Etiology of accidents!
I have had far too many accidents in my life for my comfort. Each time I rise from the detritus (meta-carpel of the big toe permitting), dust myself, blame it on the startled poor little road side pig, the lights that never went off, the government that proactively tries to address the possible causes including an early morning drinking problem, bad luck and basically everything in the way, means and ends included. Why do such force majeure occur so often and why me?
An event of such unfailing regularity deserves the diagnostic analysis of a pathological condition.
The prelude
The pen is mightier than the sword. I think everyone agrees with this. Swordsmanship can only effect a temporal or spatial influence on the course of humanity while the written word can have its influence transcend both time and space. And if you take liberties with the might of the pen it will come back to haunt you for eternity. My IIM B pre-interview form was a case in point, which perhaps laid the basis of the ensuing fiasco.I will try to be brutal in this necropsy as only such extremist rationale makes the scrutiny objective by countervailing my self-indulgent bias.
The usual suspects
I me myself! Yes ofcourse I was asked for an introduction and a sales pitch is what I can not make for life or money. A spontaneuos synopsis of my exploits at work followed. The endless drone was stalled midway by the panel which was already looking lost.
History
The history of the case suggested that nothing short of a blunder would see me fail at the hustings. But the funny thing about blunders is that though they are the most unlikely of events to occur yet they always catch you sleeping at the switch. I was grilled on my number of CAT attempts and I blurted out a number greater than one. The panel just tried to look funny and I in all my wisdom moved in to elaborate on the same in an unnecessary defense that compromised my position. The retaliatory bluster too further dented my chances.
Comedy of errors
To add some zing to the discussion I quoted my need for speed and fascination with mad men rolling in a coffin for miles on end for a bottle of rotten sugar syrup (we call it Formula1)
The erudite panel however didn't find the idea interesting enough and instead chose to dwell on stochastic study of Indo-Pak cricket. My well-crafted, supposedly safe rationale was turned upside down as India lost the test match at Bangalore which I had statistically predicted as just a tightly contested draw.
The alluvion of stock market melt downs
Confidence and fool hardiness go hand in hand. One needs a continued spate of good luck to break the barrier of the immediate horizon. That somehow never happens with me. I loose all but win just enough to continue betting.
An event of such unfailing regularity deserves the diagnostic analysis of a pathological condition.
The prelude
The pen is mightier than the sword. I think everyone agrees with this. Swordsmanship can only effect a temporal or spatial influence on the course of humanity while the written word can have its influence transcend both time and space. And if you take liberties with the might of the pen it will come back to haunt you for eternity. My IIM B pre-interview form was a case in point, which perhaps laid the basis of the ensuing fiasco.I will try to be brutal in this necropsy as only such extremist rationale makes the scrutiny objective by countervailing my self-indulgent bias.
The usual suspects
I me myself! Yes ofcourse I was asked for an introduction and a sales pitch is what I can not make for life or money. A spontaneuos synopsis of my exploits at work followed. The endless drone was stalled midway by the panel which was already looking lost.
History
The history of the case suggested that nothing short of a blunder would see me fail at the hustings. But the funny thing about blunders is that though they are the most unlikely of events to occur yet they always catch you sleeping at the switch. I was grilled on my number of CAT attempts and I blurted out a number greater than one. The panel just tried to look funny and I in all my wisdom moved in to elaborate on the same in an unnecessary defense that compromised my position. The retaliatory bluster too further dented my chances.
Comedy of errors
To add some zing to the discussion I quoted my need for speed and fascination with mad men rolling in a coffin for miles on end for a bottle of rotten sugar syrup (we call it Formula1)
The erudite panel however didn't find the idea interesting enough and instead chose to dwell on stochastic study of Indo-Pak cricket. My well-crafted, supposedly safe rationale was turned upside down as India lost the test match at Bangalore which I had statistically predicted as just a tightly contested draw.
The alluvion of stock market melt downs
Confidence and fool hardiness go hand in hand. One needs a continued spate of good luck to break the barrier of the immediate horizon. That somehow never happens with me. I loose all but win just enough to continue betting.
posted by Prashant at 7:08 PM
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