“Murphy law applies to me”

Quite a bit of time has passed from the day I had been bitten by the romance bug which thereby resulted in mass production of numerous Romantic / Sad / Pathetic / Vague poems ornamenting my year old blog. Repetition had become a way of how I thought until a particular person rose me up from my timeless stupor. So much had changed around me, I was not the same. My condition had gone for an all time dive down Niagara Falls. Murphy Law had already screwed me long back... Only the realization came a bit too late ….


As the great Mr. Edwin Murphy has irritatingly stated “Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way”. Those of you who doesn’t know much about Murphy law it simply means that if there's more than one possible outcome of a job or task, and one of those outcomes will result in disaster or an undesirable consequence, then somebody will do it that way. Looking back at How my life has progressed ever since I left Pune , things have not been so rosy as I expected it would be .

Totally disheveled and broken I had left Pune in a search for a new life , not knowing that all my answers would eventually bring me back in pieces. It was such a convenient decision to run away from all the fears and pain that I thought surrounded me . Didn’t even think of showing some courage and standing up and taking a control of my life to make things better. No , I chose to run away and ended up paying a big price. May be it was my destiny or may be it was the Murphy law kicking in yet again... I had already made my decision and for the first time in my life I decided to stand up for a choice I had made not considering the price I was expected to pay..

I can still remember standing at the exit of the evening train out of Pune feeling all elated and confused at the same time . For long I had attributed all the sadness to the place then why was I confused and a tad sad about my departure. Was it possible that a little part of me knew that eventually this place or rather a special person who was lost herself, held all the answers for me? Could it be that all the pain that I felt came in from my heart while Pune did what it could to prepare me for the worse.

Even though I decided to pursue a management course in a college which was by no means the best of all the available options I never regretted the fact . There hasn’t been a day that I haven’t spent regretting that I should have regretted then and gone back to her... It was one of those strange experiences where the realms of realities and fantasy merged thereby giving rise to the most beautiful illusion. My first year at IBS kolkata was a fairy tale gone really bad. No matter how hard I tried to prove my mettle and prove myself worthy of the money being spent on me, I always brought home more disappointment. Life has always been a gamble of choices and I had already made mine.

So many choices which were ethical just pushed me further in the rut while the unethical ones reaped reward for those who chose to kill their inner voice. It was probably one of the worst phases in my life and was on the verge of giving up on the resolve of fighting it through. Mr. Murphy never had a broader smile on his sad face.

It is said that night is darkest before the sun rises... My dawn had come. We found each other and embarked on a magical journey beyond the realms of our dreams. She saved me and I gave her strength. It was sort of a unspoken promise. A pact which did not need either a stamp or a signature. I had never known love and she was too broken to trust . Its funny how we gave each other a reason to breathe and live for one more morning.

Distances even though have ruined the idea of a perfect romance but at the same time it has resolved the will to overcome the barriers of physical lust and concentrate at the finer aspects of a relationship. Second semester was a sad repetition of the its predecessor


A wake up call for the sleeping senses. Why should I go the right way and suffer while I could be wrong and yet be right. I adopted the way of the masses and was rewarded. my existence was noticed and was known for what I was good at . Presentations and public speaking had always been my forte but increased interest in me by the opposite sex didn’t hurt. Again I had to deal with choices and am not sorry that I stooped below the standards and didn’t hesitate to hit below the belt. I guess the stench has infected me too.

Summer training at Pepsi made me realize quite a few things which I had chose to neglect on previous occasion. It was not the 50 degree centigrade temperature or neither were the naxalites who were always adamant on blowing up a bus of two that posed a danger to my existence. It was my very own faculty guide back at my esteemed institution ( Pun intended ) who was determined to make my life a living hell despite of my best efforts. Mr. Murphy how do you do it every time? I had a choice of either working as per instructed or to goof off and butter the great IIM Kol alumni. I chose to work and my grades again dipped to an all time low. Is a significant decrease in my academic credentials inversely related to all the right choices? I don’t know... But may be I will find it someday.

After the initial shock of a pathetic grade (The guy who apple polished and had a project that could be sold for peanuts, got an ‘A’ grade. I had to settle for a B) I have started considering the matters regarding apple polishing,. Buttering and up to some extent a bit of shoe licking to be serious productive activates. Can you blame me?

So here I stand only a few months away from my placements hoping that the law is proved to be wrong for once... May the soul of Edwin Murphy stay far far away from me. May he rest in pieces...