Counting down....

Just one more day left before the big one. Just 37 hours before one finally faces one’s fears. While I am relaxed in the thought that this isn’t the beginning of the end for anything, it surely would the end of the beginning of my attempt to get into a management school this year. The previous statement could be misread to imply that the battle has been conceded before firing even a single shot. Au contraire, I just wish to say that on the 18th will be decided whether I am prepared enough to be called upon by some of the most illustrious management schools of the country this year. So, to Fate, and to Fortune! :)

P.S.: This isn't the only test that I am giving, so the Fates may smile someplace, if not here, though if they smile here, I would be most glad (who wouldn't?).

How doth the Cheshire CAT smile.....?

Enough is enough! Sloth is evil, one of the cardinal sins, and I have sinned as much as can be borne. Now it is time to gather my energies and start my preparations to slay the dragon (not that I am anywhere close to being a knight in shining armor; more like a fool on a donkey). The Cheshire CAT smiles and smiles to Kingdom come, taunting me. It is time I showed it who's the boss, or is it?
November's D-Day, and the weather's going to be rough till then. The seas will be treacherous and my boat is bound to spring many leaks, but there will be no one to assist me, and I can expect no one to assist me either. I don't know how to tie some ropes, how to pull up the sails and to navigate some straits, but there is no Divine Providence waiting to grant me that wisdom; I have to get wise on my own.

Shay was right when he said, "Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will, but remember it didn't work for the rabbit." I have neither a rabbit nor rabbit's foot; I hope something works out for me!