Term 1 - Intiial days......Post Mid-terms

June 14, 2006 to August 3, 2006. More than a month. Yes. That’s the time I have kept away from blogging. Lack of time after coming here is one reason that can be used any point of time. But to this I would add plain laziness to sit and type certain things. But then, they are just “certain things”, its just that I can’t identify where and how to place them.

One of my friends said, MBA – leadership, motivation, constipation and loose motion. They are all the same here in an MBA. Very true. Period.

The initial days here were fun to say the least. This statement doesn’t mean that its not fun anymore but now things are changing. Hopefully for the better. Rushing through project deadlines and googlising has become a part of every other person out here. Somehow I don’t find google useful in such kind of projects but then you also have to hail the power of group work where you end up feeling sorry why you actually think differently because you don’t actually use google. I must also confess here that I have nothing against Google but I always keep it as the last resort as much as possible. Learning. Application. Putting things into practice. Now, these were all words that I used more often than once in those interviews that I appeared for. So far things have been good but this concept of just working for the deadlines seem to kill each every aspect written right there.

It would surly not be fair if I give my thoughts on SADA. Now, SADA is one of the nine subjects which actually stands for Societal Analysis and Developmental Alternatives. Somehow I just don’t seem to dig it for reasons more than one. And the best part is I don’t know whom to blame.

Whereas, there is Financial and Cost Accounting. Now don’t even get me started on that. PL statement . Cash flow statement and balance sheet give me a feeling that very soon I ll loose my mental balance.

Of course, how could I miss out on the concept called Class Participation(CP). Now this is some hell of an idea by the faculty in the campus. Giving marks to students on the basis if their level of participation. I have come up with a law which goes thus-

The amount of CP and the dumbness quotient of a question taken up by a person is directly proportional to the time spent by a person sleeping in the class.

However , I feel that the faculty can easily differentiate the men from the boys when it comes to CP, at least. Oh, its really a shame that people are in their early, mid late 20s and still copy so shamelessly in exams as if this is the end of the world. I find it even more surpsring because it is in subjects like where what the professor wants is your opinion and not your neighbour’s.

Sometimes I feel like running away. Running away from this madness. Only thing that keeps me going is the fact that I m not alone in this haze out here. Every other person is equally lost. Time flies out here. Its been just over a month here and I have had my midterms, made some good friends, made some not so good ones as well. But life goes on. And it sure will.

From XIMB

this one is a post for naam ke vaaste( for names's sake)

just to register the day before the classes start at XIMB.

Crap, Movies et al

Every time I sit to blog I put so much thought into things like what should I write about, how should I start and how long should be it, etc. My responses for each of them being different everytime. But the truth being that none of them actually matter. Why?

Because I write crap. Big time crap( But then, I m happy thinking that when I person says that I so crappy. Its all relative to something he thinks is crappy, which actually may not sound look, or even taste crappy to me).

Why do I write so bad? No, I don’t say so. The Microsoft Word says so by drawing a long green ugly curly line right across the second sentence of this entry of mine. As if that ugly line is going to change the meaning I’m trying to put across. There is that ugly line there again. Oh! Puh-leez leave me alone Mr. Bill Gates…I prefer to write I m rather than I’m. Is that clear?

The week so far had been filled with movies. With some of them being good and others really horrible to say the least. However let me clarify that not all of them are new. In fact only one of tem is new. Rest are at last a more than a month old and the oldest one is at least three decades old.

List of the ones that I saw: National Treasure, Who Am I? , Mr and Mrs Smith, Swayamvaram(Mal), Darna Zaroori Hai(Hindi), Being Cyrus. The last one being the best of the lot.

In the meantime this news about this author called Kaavya Vishwanathan has really got me interested. Apparently, she wrote a book called How Opal Mehta which was so lifted from other books written by another lady. It was smart work I must admit. Change the name of the character in question and ythe place he eats and what he eats and impress her readers as if its her own idea. Does she really think that people are fools and wont b able to make out? Anyways, she has apologized to the author who accused her of plagiarism and said that she admired Ms McCafferty for what she wrote. And they formed such an impressing on her mind that It somehow showed in Kaavyya writing too…. She still doesn’t understand ? Does she? Kaavya. We Are NOT fools. Do you get it? I love J D SALINGER. I read catcher in the rye whenever I m bored or alone. That does not mean that the book I write will be about a kid from college whose name was Jason Matheson. Crap. That what it is.

