18th August, 8.00 am i get a call from my father. He rarely calls at this time, but nothing much was anticipated. The conversation
papa: book your tickets and plan to come home this time (never has been my father so persuasive for me coming home)
me: ok...but hua kya?
papa: neeraj (my mama, my bro my chuddy buddy) and his wife Rishika met with an accident.
me: ok!!..hope they are fine? where are they?
Papa: they are in a hospital at sonepat, and very serious.
Something was amiss, this did not sound so convincing that i could accept it at face value. Tried to get in touch with other relatives, all said the same.
The news that shattered all the myths, 6 people killed in a road accident, names that i could very well relate too.
I had just talked to him about 2 days ago, after about almost a decade of struggle he had his dream come true of becoming a CA. Persistent he was, and his wife was so elated at this. They had been waiting for this moment. We laughed we chatted, we planned what all changes will be there. They decided to go to Shimla to take some time off.
While on their way back, the car hit a tanker and on the spot, all was lost.
I had a lot to say, a lot to celebrate and even more to share. The friendly chat that we always had, his unique style of "beta teri shaadi main GT road block karke road pe phail ke nachunga", "beta tu chinta mat kar tere liye main dhoond ke launga" and numerous such hilarious statements that i just can not forget.
The trips, the rides the life as a bachelor spending a hell lot of time on the terrace discussing, looking back, the most stupid things i can ever imagine now. Planning, to do this do that as if the world was our stage and we were the directors.
You feel as if nothing is going to happen ever, whatever you plan you will be able to achieve it sooner or later, never ever the thought of you being overpowered by anything comes to you. You feel indestructible, and not once you give a thought to that "if". In a flash that all comes to an end. What stays back is a whole lot of memories and stories that people share after you.
I lost a GREAT friend this day, my father took him for his son, a son he relied on more than me. I was always away from home, but he was there to take care of our parents. Suddenly, this void seems so large. More than the death of a friend a brother, what hurts is the death of a son. No matter, whosoever tries, howmuchsoever they try, this is and eternal void.
I pray to my lord, may their souls rest in peace. Although, now we reside in two separate worlds, god punish me if i tend to forget him. Let the thread between us stay on, please let that happen.I need him more than ever now. It is now that I found, that how much he was a part of me.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Another BAD day!!
Although it might appear to be normal, me having a spate of such days, but believe me..you are right.
It begins with a corporate finance exam, morning 10:30 i reach the exam hall. I one and a half hour exam. The questions were supposedly tricky, that means requiring a lots of thought. I had a choice, either finish the MCQ'S with no negative marking or do only about 10 of 30 right hopefully. I chose the former.
First assumption: there is no trick to crack in the questions, all is formula based. Punch in numbers and you will arrive at the answer.
second assumption: if you dont get the exact values, mark the one nearest to what you got,assuming somewhere there was a rounding off error.
exam over in an hour, i saved 30minutes, a true baniya.
Next came a basketball match, we were a weak team, but nevertheless we weren't too bad.
Big mistake, I allowed people to play because they wanted to "show" that they know how to play. initial 10min i kept cool, but post that i psyched out. the mother fucker who thinks he knows how to play, never came for practice because he had some academic priorities in life, moreover does not accept that he isn't too good, a few shots went in and he felt he will be good, doesn't dribble in a gist...a big motherfucking arrogant and high headed bastard screwed up my game. Nevertheless, i too did not get a single shot yesterday..I DONT know what went wrong..not a single shot. We lost 35-12
to probably console and pacify my ire, we planned to go out for dinner. HAVELI in Hyderabad. I am a vegetarian ordered chilli paneer, waited for around an hour to get that starter, the son of a bitch served chilli chicken. For god knows what reason. I ate a piece, thought it was a bad paneer, but my dear friends who had the patience to cut the pieces into smaller onces before gobbling up found it was chicken. The manager, all smiles, not a slight apologetic expression, and i just felt like hitting him across the face. As my dear friend ":Anna says: Education makes you a coward" With superficial notions of people, society, stature and mannerisms, people hardly stand up to whats right. Anyways, we left the place, went somewhere else late night had a dinner, okayish.
I am sure the take aways arent that difficult. HAVELI..service and hospitality the worst. I dont think you would want to shell out your hard earned money to some pigs.
When playing basketball, just play.
It begins with a corporate finance exam, morning 10:30 i reach the exam hall. I one and a half hour exam. The questions were supposedly tricky, that means requiring a lots of thought. I had a choice, either finish the MCQ'S with no negative marking or do only about 10 of 30 right hopefully. I chose the former.
First assumption: there is no trick to crack in the questions, all is formula based. Punch in numbers and you will arrive at the answer.
second assumption: if you dont get the exact values, mark the one nearest to what you got,assuming somewhere there was a rounding off error.
exam over in an hour, i saved 30minutes, a true baniya.
