I'm going to K!

I had a feeling that the day was going to be good. Woke up nice and fresh (nearly 9 hours of sleep...bliss!), went through the daily rituals of getting ready for office, reached office in a good mood! Logged on to IIMC's website to check the result. After a wait of 10 seconds or so..."Your name does not appear in the list of selected candidates or the waitlisted candidates."
Heartbeat quickens, but still sure that I made a mistake in entering the details, I go back to the previous page and enter them again, more deliberately this time. Again the same dreaded message!
The world slows down around me...heartbeat rises further, mind goes numb..."Jeez! What now?"
I check the result at least 8 times that day, hoping against hope that there had been a mistake, I must have done something wrong earlier.
Eventually look at other results, no go in IIMA (as if I didn't know), waitlisted in IIMI, got through IIMK! Something to ponder about...
I went at 11 PM, feeling confused and a little insecure. Probably one of the most important decisions of my life (right up there with "whether to buy a PSP!") lay ahead...join this year or wait for next year.
Over the next several days, asked loads of people about joining that year or not...got mostly positive opinions, along with the profound but practically useless statement - "Ultimately it is your own decision that matters!". Tried to sit alone at home and think; tried visiting the mall and sitting among the milling (or mall-ing, whatever) crowd..waiting for the mythical bolt of enlightenment to strike me. No success...
How did I finally decide? Hard to say how the decision was made, may be the fact that I did not want to go through the horrible GD/PI phase again was drilled in my subconscious...but what happened was perhaps akin to the Kekule and Ouroboros incident! Still undecided, I went to sleep one night and woke up the next day with a crystal clear thought, "I'm going to K!".