. Just one or two squirts an hour before the date is best.

Women often notice these details and conclude that you handle everything else in the same manner.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Hair Growth Supplement

“Take only half a tablet at a time,” the doctor prescribed. “Stick to maximum one in a day. Patience is the key.”
“It’s a supplement. Take one, then another,” the friend suggested. “For crying out loud, you can’t just take one and hope for a miracle.”
“You’re an adult. You got to increase the dosage. Pop at least two at one go,” the enemy conspired. “Think of it as Crocin.”
“Sixty tablets gone so far and still no visible change. Ignore everyone else. Listen to me,” the wife nagged. “Try two after breakfast. Two more after dinner.”



Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Petyr Baelish- The ultimate player in the Game of Thrones


Vile, despicable, creepy, flawless sense of style, eloquent monologues and an epic Machiavellian. Lord Petyr Baelish, also called Littlefinger, is the puppet master of George R.R. Martin’s saga, who pulls all the strings, while making everyone believe they’re the masters.
Petyr thrives on chaos. The crazier the situation, the more opportunities he's able to extract from it. He’s interested only in his advancement, and chaos gives him the perfect opportunity to do so. While others falter and fail, he climbs even higher. He knows what’s real and what’s an illusion, and he uses this knowledge to be ahead of the rest.
Petyr’s sigil is a mockingbird that symbolizes the personae he has created for himself. He prefers to rely on his own abilities and motivations, and indirectly influences many events by manipulating other pieces in the Game of Thrones. Though he’s the catalyst for pretty much all the political turmoil in the saga, very little of it (if any) can actually be traced back to him. His machinations may not be as effective if people realise him to be a force to reckon with, rather than a man in the shadows.
Out of all the people in Westeros, Petyr is the most ambitious, most sinister, most cunning and most calculative by far. He’s the only person who has consistently come out on top and advanced himself while so many others have met tragic ends. He knows what it takes to move every piece in the game, he does not fear change and when unexpected developments arise, he quickly adjusts to suit the situation, and most of all - he's always defeating those who play against him.
In a nutshell, Petyr Baelish is a mad genius and the ultimate player in the Game of Thrones.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Generations- 55Fiction

Generations come, generations go. Most of them spend their entire lives waiting for one moment. The wait or the lack of it becomes a daily affair. For some, it is a moment of victory; for others, a moment of indifference. There aren't many experiences in life that are as incongruous as this- validation from parents.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Friends Forever

It is said that children are angels and the epitome of innocence. Who knew that they could also be the source of inspiration and change the way we look at the society.
Last December, I visited my cousins at my native place. The youngest of them was Faiza, an eleven year old kid. They daily chores were done by the maid, Nabeela and her daughter, Munira, also an eleven year old. The incident happened during Christmas.
It was Christmas Eve. The maid rang the door bell.
‘HO! HO! HO! It's Christmas Eve today!’ Faiza exclaimed, opening the door.
Faiza was always the first one to get up in the morning. Every day before going to school, she would sprinkle a mixture of varied grains in her balcony. She would then sit cross legged on the floor and happily watch the pigeons eat their early breakfast. Christmas was her favorite festival because of her fondness for Santa Claus.
‘Munira! Santa will be coming tonight. Santa travels all over the world and visits all children.’ Faiza explained.
Just then, Faiza's mother called out Munira to get to work as she was already late. Munira walked in quietly and picked up a broom.
Munira, who lived with her mother on the streets, worked in many houses throughout the day. She had never been to school. But she knew all about Santa. Faiza told her stories of the old man who had special powers. Munira liked listening to these stories. She loved Santa because he gave presents to children.
Meanwhile, Faiza decorated the entire house with streamers and balloons, decorated the Christmas tree with stars and wrote a long letter to Santa about how she had been a good girl the entire year and the gift she desired.
Faiza insisted that Munira write a letter to Santa too. But Munira didn’t know how to write. So Faiza grabbed her yellow writing pad and happily wrote whatever Munira wished from Santa and placed the letter under the decorated tree.
 Next morning, Faiza found a giant box, wrapped in red fancy paper, near the Christmas tree. She happily unwrapped the present.
‘Wow! A Barbie Doll! Thank you Santa!’ She jumped around the house elated.
Faiza enquired what present Munira got. A tear-stricken Munira said that Santa forgot him as she got nothing and she silently walked into the kitchen.
Faiza questioned me why didn’t Munira get anything as she had also written a letter to Santa.
All I could answer was that perhaps Santa must have forgotten about Munira.
Later that day, Munira sat alone on the verandah. She watched everyone in the neighborhood getting dressed for the Christmas party.
Just then, there was a loud knock. Munira ran to open the door.
Faiza stormed into the house with a big bag of presents. ‘Merry Christmas Munira! This is for you.’ She handed Munira the bag.
‘For me?’ Munira unwrapped the presents and her eyes widened. Whatever that she had asked to Santa, was there.
‘A new dress and new shoes!’ She jumped with delight.
‘Thank you Faiza! You are my Santa Claus!’ The girls joyfully hugged each other. Both the girls dressed up beautifully in the evening and went with their friends to a Christmas party organized for the children.
Later that night, I asked Faiza how she got these presents on her own. She happily announced that she had used all the money from her piggy bank.
I was very proud of Faiza at that moment. She taught me that money was not a barrier for friendship. True friends always looked after each other despite the differences and could go to any lengths to keep each other happy.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