Next came a basketball match, we were a weak team, but nevertheless we weren't too bad.
Big mistake, I allowed people to play because they wanted to "show" that they know how to play. initial 10min i kept cool, but post that i psyched out. the mother fucker who thinks he knows how to play, never came for practice because he had some academic priorities in life, moreover does not accept that he isn't too good, a few shots went in and he felt he will be good, doesn't dribble in a gist...a big motherfucking arrogant and high headed bastard screwed up my game. Nevertheless, i too did not get a single shot yesterday..I DONT know what went wrong..not a single shot. We lost 35-12
to probably console and pacify my ire, we planned to go out for dinner. HAVELI in Hyderabad. I am a vegetarian ordered chilli paneer, waited for around an hour to get that starter, the son of a bitch served chilli chicken. For god knows what reason. I ate a piece, thought it was a bad paneer, but my dear friends who had the patience to cut the pieces into smaller onces before gobbling up found it was chicken. The manager, all smiles, not a slight apologetic expression, and i just felt like hitting him across the face. As my dear friend ":Anna says: Education makes you a coward" With superficial notions of people, society, stature and mannerisms, people hardly stand up to whats right. Anyways, we left the place, went somewhere else late night had a dinner, okayish.
I am sure the take aways arent that difficult. HAVELI..service and hospitality the worst. I dont think you would want to shell out your hard earned money to some pigs.
When playing basketball, just play.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
MARKSTRAT!!!
MARKSTRAT: a mosquito more dangerous than mrs. anopheles. All through the day people had let markstat suck their blood. And finally they decided to finish it. It was somewhat like, deciding from the available options of how to get rid of a mosquito. 1) should i use a mosquito coil ---using the age old cost reduction method 2) use a good night :--------------higher prices 3) should i buy a mosquito net------------> too much fixed cost 4) should i just switch off the lights-------> stop advertising. and after doing all the BCG and perceptual map analysis, we decided to keep up the tradition " one tight slap" take the blow but kill the mosquito. The results showed precisely what we intended: We took the blow (2nd last in the group) but we killed the markstat mosquito. Time to party:
Thursday, July 02, 2009
tale of two cities!!
Hi I am from delhi! ..hi I am from mumbai!!.
Since the time i have come to this place. The only two cities from which people hail are mumbai, and delhi. It appears the other cities in India don't even exist. I am not sure why people fear telling where they belong. Dude there is a difference between the place of work and your home. The former was the place where you were planted when you matured to grow further, the later is the place where you got those strong roots that help you make a niche for yourself anywhere.
Just dig a little deep and you realize wow the guy belongs somewhere where I actually am from and you have a certain momentary sense of nostalgia. I mean I do. The job really keeps you away from that place and meeting somebody from the same place takes you back in time, and all of us have loads and loads to share.
The other cities are like distant unconnected civilizations of the mesopotamian era when people knew they exist, but never thought they could be better or equals. Forget the villages and towns, they are like long lost islands (one of those where you can actually make CAST away. The beauty of a country is not how similar it is across it's length and breadth, but how fast the canvass changes, the language the people and lots of things change. Travel teaches you how to appreciate all this.
I am pretty much sure, most of them never stepped out from their home other than going to school, college and then work and now back to college.
Being from the Two cities has a snob value, good lord,,help them overcome this stupidity...they too are your kids, kindly give more attention to them..seems you have neglected them till now.
Since the time i have come to this place. The only two cities from which people hail are mumbai, and delhi. It appears the other cities in India don't even exist. I am not sure why people fear telling where they belong. Dude there is a difference between the place of work and your home. The former was the place where you were planted when you matured to grow further, the later is the place where you got those strong roots that help you make a niche for yourself anywhere.
Just dig a little deep and you realize wow the guy belongs somewhere where I actually am from and you have a certain momentary sense of nostalgia. I mean I do. The job really keeps you away from that place and meeting somebody from the same place takes you back in time, and all of us have loads and loads to share.
The other cities are like distant unconnected civilizations of the mesopotamian era when people knew they exist, but never thought they could be better or equals. Forget the villages and towns, they are like long lost islands (one of those where you can actually make CAST away. The beauty of a country is not how similar it is across it's length and breadth, but how fast the canvass changes, the language the people and lots of things change. Travel teaches you how to appreciate all this.
I am pretty much sure, most of them never stepped out from their home other than going to school, college and then work and now back to college.
Being from the Two cities has a snob value, good lord,,help them overcome this stupidity...they too are your kids, kindly give more attention to them..seems you have neglected them till now.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
12.5% MBA....HOPEFULLY complete.
