Alumni Meet
There is a world of difference between ‘student’ and ‘alumni’. If I had to write ‘Things they never told me about in b-school’, it would run into volumes.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
There is a world of difference between ‘student’ and ‘alumni’. If I had to write ‘Things they never told me about in b-school’, it would run into volumes.
Reflecting on Women’s Day, celebrating voices and the Blank Noise Project. A day of unexpected joys and appreciation for influential women. #WomensDay
Chatting with my cousin who’s in the middle of the placement week in top-notch b-school… He says that the international companies were all looking for women this year. All the women on campus had the most offers and best paychecks. I smirked when I typed “Maybe we just are superior”….
From childhood crafts to teenage pranks and memorable moments, explore the evolving perspective on Valentine’s Day. A celebration of love in its various forms.
There used to be an ad for a shampoo on TV that went “Dandruff is like ex-boyfriends…keeps coming back!” Of course I’m repeating myself. Yes, this is going to be a raving post. I don’t give a damn. So here’s presenting the must-read manual for ex-boyfriends. (How I wish I…
“Do you remember?” he asked.I was silent for a long moment.“Okay, I understand” he said and he walked away. And I was standing on the dark, shiny wet roadSpotted by the reflection of the street lampsThinking, “Do you really?” Do I remember? When I hug someoneMy arms seems to move…
I think the world can be easily divided into two types in a lot of ways. One of them is this: Those who cheat and those who don’t.
A lot of men admit to having been attracted to an older woman at some point of time in their lives. Whether it was the adolescent yearnings towards the teacher/neighbor’s wife/friend’s mother or the preference in the later years for mature women (whether it is actualized or not), there definitely…
My journey through the years traced in a different wish-list at each age – from childhood innocence to adult aspirations.
For ten years I have believed that I was in love. Mad, wild, passionate, head-throbbing, nerve-searing love. And in love with someone who didn’t love me. Or care for me. Or respect me. Or even treat me as a human being. Recently I met someone else who made me feel…