Dedicated to the Dinged

We are still alive surviving on a single strand of hope and despair. After 6 months of exhilaration, hyperventilation, elation, dejection, vacillation – all the possible corners of human emotion – We are almost on the path of self-annihilation. Our dignity still fights with our innermost fears as we wait frightfully for the devil’s axe to decapitate our confidence. While the frontrunners ululate, we martyrs are sacrificed for our previous sins. “For whom the bell tolls,” cries our souls.

Thousands of us, dejected applicants, will be awaken from our dreams as the golden flicker of MBA fades into oblivion for many of us in the coming weeks. They will extol the victors but who takes the responsibility of soothing the wounds of the losers. Like the HunchBack of Notre Dome, many of us will retreat to our respective sanctuaries, while the rest celebrate to glory.

But one-day re-birth will happen from the ashes, more daring, more intrepid. With a heart made of steel, our souls will take the strenuous convoluting path to the summit, unwilling to relinquish our aspirations, hungry for more. We will be inexorable, sturdy and determined. The battle is not over….

P.S. This load of crap was a result of literary cravings after reading Jhumpa Lahiri’s “NameSake”.