A post to relieve boredom

well
i am writing after 6 months
so to all my non existent readers
heres wht all u missed

My whirl wind 5 quiz weeks, flying like the wind term end exams, and even faster moving summer placement procedure,

the pain the confusion,

but all this isnt without nay good though,

going for Ras Garba in Gujju land, leching at the babes dressed in ghaghra choli in NIFT, NID and IIMA too,
trying my best to dance and tyr and look as little awkward as possible,

and then came the big bad biking trip to the wild wild west,

Ahd -> Rajkot, Junagadh, Gir Forest (some lions, up close and personal)
not to mention deer, bucks, nilgai and wht not.
then from there to somnath -> Diu (have liquor without breaking hte law, and dirt cheap as well)

and then back in all 1030 km of hardcore biking on measly 100cc bikes

and then bike trip 2,
from 2 bikers on 2 ikes it becomes 16 ppl on 8,
more the merrier,
goto Nal Sarovar, do some bird watching (all puns implied ;)),
and then go in to the dangerous desert, see mirages, loose our way, see camel caravans, go on trails set by others,

tht is something,

well now i am also learning to play tennis,
and well if all this aint enuff
also trying hard to study...
well it is just tht i m trying, motivation isnt enuff and now i am sitting to write a blog after 6 months.

now tht exams are on monday and ending wednesday
tht too out of 5, 3 are closed book, one is semi closed book

i am thinking it really aint matter wht i study,
well enuff of crappy stuff, without tryng to be funny

lemme mug and now lets see whether this makes me study or no

MANAC here i come

diary @ IIMA

june 24, 2004

My registration for joining IIMA, i am actually thrilled to know tht there are total 45 gals in my batch out of 300, wow
(well in my college the ratio was 1:11, in work place it was errr, 1:400 maybbe ????

man wht a gr8 opportunity for me to lech....
wow 2 years are gonna be funnnnn

jun25, 2004.

we have our intros and welcomes... from the top echelons of the IIMA faculty, well i dont really remember a lot from those speeches, but ahh the gals in my batch are sure gorgeous, was continously feasting my eyes.

jun 26, 2004.

aaagghh lectures start, kinda painful after 1 whole year to come back to the class room, have some horrifying memories. some how manage to survive and return alive.

....

june 27,

I learn that out here we all belive in freedom of screech, come midnight we all dixteenos shout out loud outside other dorms
whilst they try to dunk us. Well what all we shout cant be put here as this a family blog,.... ;-)
well these screaming matches are fun, cause otherwise i would fall asleep by midnight, the whoile thing energizes me to stay awake till 3-4AM.

.....

july 1, 2004.

no rains till now in ahmeadad. the temperautures are soaring. sweat is dripping from my forehead as i study in my room. no rains till july, unbelievable.... how much i long for the rains in bombay, getting wet in the rains and dirty in the muck (but some one told me this is cause gujarat is a "Dry State" ... ;-)

july 3, 2004

To make up for the lack of rains we have a rain dance in the campus. water is showered from the adjacent dorms. people have a gala time, i actually realise that IIMA campus aint tht dry after all ;-)
there was plenty of muck, water and beautiful women dancing with drenched clothes, ahhh some moment .. and me shaking my butt hard and ogling big time... (well u know mba students need to learn to multi task)... and tht too when 500 other guys were distorting my vision
and tht stoopid DJ never played my favourite rain song "Dhak dhak karne laga...."
for gawds sake this is monsoon of 2004 and he wants toplay some song describing a summer 35 yrs ago...

any ways .. me danced till my body ached, and was a nice "wet" party... so me really really happy.
some respite from the rigours of acads...

