Some endings. And some beginnings.

It is very strange... this corporate world.
I am back working.
Or I am back to work.
2 years of MBA are over. This blog was started to commemorate the beginning of my course. No.. This blog was started to celebrate the beginning of my course. I think I wrote "Things would go wrong before they turn out right" in the very first post.

Monday June 28th 2010 11:20:23 AM
Cafe Italia cup on the desk.
The e has a sort of thing on top which I see a lot in Spanish. Its called accent. I don't know how its pronounced. You see.. I bunked the first half of Spanish and GPRS bailed me out in the other. The class was a study in morbid suspense for a 26+ (now 27+) who feared being heaped with school time scorn and derision by the teacher aka psychopath aka HispanicIdiot.Org. But not enough to start studying Spanish. I know.. I dig their women. Or so I thought. Actually, never seen one, met one or slept with one.

You see, it was complicated.

We digress. Let's come back to Monday. We would have to go back & forth to make sense out of this. And I will stop to take breather, a toilet break or just plain petulance break. I might go away for an year. I might just close this blog. I can do that. I call it.. restoring the balance.

You see.. One of the things I learnt in "My Two Years" was the word "Take Away". So what did I take away ??

A sleeper class degree, a scrambled certification, many disinterested hours in class and a general sense that I should have picked my subjects better. No wait.. the subjects were good. Or is it just my "mine is way bigger than yours" attitude kicking in reflex? Sometimes I wonder, I did chart an entirely different course. Took up stuff on my plate which I had never done before. But somewhere along the way, what should have been fun.. Did not remain so. Became montonous. Was it me, my teachers, the college dog who was a she & died or just the Cosmos (not the football club) ?

Monday June 28th 2010 11:31: 37 AM
Why do I get so much organization Spam ??
1) eLearning made easy in 5 easy steps
2) Doctor on the floor. Convenient. 5 km's away in a separate building
3) Referal emails
4) Visa, Network downtime emails
5) Performance Management, Timesheet Deadline lapse
6) Conference call codes
7) New conference call timings
8) Nice job John mails
9) Other assorted bullshit

o n btw, why do IT mails start with Hi. Whatever happened to Dear Ms. Kaul or Dear Mr. Bhutani ? (Ms. Kaul & Mr. Bhutani are kindergarten kids I know. They frequently eat each others tiffin and then start fighting. Lovely.)

I want to write to my manager. My Dear Santosh, My Dear Aruna, My Dear... I just have the urge to write today.

Sometime in December 2009. No bullshit. The date's etched in my head. 23rd December 2009. I did an interview for a job I wanted. I knew this one did not go well. Panicked a bit? You see, my poker voice did not fail me. It was my poker face.

I did not wear a suit or a tie everyday. In fact, I never wore them. Except during.. Yes. "My Two Years" I never ever heard my throat palpitate. Until then. And then I missed a sitter that brought some embarassed silence. Trouble. Time to fight. C'mon you fuck. I string a few after that. Are we back from the brink ? I just love that feeling. Being back. Its like scoring on the first meeting after a goofed up pickup-gone-wrong line. Have you ever had that feeling ? No.. don't answer. Its kind of personal.

We discuss this & that. Can you find your own accomodation in Mumbai? Waves of joy. Oh yes... I fucking can. I' ll sleep on Worli station. No problem. Some papers shuffle. A cough here or there. We both know why. Something is not quite right here. Waves of regret.

Have you ever been to a bar & met a girl you really wanted to talk to? The type that become more alluring once they open their mouth ? The happy case of the Not Disappearing SA ? Who get your hopes high. I just love the feeling of my blood buzzing. Feel them flow. A slowly building tidal wave.

Until suddenly, someone with better clothes, better car, better address comes from nowhere. And then she says, "It was very nice." They leave. You are left standing.

For many days now.. I had been trying to fit the exact smart arse simile to describe how I felt after that interview. It never came to me until this morning.

Monday June 28th 2010 11:57: 46 AM

They leave. "Take Care"

P.S. I earn more in this one.