If you are interested just check the comparison for yourself here .

Anyways this entry ends right where it started. CRAP. Sorry to end on that stinky note ;-)

Forwards

Usually I just delete those numerous forwards that i get in my inbox. Read this one somewhere. Just read it. Somewhere down the line you may feel like you are reading about yourself. Whoever wrote this and if you are reading this, you are way to good, MAN!!!

It is when you stop going along with the crowd andstart realizing that there are a lot of things aboutyourself that you didn't know and may or may not like.You start feeling insecure and wonder where you willbe in a year or two, but then get scared because youbarely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that,maybe, those friends that you thought you were soclose to aren't exactly the greatest people you haveever met and the people you have lost touch with aresome of the most important ones. What you do notrealize is that they are realizing that too and arenot really cold or catty or mean or insincere, butthat they are as confused as you.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what youthought you would be doing or maybe you are lookingfor one and realizing that you are going to have tostart at the bottom and are scared.

You miss the comforts of college, of groups, ofsocializing with the same people on a constant basis.But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.

You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gottenstronger. You see what others are doing and findyourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundariesin your life and add things to your list of what isacceptable and what is not. You are insecure and thensecure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force ofyour life. You feel alone and scared and confused.Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling onto the past with dear life but soon realize that thepast is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone youloved could do such damage to you or you lay in bedand wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough toget to know better. You love someone but maybe lovesomeone else too and cannot figure out why you aredoing this because you are not a bad person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to lookcheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiotstarts to look pathetic. You go through the sameemotions and questions over and over and talk withyour friends about the same topics because you cannotseem to make a decision.

You worry about loans and money and the future andmaking a life for yourself and while wining the racewould be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading thisrelates to it. We are in our best of times and ourworst of times, trying as hard as we can to figurethis whole thing out.

r.i.p

This post is surely going to one of the many weird or sad or I-dont-know-what-crap-to-call-it kinda posts I m going to write.

Our house is a place where you get to see a lot of cats(NO. Not as pets. Stray cats.). Fat cats, slender cats, dirty cats, smelly or rather stinking cats. You name it. Its there. Anyways, her is what happened. I woke in the morning and as usual was hanging around in the kitchen getting my breakfast and all. In the meantime was just talking to my mother about whther she believes in a thing called 'soul'. Whether all living thing have a soul and I just happened to ask her whether all an animal also has a soul? Is mind synonymous with soul? Anyways the questions that i asked her is not the point. While I was asking those questions, I happened to see this little cat in our backyard. And as usual, simply for the heck of it,I tried to scare it away. But it never moved. I tried again but the same happened. That cat was staring right at me as if it ll jump right at me and gouge my eyes our or something like that. But somewhere I felt that it wont be able to do that. That cat was not doing all that great i felt. I called my mother and told her the same. And then we left it at that. Things went on as usual. Breakfast. TV. Mail.TV.Lunch. India wins. Friends. Dinner. After dinner, my mother tells me that the cat we saw in the morning lay dead in the backyard this evening while was at my friend's place.

When I started to type this out, I felt that what happened was kinda sad or weird. But now, I guess there is nothing much to it.

May the Cat's 'soul' rest in peace. R.I.P.

I'm through....At last

Yes. That is what I got to see yesterday morning.



Just when I was thinking of things not working out with me, these guys come and spring this helluva surprise on me. As I have no other admits till date, all i can say is Xavier Institute Of Management, Bhubaneshwar - watch out because I'm there. I'm happy. :-)

Now what this means is I get to go to one of the better B-schools in India. This also means that I get to spend two years of my life in Eastern India( Bhubaneshwar, Orissa - to be precise), which till now was not anywhere on my lists of I-have-been-there cities. So the list now is Trivandrum,Bangalore,Patiala, Mumbai, Bhubaneshwar. it also means that I get to move out of Trivandrum, one of the places I dread (not because of the city, but its citizens out here). And what it also means is - I'm gonna miss home.:-(

All in all, I 'm happy. :-)

PS: Added the last line of the post just b'cos I didnt want to end it with the sad smiley in the earlier line. ;-)

Dullest Blog

The Dullest Blog

It really is the dullest for sure. Makes me happy when I see those kinda posts. I dont want to brag or anything but I write better than all of them anyday anytime.