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We close another year of our lives and brace ourselves to welcome the new one, all i can see is the impending arrival of the year of reckoning,. This will be my last year of study (fingers crossed :p), and i shall begin in earnest my professional life. which will be my identity for the next, i don't know, 20 something years and this will be if the worst comes to worst. My dreams are known to those closest to me, and if you don't know them, then maybe i haven't found it in my heart to tell you. Ask me and i shall tell you...or maybe not. I sincerely hope you would find it worth your while to keep in touh with me and if not, i really really hope that i will want to keep in touch with you. Infosys BPO was kind enough to want me and i shall keep my intention of being with you, barring an offer which literally blows my mind... This year brought its trials and tribulations and looking back i think i have acquitted myself well. Resolutions for the new year: Be kinder to m

Circa 28th December, 2011 With the placement of the 24th of us and a dear friend at that, we have traversed a great length in this action packed 2 months. I have seen personal highs and personal lows, i have seen the deserved go unrewarded and the undeserved being felicitated. I have braved grave colds, closed up throats, shortage of manpower and the odd recruiter who insists on showing up 30 mins before her scheduled arrival, without notice. I have seen joyous elation and i have seen dejection, i have seen sorrow so grave that even tears could not escape and i have seen happiness overflowing happily through eyes. I have seen made up thank you's and i have seen heartfelt silences. I have been sad when all were happy and been happy when all were sad. I have seen my teammates go from being the Harlem Globetrotters to the Ghatkopar Karamchari association XI back to being Barcelona. I have seen advice flowing thick, fast and hard with their acknowledgments equally vigorous. I have

We have got 6 offers now, only 37 more to get and the road is getting tougher by the minute, the moral quandaries are stacking up and we don' know where to bury our heads...Well enough of reality lets now traverse the realm of my ponderings, and it is a dark place indeed. In a recent conversation with a good friend i was told that he had had enough fun to last him a lifetime and that the time had come for him to get serious about his life, and that got me thinking that is there any concept of enough fun? does this quantity exist where a line demarcates acceptable and unacceptable amount of fun? My life was such that i had to grow up a lot, very very fast and my fun life came later, away from everything and everyone in the serene hills of the Himalaya's. Reflecting further, i was hit by only one logical conclusion, that fun is not an amount but like spirituality, fun is a way of life. Being in a state of no responsibility, having few to answer to, and doing things you are m

4th November, circa 7:00 pm The tension was palpable, you could have cut it into pieces and served it if it were any thicker, lets say by god's grace or by god's wrath, i was not in such a situation. But, all around the tension, the wait, the expectancy was lying thick like a blanket of fog, and in that fog sitting like a fool was I, the sheer emotions getting to me too. This state above describes the scenes of the first company on campus, 4 people from my class got placed, they had the odds in their favour, and the thing with odds is that sometimes the high odds lose out too. The result was sounded out in a very pseudo funny manner, i mean take a hint from the faces of the students lady, they are not there to joke. The co. was a highly coveted one and as an MHRODian am proud that it came to our campus. What makes me even more proud was the fact that one of the selected was indeed a dark horse, the underdog (which reminds me of the kasabian song: "See the crowd loves a

To all my friends, i have spent the last hour using my considerable talents to write something that will eventually curb my free spirit, destroy my cognition and remove all originality from my thought process, i have used the most precious gift of my life to start something that will eventually destroy my life. Cheers for i begin my foray, competing with 42 of the best minds in the country for a goal that will lead to my slavery... Into that hell of corporate life my father let my mind awake Consulting and the Light Bulb A   consultant   (from   Latin:   consultare   "to discuss") is a professional  who provides professional or expert advice Light Bulb: “The incandescent light bulb, incandescent lamp or incandescent light globe makes light by heating a metal filament wire to a high temperature until it glows. The hot filament is protected from air by a glass bulb that is filled with inert gas or evacuated” This is a standard definition that I copied from Wikipedia,

