snapshots from hell ( and also from schools, colleges and jobs)

During my first year of B school, i read a book called 'the snapshots from hell'. It was about the experiences of a guy in Stanford, the whole thing about a B school, classes, relationships, internship, assignments and job interviews.

After reading the book, i decided that i will write such a book about my own experiences in the B school. Maybe i felt like i was in a similar kind of Hell (for entirely different reasons though). Then i thought that maybe i should wait for a few years so that people will not know which B school i was writing about ( because they would have forgotten about the instances i was referring too)

Guess what, quite a lot of people hijacked the idea and started publishing such books, starting from the delightful '5 point someone', very interesting and reminscence inducing Mediocre But Arrogant and the very silly and tepid ' Anything for you Ma'am'.

Then i discovered a niche which nobody by then had caught on to, a novel about the job (a fictional account obviously). Then i hapenned to glance through a book called 'Peice of Cake' and now i see that idea of mine flying away too to sit on somebody else's head.

what next.................................... any ideas?

maybe a book about house hunting in Bombay.

Got meself thinking about anger. People say I have a short temper, when I get angry; every thing just exacerbates the feeling. I start shaking, shouting and sometimes start punching the wall and throwing things. But one thing is inevitable the feeling of guilt and shame at myself after the anger subsides. There is a physical pain after the anger subsides.

Some people when angry are not prone to showing the anger in the form of shouting or any other visible form. They would sulk and indulge into, what we term in our own lingo as cold war.

I cannot take the cold war kind of anger. I have studied in an all boys school. I am used to the cuss laden, punching and kicking type of anger displays on each other. Why? You may ask. Because then the same two people who were baying for each other’s blood, will be seen eating from the same lunch box, or together bullying the same poor kid. Nobody could afford to be seen sulking, for the fear of being branded a sissy and booted out of the group. That made me the strong supporter of ‘wham bam, lets be friends again’ type of anger.

Somebody said that as we grow, our souls start getting polluted more and more, from the absolutely innocent soul of a newborn baby. Maybe that’s what is called maturity in our civilization. Mature and civilized people in this world do not display their anger; they keep it in, simmering. They would not talk to the cause of the anger, they would turn their faces away, they would not even tell the person the cause of the anger (especially when the poor ‘cause’ made them angry inadvertently). They would just bottle it up, often imagining alternate ways of avenging their honor (just imagining, because in the civilized world revenge is not a decent thing to inflict).