Placements time...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Why today is such a disaster!
Effed up my derivatives test. Ignored a sleep related problem for 4-5 days and bang! on the day when I should be there I am nowhere. No sleep. No enthusiasm. No urgency. No result. Such a screw up.
Need a break. Planning to go to my sister's place and live like a day scholar for a few days.
Need a break. Planning to go to my sister's place and live like a day scholar for a few days.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Some new friends... And some old ones...
In the process of navigating through an MBA every student goes through a process of re-alignment. It is a natural process, you scale up or down your expectations, opinions and friend circle. It is, quite simply, an exigency of life!
You get a chance to meet new older people, spend time with old newer people and basically tie yourself to different shores at different times. Perspective, is quite simply, a luxury. A major reason for this, in my 2p opinion, is the nature of an MBA. It takes only those who are relatively skilled, are alert (supposedly, I am definitely not!) and are competitive (Mine is barbaric, or so I believe to gee myself up!)
Therefore, for a drifter, its important to have one anchor - mine was 47/48 and then you try and see what the rest adds up to. I was pleasantly surprised in this one regard.
47/48 have reached the product maturity stage, we are not in daily touch, live nearby and yet faraway, do very different things, and yet touch each others' life peripherally - its more of an in-out kind of situation. We know the basics - we catch up on the facts.
Since, I am now in second yr :D I would use no more euphemisms. Mr. Brown aka Harish is my roomie. For most part we live in companianable silence. He does his own thing, I do mine. Or act.
Our room is also a refreshing dichotomy of differences - he gets on with the game, and his "workspace" reflects it. There is enough clutter to convince a child to stay there for 2 hours and explore things to his/her heart's content. My half is more organised - its the control freak inside me that wants geometric lines to all my books' arrangement, precision, no dust, blah.. and all the while, the core components remain unused.. largely. Harish fares much better - his mental
matrix views new books not as great voyages of discoveries, except some ;), but more practical jigsaw pieces to what he figures is already an edifice taking shape. Mine is a flight of fancy that attains desperate proportions the night before exams. The chalk n cheese line runs dead center through my room. We have,after an year together, picked each others' punch lines, moods and idiosyncracies.. one of mine is thumbing your new books and looks like going nowhere for another hour :( Nah, he left! ;)
Nothing of much importance is coming to mind here, except that in my third trimester, I tried to try my butt off, my standards are pretty average, and went to the S P J sports event with a great bunch of people whom I did not know all that well.. till then...
More on that trip and this amazingly talented group in the next blogpost...
Btw.. ppl.. you know who you are... so there are no prizes!
We ll sit together and recreate that eventful train ride. And then the awesome night when myBuddy was blowing his nose in the loo next door.. How you persuaded me not to venture into the calling night, fearing for my performance, and how you had nothing to fear.... ;)
I think a few of you guys missed it.. This year there would be no omissions.. Amen!
You get a chance to meet new older people, spend time with old newer people and basically tie yourself to different shores at different times. Perspective, is quite simply, a luxury. A major reason for this, in my 2p opinion, is the nature of an MBA. It takes only those who are relatively skilled, are alert (supposedly, I am definitely not!) and are competitive (Mine is barbaric, or so I believe to gee myself up!)
Therefore, for a drifter, its important to have one anchor - mine was 47/48 and then you try and see what the rest adds up to. I was pleasantly surprised in this one regard.
47/48 have reached the product maturity stage, we are not in daily touch, live nearby and yet faraway, do very different things, and yet touch each others' life peripherally - its more of an in-out kind of situation. We know the basics - we catch up on the facts.
Since, I am now in second yr :D I would use no more euphemisms. Mr. Brown aka Harish is my roomie. For most part we live in companianable silence. He does his own thing, I do mine. Or act.
Our room is also a refreshing dichotomy of differences - he gets on with the game, and his "workspace" reflects it. There is enough clutter to convince a child to stay there for 2 hours and explore things to his/her heart's content. My half is more organised - its the control freak inside me that wants geometric lines to all my books' arrangement, precision, no dust, blah.. and all the while, the core components remain unused.. largely. Harish fares much better - his mental
matrix views new books not as great voyages of discoveries, except some ;), but more practical jigsaw pieces to what he figures is already an edifice taking shape. Mine is a flight of fancy that attains desperate proportions the night before exams. The chalk n cheese line runs dead center through my room. We have,after an year together, picked each others' punch lines, moods and idiosyncracies.. one of mine is thumbing your new books and looks like going nowhere for another hour :( Nah, he left! ;)
Nothing of much importance is coming to mind here, except that in my third trimester, I tried to try my butt off, my standards are pretty average, and went to the S P J sports event with a great bunch of people whom I did not know all that well.. till then...
More on that trip and this amazingly talented group in the next blogpost...
Btw.. ppl.. you know who you are... so there are no prizes!
We ll sit together and recreate that eventful train ride. And then the awesome night when myBuddy was blowing his nose in the loo next door.. How you persuaded me not to venture into the calling night, fearing for my performance, and how you had nothing to fear.... ;)
I think a few of you guys missed it.. This year there would be no omissions.. Amen!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Jeez.. it's been a long time...
Been a long time coming.
Well a lot happened in my life since I was last here. I moved onto my second year at ABCD. For starters, I no longer live in the same place. New hostel is new as in it has been designed by a creative Government babu I think... the "old" was bad but better...
Our room of 6 is now 3 rooms of 2. Harish & I room together. Jha n Johnny Walker, Giri and Nag. There were some best laid plans gone awry in this case as well . More later.
A lot happened since I was last here. Navigated first yr. Did summers in Bombay. Fell in love with the place. A friend died. Another friend's dad died. Another friend's fiancee married someone else very conveniently. Crazy Life!
Another friend relocated. Not before prodding me to write this again. You have no idea how much I missed this. I would happily write till 2 but for a writeup I must give to the Dragon today.
Loads of crap in college as well. Well... life goes on. (More on them later!)
Made new friends.. Got in touch with some very old ones. Or rather they managed to look me up and knocked some sense in me.
Life called. I answered. I live.
Well a lot happened in my life since I was last here. I moved onto my second year at ABCD. For starters, I no longer live in the same place. New hostel is new as in it has been designed by a creative Government babu I think... the "old" was bad but better...
Our room of 6 is now 3 rooms of 2. Harish & I room together. Jha n Johnny Walker, Giri and Nag. There were some best laid plans gone awry in this case as well . More later.
A lot happened since I was last here. Navigated first yr. Did summers in Bombay. Fell in love with the place. A friend died. Another friend's dad died. Another friend's fiancee married someone else very conveniently. Crazy Life!
Another friend relocated. Not before prodding me to write this again. You have no idea how much I missed this. I would happily write till 2 but for a writeup I must give to the Dragon today.
Loads of crap in college as well. Well... life goes on. (More on them later!)
Made new friends.. Got in touch with some very old ones. Or rather they managed to look me up and knocked some sense in me.
Life called. I answered. I live.
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