Yups 02/06/2009....the day i was excited to realize with fear that i had completed 1/8 of my MBA. The End term schedule was as usual interesting....took extreme care not to miss out on the ritual. We begin with OLD MONK & End with OLD MONK...although chivas and teachers soon follow the old monk, but we are very accommodating by nature.
The details of the exam: Subjects ya..the same eco, accounts, stats, and marketing.
The most interesting was Economics: I had not read a word in economics, neither had i heard one (I slept all through each class). So, basically in MBA language, Blue ocean strategy was required. On thorough analysis, i reached a conclusion that i need 50 on 100 to be amongst the below average grade holders. for that i required just 20 marks in the 50 marks exam. And this translated to just 2 questions of the 5 to be attempted in the exam. Taking an educated "engineering guess" (the BE experience came handy) i just had to know two chapters. I did that, attempted that, that was it. Although, i might seem to be optimistic to score in full 20, but nevertheless keeping this in mind and the fact the exam is theoretical, wrote little bull shit in each question, partial marking is "the saviour" many a times.
Ohhhh the hilarious side.....there were options too, so in a momentarily spike, i decided to attempt questions on Game theory> It took around 10 min to read the question, and when i finished i realised "abe mujhe game khelna aata hai, usko bana ke uska solution dena nahin aata"
Marketing, Accounts were good exams, beautifully set for students. Most people would have breathed a sigh of relief after the stats exam, but that i think was a below standard below expectation exam. Marks arent everything, exams should also be a learning process. I understand that evaluation is necessary to differentiate on academic grounds, but can we do better, make it an optimization process, grade and let people learn in the 2 hrs they devote. Accounts did that. Good job prof.
Suddenly, post the exams, the college is empty. Unexpectedly low student numbers, even though it is just a 4 day break.....i guess i will have to think the same next time. I think bank loans should also be available for frequent visits home, come on...they trust us that we will pay them back, so why dont they lend a little more...Think over it, ya u bankers, i am talking to you, in case u coudn't realize by now.
The details of the exam: Subjects ya..the same eco, accounts, stats, and marketing.
The most interesting was Economics: I had not read a word in economics, neither had i heard one (I slept all through each class). So, basically in MBA language, Blue ocean strategy was required. On thorough analysis, i reached a conclusion that i need 50 on 100 to be amongst the below average grade holders. for that i required just 20 marks in the 50 marks exam. And this translated to just 2 questions of the 5 to be attempted in the exam. Taking an educated "engineering guess" (the BE experience came handy) i just had to know two chapters. I did that, attempted that, that was it. Although, i might seem to be optimistic to score in full 20, but nevertheless keeping this in mind and the fact the exam is theoretical, wrote little bull shit in each question, partial marking is "the saviour" many a times.
Ohhhh the hilarious side.....there were options too, so in a momentarily spike, i decided to attempt questions on Game theory> It took around 10 min to read the question, and when i finished i realised "abe mujhe game khelna aata hai, usko bana ke uska solution dena nahin aata"
Marketing, Accounts were good exams, beautifully set for students. Most people would have breathed a sigh of relief after the stats exam, but that i think was a below standard below expectation exam. Marks arent everything, exams should also be a learning process. I understand that evaluation is necessary to differentiate on academic grounds, but can we do better, make it an optimization process, grade and let people learn in the 2 hrs they devote. Accounts did that. Good job prof.
Suddenly, post the exams, the college is empty. Unexpectedly low student numbers, even though it is just a 4 day break.....i guess i will have to think the same next time. I think bank loans should also be available for frequent visits home, come on...they trust us that we will pay them back, so why dont they lend a little more...Think over it, ya u bankers, i am talking to you, in case u coudn't realize by now.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
My first B-School exam
3 weeks into the b-school and u r told...u have exams, Mid terms. And the best part, this torture is bound to repeat every 3 weeks for 11 months.....what the hell.
subjects : business statistics, managerial economics, accounting and marketing.
first day first show: business statistics.....The seating arrangement, i was given a seat right behind the one of the HOTTEST girls in the batch. What the hell, i need to concentrate, when i wanted to be in her study group, they put her with all married guys and girls, and during exams they found this innovative way to say " here boy this B-School gives u what u want". HOW the hell do u expect me to concentrate, with 95% confidence i can say that only 5% of the times i could actually read the questions in one go...The stats guy set a WONDERFUL paper..no matter what score i get...but i loved it. The counter side of it, after 5 years of not having seen books or given exams, suddenly when i was forced to do so.
Midway through the exam, i didnt feel like reading the questions, and of course the other factors were there to divert my concentration.