4 july 2004.

one of my dorm mates birthday.. gave some hard birthday bums
poor chap, his butt must be aching
got a LAN chord finally
and so now posting on this blog at last

hope to do so more regularly,
ahhh my neighbour juast reminded me of tommorows preperation ..
so me mugging managerial accounting for now


PS
post midnight

we have our dorm rechristening ceremony...
shall learn how to post pics on this website
my being baptised on the wisdom log

ahhhhh back to studies now
writing this blog has increased m backlog

first day at IIMA

Mann me going to IIMA ..
with huge hopes and
lotsa enthu
reached here at morning 6.40 and first of all some coolies who were desparately in need of employment were harrassing me and my friend, and if tht wasnt enuff the harassment continued till the rickshaw wallahs who were showing wht do u mean by perfect and imperfect competition in a market driven economy (and the consumer as usual is a fool)

the auto wallah took us for a ride (literally mate.. no dual meaning)
and i ended up paying for 2 autos... abhi tak vasooli baaki hai.

thought my troubles were over but nay.. rick walla showed his extra enthu and droppped me way inside the campus away from where i had too get my room allotment. So me lugging my baggage and reached there to find out tht my room keys r missing (i was allotted room 27 first) when i reach my room with duplicate keys i find a topless dude sleeping in there and guess whts his name Salman Khan .. yes i guess all salman khans are hot tempered and like to show off their upper body.
he shifted on his own from room no 26 and as he found it dirty and said thth the ceiling was raked and plaster may fall down .. he convieniently moved his baggage to my room. (him being a Fellow program in management guy .. cant do too much .. and nor am i a vivek oberoi.. nor is the room an aishwarya rai.........
so well after lotsa hassles i gave up and took up tht room 26
got it cleaned etc

PS
Great news a Deputy Inspector General (DIG) of chennai police is in our batch.
and he is my next door roomie (he is D16 room 25)
so i have a slaman khan on one side and law enforcer on the other.
thth dude is an ips since 16yrs .. and has 25 encounter deaths to his name
so imple funda dorm 16 and room no 25. We also call him ab tak pachees

And by the way my dorm is known to be the most muggu dorm. it is the first to be seen once u enter the campus...
my classmate manoj patkar is there too (his dorm name is helen.. so some plan to keep mine rambha ... or some thing like tht)

more bout my dorm ... lotsa muggu and crackus from here ...
also it is furtherest away from all 3 of girls dorms (now u knw the reason for no of muggus and crackus)...
our domr has lotsa grreat traditions ... like studying before breakfast lunch and supper .. ahhh not to forget tea ...
yup and giving the hardest birthdya bumps ...
not to forget dunking .. ie pouring buckets of water on fachhchas
good ennuf for me fits my personality perfectly...
padho padho aur jyaada padho ppl with sad personal lives
and in need of more income after 2yrs......

My latest Passion: Soft Rock

Well If u ever thought that i was into rock music then u r mistaken. Rock (or geology per se has never been my subject).

but now having snacks at my work place has proved me wrong. The Idlies served for breakfast are the soft rocks that i am talking about. Not the nice soft south indian snack made from rice, but this is some thing more serious hard stuff. Well not all of them are soft rocks, some are real hard stones, but my superior skill lies in identifying the soft rocks and eating them.

So much tht now all the distances within the campus of L&T are classified as being an "idlies throw away". The canteen committee on hearing our complaints says that eating this food shall make us more tough and hard as nails as any way in the engineering and construction business there is no room for Softies (all puns intended even to the software chappies). Well we always knew that the top management were hard hearted but no i know that they really have fire in their bellies and guts of steel as well (how else could u explain digesting all these stones??).

As these idlies are more like stones, we ve got a coupla guys making their own rock band, the "Rolling Idlies". Just another bunch of south indian tams who after working in L&T have long forgotten the tatse of idlies and think tht that idlies are a form of rock found in the crust of the earth.

Well all i can say is hope the situation changes, because change is inevitable. I have well voiced my concerns about the quality of breakfast served and set the ball rolling. I dunno whats gonna happen cos anyways "rolling idli gathers no chutney."

Well hope all the change is for the better else soon some one may say "idlies aint just soft rock any more, but more of heavy metal" or may be "punk rock" or even "Death metal".

Now if u come across an L&Tite with guts as hard as steel and a stone hearted demeanour u will know whom to blame.

Chinese Torture reviving Japanese tradition

CHINESE TORTURE REVIVES JAPANESE TRADITION: 28 MAY, X&Y: After eating the lunch at their Gate 1 LR2 X&Y Powai, employees were tempted to commit Harakiri. The CII looks at this incident as L&T's gesture towards embracing globalization and benchmarking its MNC status, especially in the markets in Far East.....According to senior mangement this is not only a part of the cost cutting cycle but also a simple way to impement the down sizing initiatives.
Also such food ensures that the employees have a high capacity for tolerating crap, which they will have to tolerate while working and thus increase their resilience.