To New Beginnings

Almost ten months back, I was facing a huge dilemma. It was the financial year end and I was putting in 11-12 hours daily at work. It was my first job and I had been working for around six months. As a trainee, I wasn’t expected to work till late but since everyone in the department was doing it, I too felt responsible to do the same. At the time of appraisals, I was informed that even though people with six months experience were eligible for the appraisals, I wouldn’t be considered for it as I was a Trainee Engineer. I was speechless. I had put in a lot of hours for the company when I wasn’t supposed to and that’s how the company repaid my loyalty. This made me question my choice to work in the company.
After I had given my 12th std. board exams, I visited my elder brother’s workplace at Mahindra and Mahindra. He worked in the Engine Production Unit and I was fascinated when I saw how they produced 325 engines in one day. The planning and scheduling that went into successfully completing their production target was commendable and that was the moment when I decided to do an MBA.
During engineering, after months of research, I had decided to work for two years and then pursue MBA. But with the current scenario at work, I decided to take a leap of faith on my ability to crack the management exams and put in my resignation. It was a huge risk on my part to chase my dreams but I had made up my mind to continue with my bold step and not back down.
By the time I took this decision, the most-dreaded management exam of the country, CAT, was just two months away. Knowing that being in the top 1% in CAT wasn’t a realistic option, I weighed in my other options. I found that apart from CAT, there were many other exams like IIFT, NMAT, XAT, SNAP etc. which provided similar opportunities (though nothing like the coveted IIMs).
My one month notice period went hassle free and I still managed to study four hours every day. After I was done with my job, I made sure I studied every day for at least 8 hours. The first exam of the season, IIFT, was an eye-opener for me as I was unable to complete my paper. Being an engineer, I blindly tried to solve all the questions and it was my undoing. I learnt from my mistake and worked on strengthening my question selection while increasing my speed calculation ability. This helped me in NMAT, SNAP and XAT. The results were out in December and I had done exceedingly well in NMAT and SNAP. My risk had paid off and I had cracked these exams.
It was now turn for Phase 2- Cracking the Group Discussion-Personal Interview. Now, students have this inbred fear that without knowing specific facts, one cannot crack a GD-PI. It’s a myth. As long as you’re confident with your preparation and make smart entries in a GD, you’ll do just fine. By the time I completed the GD-PI process of my converted calls, I was totally relaxed as I had honestly given my best shot.
On 4th March 2015, I received a mail from NMIMS that I was selected for the full-time MBA course. My hard work had paid off. This is but just the first step. The future looks bright again and I’m looking forward to beginning a new chapter in my life.