This post has been building up within me for a long time, nowadays most of my experiences are with my post grad mates, so if i'm not doing justice to my college days, i'm extremely sorry for that, but thus is the fallacy of life, "out of sight is out of mind", my case in point is that on two occasions i have sacrificed golden opportunities of being with them, my sincerest apologies to Jollinder, Tushar and robin-da whom i had to ditch because of the stupid symposia, and then because of my own ambition, but my ambition is not the subject of this post and neither is my remorse for missed opportunities, this post is the events of one night. Sitting at Sudama Tea Stall (our hangout from 6-8 pm) we were as usual, having our tea (actually tea flavoured milk) with a great amount of repartee, which at times seems like all of us are on a mission to enter the non veg version of comedy circus (or other such raucous comedy shows), anywho, suddenly all of us noticed a very v

There seems to be a serious dearth of blogging issues in my mind right now, i can barely churn out one post a month and even that comes after some serious pondering, after 2 years of blogging i can consider myself a veteran of sorts and re-reading my own works is one of the gulity pleasures that i like to revel in, but this post that i'm about to embark upon is something that is a change from my norm of non-serious works, ok not such a big change then :), it has been about 40 days since the junior batch i.e. the MHROD 2013 batch were admitted to our institution and they are a landmark batch of sorts, they were the first in our history to be admitted through the CAT route, and this fact in some converse way makes our batch i.e. MHROD 2012 a landmark batch as well, well more an "end of an era" batch, that students will no longer be from the entrance test mould. Era's and epoch's are meant to end if not today then a few years hence. But to tell you the truth yo

Today, well yesterday (after a quick peek at the bottom right of the screen) i was in a deep conversation with that bugger (Arijit Chakraborty: Auri), and we were talking about all the new stuff that is happening around us, while going medieval on 1 chicken burra, 1 chicken roll, 1 mutton roll, 1/2 a plate of Kadhai Chicken and a few tandoori rotis (the only reason for my listing our menu is that we can EAT), the next batch coming in has caused a major upheaval in our lives and all of my intent in showing them that they are in a professional B-School has sublimated faster than sodium (or does it spontaneously combust???), they have spectacularly smashed all of my expectations and not in a good way...but bitching about them will come in a newer post... This time as i was filling my stomach, i was getting something off my chest too, and i have realised that Richa Bigghe is my favourite, whatever said, period. The knowledge that this has brought me is that sometimes our relationships

The world is full of rhetoric, spouted from the mouths of wise people who in their limited wisdom try to affect the choices of those whom they deem unworthy of intellectual equality, to put this simply there is a lot of intellectual discrimination going on and it is the educated, experienced and elite who look down upon others as unworthy of their attention. This in turn sows the seed of hypocrisy where certain people look up to these "elite" for guidance and direction and get "advice" on what they should and should not do. My point in bringing about this vague and convoluted context is that there is a lot of advice going on about how one's life should be lived, if one was to believe the movies life should be lived large and grand where every moment should be savoured like a fine french magnum, and if one were to believe the "experts" life should be lived in a prioritised way, where your family, friends and yourself are a priority and not your work, mo

Sadly this will be a pretty short post, my regular feature of long, boring, drawn out, self indulgent, self obsessed rants will resume shortly. There are 2 types of death:- Sudden and violent/peaceful A long drawn out affair where everyone dies a little every single day Ahhh, i see that you are pretty shocked by the fatalistic tune my post is playing, and if you are not shocked, well sorry my bad. You see i'm writing this because very very recently i went to see my brothers and our joint (sort of) dog Vendy, now the joint custody has a pretty long story so concisely put, i raised her, they have taken care of her since. She is the most wonderful dog, case in point even my mum lets vendy lick her. So whats the problem, hmmmmm, she is about to die. The last time i saw her was about an year ago she was hale and hearty, albeit turning old, her eyelashes were turning white and her coat was changing from stormy grey and white to a darker sunset gold. I had thought about this then, but i p