What is the value of one sentence

Well coming from a person with poor communication skills i always struggle to get my point across without rambling along, beating around the bush repeating and still the opposite party does nt react. How i used to envy Salim javed who could convey so much in one sentence.
Who doesnt remember gabbar singh saying "Kitne aaadmi thhe" or "Tera kya hoga Kaaliya??"
and when shashi kapoor tells amitabh "mere pass maa hai..." and crores of ppl would react. And me i cant get a point across without rambling on and on and on.

Well this was till some time ago i made one rash statement.

the rash statement shall forever be etched in my mind. Only 15 miutes before was i all happy and talking to a girl, and then while chatting with another friend i made a wild, uncouth foul languaged statement... meant for my friend not her, but my typing and keyboard skills leave a lot to be desired, so this message goes to her, who takes this totally out of context and gets angry, inspite of a millio explanations doesnt actually understand (again my weak communication skills may be at fault) and says she doesnt want to talk to me any moe because any further association with me would be demeaning and insulting for her.
All this after just one sentence. U can now understand that a friendship built over 4 months can go kaboom by just one statement.

I felt maan, these words do have some power, and i felt i made on powerful statement (though it caused damage but it sure was powerful)

this was till the congrss govt came in to power with the support of the leftist and socialist parties.

These chaps made brash comments left right and center.
and the stock market reacted ... and fell as if there is no tommorow.
It was as if there was an all renewed quit india movement again.
Amar singh said "Arun Shourie (previous disinvestment minister) is an economic terrorist" and the market down by 100 points.

Yechuri says "what is liberalisation or privatisation??" and it falls down another 150 points ..

in just 40 odd minutes the BSE sensex falls by 2.34 lakh crore rupees. (for u yankees it is like a million million ie 10^12, so big aint it )
The next PM (or is he FM) Manmohan Singh asks Govt companies like LIC, UTI to intervene and buy stocks to end this blood bath.
Not only does this happen so does the rupee value falls so this is more like a flight of fancy.

Now u measure how much does each sentence cost. Some thing like a zillion rupees per senence. or u can change it to rupees/word.

The crispest sentence with maximum impact. all i can do now is buy stocks of companies that sell anti deppressants, painkillers, medicines to lower blood pressure, cos now there is some blood bath going on at Dalal street.

These words have caused greater damage than any natural disaster, Septemeber 11 bombings, invasion of iraq or airing of fair and lovely advts on TV.

What else can i say but " Words are mightier than the sword"

PS put in ur feed back about other powerful quotes which caused damage or even positive impact.

Apprehensions about joiing iima

well

this point in my life i am thinking what the hells gonna happent ome in life.
there are thousands who wud wanna be in my place with an admission to IIMA
but i am thinking will i be able to make it???
goign in there can i manage with less sleep
no non academic activities (B & C chaps are kinda creating propoganda abt extracurrics)
do i have it in me to mug up OB and Eco
can i manage my life well there
or will i just be a guy who has put on 10 kilos (oily food on campus)
and mouthing stoopid jargons
is it better to goto C or B and will i be able to do better out there ...
all i can say is pata nahi

anyways my life has always been academic
and i have compensated my lack of socail life by either studying or watching TV

right now even my company is gonna be screwing me
they are nt releasing my promotion letter so i cannot resign
we both are playing the waiting game ...
as soon as i get mine i shall finally resign

i think this is like going in for a bungee jump
you know it is gonna be fun
(or u have already paid huge amounts for it )
so u have to jump
but while standing at the edge u nearly shit in ur pants ...
but once u jump it is kinda fun ...
but even more fun is when u can talk abt the event for on and on

i dunno whts gonna happen but i guess i am surely joining IIMA
dunno wht i will learn out there but lets see
chala jaaoonga re
if any value addition happens in 2 year sthen good
else any wya my job wasnt adding any

all i can do is sit tight and enjoy the ride