To CAT or not to CAT

The two year itch syndrome seemed to have infected me. Wait; Its been just one year since I landed the job of software engineer in my dream company. But I tend to catch all infections at the earliest.
So I declared to Mom over the phone “I am going to write CAT this year.” “Good. Its just 2 months away but give it your best shot” Mom said. “I will.”

Mom had been trying to stuff my brain with enough reasons to get an MBA. Everyother person now was a software engineer. After being in Banglore for some time I know thats a fact. You pick up any self-respecting stone that obeys Newton’s laws, and hurl it; it will either hit a software engineer or you will be running for dear life from a street dog.

Next day, I astonished my roommates by getting up at the unholy hour of 7 am and sitting down with CAT material. From the next day, I astonished myself by not even caring to look at the CAT material.
I was in the exam hall. All my hopes went down the drain, not when I saw the question paper but when I saw the examination hall; Not a single good looking girl!
I decided to take revenge, I’m going to attempt all questions; negative marks or not.

20 answers and 100 guesses later, I came out beaming. 2 months later I find out that I have not done as badly as I hoped to. Maybe I will use guessing as my secret weapon next time around.

Its that time of the year again whence I once again have to decide whether to CAT or take the risk of being hit by a stone hurled by some person who read my blog and actually decided to experiment. As I expected, Mom gave me a sermon this time too when I went home. Dad shared the same sentiments. Dad is an “Am I right or am I right” guy. You don’t say No for an answer to Dad, and I learned that the hard way.

If you can’t beat ‘em; try to beat ‘em, and if you can’t even try to beat ‘em, join ‘em. So maybe I’ll try to bell the CAT this time, or atleast decide to buy a bell.
Once I have decided to decide that, things are easy - well I just have to find out if the cockroaches have left out any part of the CAT material (I am sure they would have left out atleast the Data Interpretation books - even the cocroaches wouldn't want to chew into that!), then I have to fight with my friends to get the T.V.Carton-turned-into-ironing-table to be T.V.Carton-turned-into-studytable for a while, then I have to actually decide to dedicate ONE whole hour each day to studies, and then... no lets stop it at that.

So dear roomies, don’t get surprised if you get to see me getting up at 7 am for more than one day. But I sincerely hope this time round there would be more pretty girls in the exam hall.