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How I Got Into Harvard… A witty little anecdote that you may find interesting…
How I Got Into Harvard… I am a pioneering, energetic individual, often seen leaping over medium sized potholes in a single bound. I have been known, during my lunch hour, to re-write the works of Shakespeare, Dickens & Twain, making these literary masterpieces read better in the areas of eloquence and vigor. I decipher hieroglyphics for the blind and translate Klingon for the deaf, I compose award- winning staccatos for the pretentious, suffice to say - I manage time efficiently.
How I Got Into Harvard… I can trace my lineage back beyond Charlemagne and reached self-actualization before I could walk. Occasionally I attempt walking on water and parting the sea with just a glare - a kind of divine intervention I mastered at a yoga class… Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night accusing sloths of being lazy and mules of being stubborn, you know, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
How I Got Into Harvard… In my spare time, I woo women with my sensuous prose, and rescue damsels in distress… I can even navigate old ladies across busy intersections (with a minimum of fatalities) And I bake Thirty-Minute Muffins in Twenty minutes flat. I am what Mozart is to Composition, what Einstein is to Physics - an expert with ‘Most Art’ and a ‘Relative’ of Quantum Mechanics.
How I Got Into Harvard… I have been dubbed an outlaw in France and have circled the Bermuda Triangle – Twice! Just to make sure it was still there. I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Philippines from a marauding swarm of Jelly-fish, using only a pitch fork and a bottle of soy sauce. I play chess blind-folded on Xmas & Bank holidays – something to pass the time
How I Got Into Harvard… I once finished a bowl of soup before a starving, homeless person with only a pair of chopsticks and one hand tied behind my back. I was scouted by the New York Giants, and accepted by the Yankees. I sent the YALE a rejection letter – needless to say, they were hurt. My thoughts on Quantum Physics are Tweeted the world ‘round. Facebook & Instagram mere dinosaurs in my theory of de-evolution
How I Got Into Harvard… I am a modern-day purist, an old-fashioned gentleman at heart, a savvy analyst, and a ruthless violinist. Fashionistas worldwide pay homage to my original line of ‘socks and sandals’ winter-wear. I am a private person, yet I have Likes – and counting.
How I Got Into Harvard… When I'm bored, I design space stations in my backyard, often using equations with point decimals to the power the speed of sound. I enjoy rock climbing by moonlight and playing the piano in the dark. I spent a year in silence… just to better understand the sound of a whis’per.
How I Got Into Harvard… I have been on Deal or No Deal and made the ‘Banker’ an offer he couldn’t refuse; I challenged the Egg-heads, but they declined – hurling profanities, like “genius”, “mastermind” and “oh so sublime” I have my doubts about the question mark ??? I argued Darwin to prophets, gesticulated to a mime, have pondered the heavens and have travelled back in time
How I Got Into Harvard… I can quote extracts from the Holy Scriptures, the Bible and Quran - in Swahili mind you My deftly dexterous paper sculpturing arrangements have earned me international acclaim in origami circles. Parents trust me, children look up to me. I can launch spit balls at small moving objects with amazing accuracy.
How I Got Into Harvard… Parents trust me, children look up to me. I can launch spit balls at small moving objects with amazing accuracy. I once read the complete works of Dante, Michelangelo and Galileo in a single afternoon and still had time to prepare a gourmet meal that evening. I know the dewy decimal code of every book in the library. I sleep once a fortnight; when I do sleep; it’s with one eye open and only to better understand depth’s perception.
How I Got Into Harvard… While vacationing in Tortuga, I successfully negotiated with an unsavory group of hoodlums, the safe release of a hot-dog stand, along with its owner. On weekends, I let off steam by indulging in full-contact crocheting. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life, but alas, forgot to write it down.
How I Got Into Harvard… I have bathe with dolphins in Haiti, had tea with the Queen, sang sonnets with blue jays and sought serenity with Tibetan monks I have conquered the Himalayas and circumnavigated the globe. I have travelled back and forth in time and perfected the aging of wine… But I have not yet been to Harvard. Thank You Kind Regards Nishlan Pillay Linkedin: uk.linkedin.com/in/nishlanpillay