A Lot Like Love

Don't fall for the misleading title, I have more to talk about than just love today. Or should I say- more than just one of its dimensions.

I had a satisfactory class performance this week, with both Prof. Peter McClure and Prof. Pratyush Bharati having to forcibly shift their gazes from my raised hand so that others would get a chance. The case study on Duncan Industries was particularly interesting where we had to investigate the feasibility of a Canadian hoist manufacturer's plan of expanding into the European market over strengthening the muscle of its US distributors. It was rich in content and typical of the Harvard case studies. If you want the case highlights, ask me later :D

Yesterday was V-day and I had my Economics class in the evening. Love was in the air and even Prof Eric Hayden seemed to have apperceived it when he airily concluded the class saying: In Economics or in love, the only thing that is constant is change. I smiled at the truth of the statement. If not the object of your affection, at least your expression has to/will change over time.

~When I was in Kindergarten, love meant the chicken legs that Mom would always give bro and me and I would ask : Why don't you have them yourself? They are the tastiest part ! She'd smile and say : " The chicken had only two legs and I don't fancy them much anyways." I knew she lied because she loved us and she'd rather let us have them. How can someone not like chicken legs? :D

~When I was 13, love meant the popular senior in school I had a crush on. Well, half the school had a crush on him, from pimple adorned teenagers to some young female teachers. I'd wait for his bus to school cross mine at a common stop and I'd always want to sit near the rear window so that I could catch a glimpse of him.

~When I was 16, love meant going out with my best friend, Rai and buying gifts for each other. It also meant the English tuitions I had with a Professor who enkindled my love for the language. I was doing well at school, but I always looked forward to attending his classes on Friday evenings where we would write a composition for 45 minutes and he'd grade them. Getting a B+ in one of the compositions was a lifetime achievement for his students and getting "Not fail" in his Preposition tests meant 10/10. I had a record for that. Unfortunately, I have been out of practice. He has been right. You tend to forget your lessons if you don't revise.

~When I was 19, love meant the beady eyed guy who was hopelessly in love with me and would write poems for me but whose advances I ignored because I thought being single was cool.

~When I was 22, love meant my parents, who were with me through thick and thin. It was also what made Dad buy flowers for Mom even after 27 years of marriage.

I am 24 now, and love to me is Marketing Management class by Peter McClure on Tuesday evening :D

It's his remembering that she loves steamed dumplings.

It's giving a card which simply says:



It is wanting to grow wrinkly and toothless together.

It is someone's desire to see you grow perfect in every way, each day.

But most importantly, it is giving myself a chance to be me. :)
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Thought for the day
When you make the finding yourself - even if you're the last person on Earth to see the light - you'll never forget it.
-Carl Sagan