Here my friends is a post that comes straight from the heart, a stirring moment of beauty and vulnerability where i reveal all the moments that i have shared with these guys. For, those who still haven't figured out my tongue in cheek humour, idiots, these Lucknow-wallahs have made my life "interesting," for the want of a better word. This story, as with all my stories start with my entry into college and my meeting with the first of this species. Again for ease of reference we'll call him LW1. LW1: This particular creature (again, for the want of a better word), was one of the few guys whose intellectual level matched mine in my year, and let me tell you there were quite a few pretenders. He was nosy, incessantly irritating but a man of great drive and motivation. He took upon himself the unenviable task of trying to get me to work, which later compounded to hellish levels with the arrival of Messrs Zain Taha and Robin Chatterjee. Without the presence of this man the

If you are living in Delhi, and you have not been adventurous enough to try commuting in a DTC bus, then my friend you are missing something right out of the books of daredevil Evel Knievel, the DTC is a great teacher, how so? well in the next few lines i shall endeavour to explain how the toughest concepts in HR can be taught by standing in a crowded 778. When i started MHROD, i was on a daily basis using the metro, which was uncomfortable, full of rash and unruly people, a long ways off from my college and my home, and which in general was a pain in the ass, so one day I decided with information gleaned from Nandini, to use a DTC bus from the Univ. to my home, now this may seem like a mundane change to the ordinary reader but to those who know me shall recognize how this change of routine has affected me. Strangely that day i did not get a single DTC, and let me tell you i'm no novice at negotiating through the blue lines of the world, so into a blue line i went. The journey itse

There are a lot of times in your life, that feel like nothing can go wrong, the hits just keep on coming one after the other, there is just no dearth of successes , now here i've seen 2 types of people One, Those who can't believe their luck and go with the flow, making hay while the sun shines brilliantly on their lives, just raking in the moolah while its coming Second, Those who are highly suspicious of this purple patch, those who firmly believe that their life is such a complete unending tragedy that they constantly search for the shadow in the sunlight, start to second guess all of their decisions, start to expect and dread the fall when it comes; Now these 2 POV's are very common, my inference being that life is a cos curve rather than a sine curve, I believe we don't start at 0 and then go on a high, but rather we start at the high and then subsequently we start tasting the lows and as we slide to absolute rock bottom, we recognize those dizzy peaks we were at,

This May would make it my 5th year of knowing the "Argumentative Bengali", the man who taught me how to be insufferable, how to refine tongue in cheek humour and how to come day in, day out, and out of the sheer love one has, keep taking it... We met very recently, and he again had to take a lot of "love" from all of us, but he always does nad boy did he have a story.... The story begins with a cousin of his asking him: "Bhai to itna khush kaise rehta hai" at which point he looked at us and said: Ab isko kaise bataoon main kaise khush rehata hoon, daru peeta hoon, charas peeta hoon, ye poochta hai main khush kaise rehata hoon. Girlfriend gift bhejti hai.....GHAR ke address par, apna perfume lagakar......aur log poochtey hain main daru kyun peeta hoon... jiske haath wo gift nahi lagna chahiye, wahi mujhe phone karke kehta hai ki tera gift aaya, khushbu waala...aur log poochtey hain ki main charas kyun peeta hoon... Ab batao...main ussey kyaa boloon, main it

The words of that singing maestro, Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, years since he must have sung this song and this song brings new meaning to all those that hear it, everyone who has loved and to all those who have loved and lost. A not too cheerful beginning to the new year on my blog, which i have ignored for a long time now, and i'm really sad that one of the things that my post grad has taken away from me is the prolific quantity of my writings, yet it has given a certain fatalistic depth to my writings. New dimensions are always welcomed even though they might lead to the depths of Tartarus. Bah! I rave on like a psychotic headcase, to my general indifference i have turned 24 and have to salute my friends who like clockwork kept calling till i spoke to them, a very very big thank you from my side, may the sun of our friendship burn through eternity. It was a most wondrous day and specially because i and my friends threw a bachelors for a dear new friend. I have been partying alm