While I was seeking answers for many questions I was searching for a word to explain my state of mind. Aahh got it, "Self imposed pressure." It used to get even worse when we 7 classmates/house mates used to sit and talk about placements and future job prospects. 6 dravidians and a strong gujju (gujurati). That one year of madness in Mumbai, was a good enough lesson, to understand human behavior from various parts of India. Atleast the south and the west. We might have not yielded much academically that year, but living together with 6 different personalities was a lesson that life taught me. We called ourselves 7 deadly sins, fancy that !
Every rupee was treated with utmost diligence. To frankly say, we were running a proper domestic unit, with a couple of my closest friends doing the duty as the Mother and father of the house. In the sense, that they were taking care of accounts, cooking, cleaning preaching, teaching & what not. The joint committee meetings were insanely funny, thanks to our juke box, Sean Rolden, who provided music, jokes, stand up and a mimicry of EA Sports' Cricket '97. Every moment of living in that house, was invaluable and beyond words to express. Experiences that I take away from that house is innumerable. It played a key part in moulding me to what I am today, with respect to my career . I miss that family very much.
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