Prologue : Sir Donald Bradman, the greatest batsman ever to grace the game of Cricket, needed just four runs off his last innings to end his career with an above 100 runs per innings average. However, he was, ironically, bowled out for a duck, leaving him with a career average of 99.94. His highest score in tests was 334. Years later, when Mark Taylor, playing at 334*, declared his innings as a mark of respect to Bradman, he was hailed the world over for his sportsmanship. Today, I have kind of followed in Mark Taylor's footsteps. To learn more, read on.
Today was the day when the CAT scorecard came out. And it was a disappointment at first sight in almost all fronts. My %ile score dropped from 99.96 the last time to 99.94 this year. Even in my forte subject, Data Interpretation, my %ile dropped from 100 to 99.99. These figures made me pretty sad, for it was a clear cut sign that I was regressing. Now, considering that I had put in much more efforts the first time around, my performance this time is probably better; but I should have clinched a better score because of relatively greater experience, so the two factors almost cancelled out. And thats what made me sad, for I had fallen, or something of that sort, from my earlier peak, but now looking back at it, I am kind of happy. I have joined Sir Don Bradman, equalling his 99.94 figure. So I am going to dedicate this CAT score to the memory of Sir Bradman, and hope he acknowledges my gesture from heaven the same way he did Taylor's.
Tonight I had a long discussion with my friends over life. Now, as it has often been found out experimentally over my four (and a half??) year stay during long night discussions among our group, politics is the only topic which can make people forego sleep till the wee hours of the morning. So tonight it was surprising to find out another topic to which everyone was ready to contribute and listen attentively. And this conversation told me a lot of new things about myself, and about my friends, and a lot about people and conversations in general.
I realised today, for example, as to how important is listening to a conversation. And I also realised why Ayn Rand was so right and so wrong. She was so right about Howard Roark. But so wrong about Ellsworth Toohey. Ellsworth Toohey is Howard Roark, and Howard Roark is Ellsworth Toohey. I am sorry to sound so much like a baba (this is supposed to be a pun, for those who understand it, that is), but I have never liked the whole theory of objectivism. After reading Fountainhead, I had ghostly visions all night, and I even got a phone call that said, "You have read the Fountainhead, and so you'll be dead in seven days." (Only joking, ofcourse, but it is bad, and whats worse, its big). They say Atlas Shrugged is better, but like they say, once bitten, twice too shy. And Atlas Shrugged is thrice the size of Foutainhead. What better way to get even with a book that has eaten away precious hours of your life and left you with an incomplete feeling (when you were better off studying EE203 or EE205 or one of those arbit Electrical Engineering courses in IIT; it would have atleast assured the four years did not get extended) than to slam it on your blog?
They say good things in life come in small packages. Seems like its very true. Like my company. It offered me a pretty small package, but its turning out to be a good, fun-filled experience for me. I am soon going to pen down my experiences with ADT.
I am just finishing reading Still Life With Woodpecker today. It is a great read, and like all other Tom Robbins' books, makes you think about the serious problems of life in a pretty light mode. Tom Robbins, for the uninitiated, "is a maverick author of eight novels. He is among those authors who attain rockstar status among public in Australia, Europe and USA. He presently resides in Seattle." (This is straight out of the 'About the Author' note from the book.) This book contains answers to important questions such as, "How to make love stay?" and "Who built the Pyramids?" A much recommended book.
Epilogue : Sir Don Bradman is so happy with my gesture, he makes my interview blues go away. (Ghosts can do anything they want, you know.) I have a nice answer to explain my below par CGPA, and my extended degree. And I so impress the interviewers that I get all six final calls. And then suddenly, someone wakes me up.