Mangerial eco.....didnt read a single word, didnt do a single assignment (they were voluntary..i have never volunteered for such things), and neither did i take notes, books to exam (it was an open book exam)...and the tragedy. The classic question " Who wrote the article nature of the firm".....The twist, i had all the slides of this article except the one carrying the name of the author, i read each line twice, footnotes, those conditions apply start if i could find the name hidden somewhere....I COULD NOT....even better, this carried a 10% weightage..i couldn't help laughing at myself...
Accounting again open book, open notes...i took all of them, learnt from previous experience. And spread them all over the desk..only to realize that the 50% paper i knew i dont see them, and for the other even if i do..that does not help. "so here i was again."
Marketing: my my.....i thought marketing was all fundas and i made sure all those i meet i convince them of this...and i did. If it is fundas " a drunk guy can convince you faster and better than a sales guy" so we will give gyaan right there...whisky helps..so we took its services, only to realize...the paper has 90% numerical calculations and whisky is making it difficult to understand the numbers.......somehow managed to finish all and have a big hearty laugh at the way we screwed up this so called "MID TERM"...folks by the time i graduate i make sure..that these aren't any different from engineering exams..wish me luck
subjects : business statistics, managerial economics, accounting and marketing.
first day first show: business statistics.....The seating arrangement, i was given a seat right behind the one of the HOTTEST girls in the batch. What the hell, i need to concentrate, when i wanted to be in her study group, they put her with all married guys and girls, and during exams they found this innovative way to say " here boy this B-School gives u what u want". HOW the hell do u expect me to concentrate, with 95% confidence i can say that only 5% of the times i could actually read the questions in one go...The stats guy set a WONDERFUL paper..no matter what score i get...but i loved it. The counter side of it, after 5 years of not having seen books or given exams, suddenly when i was forced to do so.
Midway through the exam, i didnt feel like reading the questions, and of course the other factors were there to divert my concentration.
Mangerial eco.....didnt read a single word, didnt do a single assignment (they were voluntary..i have never volunteered for such things), and neither did i take notes, books to exam (it was an open book exam)...and the tragedy. The classic question " Who wrote the article nature of the firm".....The twist, i had all the slides of this article except the one carrying the name of the author, i read each line twice, footnotes, those conditions apply start if i could find the name hidden somewhere....I COULD NOT....even better, this carried a 10% weightage..i couldn't help laughing at myself...
Accounting again open book, open notes...i took all of them, learnt from previous experience. And spread them all over the desk..only to realize that the 50% paper i knew i dont see them, and for the other even if i do..that does not help. "so here i was again."
Marketing: my my.....i thought marketing was all fundas and i made sure all those i meet i convince them of this...and i did. If it is fundas " a drunk guy can convince you faster and better than a sales guy" so we will give gyaan right there...whisky helps..so we took its services, only to realize...the paper has 90% numerical calculations and whisky is making it difficult to understand the numbers.......somehow managed to finish all and have a big hearty laugh at the way we screwed up this so called "MID TERM"...folks by the time i graduate i make sure..that these aren't any different from engineering exams..wish me luck
Sunday, May 10, 2009
1st group case study
CLICK.....SMILE...... IT'S A KODAK MOMENT....
Yups the Famous...Kodak case.... they wanted us to solve the woes of kodak.
The kind of faith they have in us, is worth appreciating. 3 weeks into "Core terms and around 4 classes of mktg lecture....we are expected to prepare a strategy for KODAK..."
And guess what We did it.
How it happened:
Our group...probably amongst the only uniquely diverse group...which has till date not been present all together....the 5 have never met at one time.
STILL...yes still we jotted down each individuals opinions..in the first meeting...not much discussion. Probably all sane guys have come together who have too conflicting plans, and if they do...they are even lesser eager to fight or push them. They are happier to let somebody else give idea, plan and take the initiative to go ahead and prepare the write up..
Ya writeup...It is unfortunate that we don't have a single lady in out study group. Probably Isb is aware how unsafe it is to have a girl form a group with an oil industry background guy....safety first.
Kodak, had he still been alive, would have been happy to see the kind of effort the others have put in. And, if he would have mistakenly seen us..the guy would have banned the case study from being given in ISB, the way we were making fun of him.
"Kya bhaiya, kodak bhai sahab yeh bhi nahin jaanta ki fuji usko danda de raha hai...ab yeh pata karne ke liye bhi usko hamaari jaroorat hai"
the best one was " Lo ho gayi basanti, khinch gayi photo, ban gaya kodak moment"...
I don't know what attracts ppl to opt for case study method ...indians only know one way to learn....the masterji teaches and bachalog listens...so jango mat bano..do what u know best... not what the world says is the best way to ..
Yups the Famous...Kodak case.... they wanted us to solve the woes of kodak.
The kind of faith they have in us, is worth appreciating. 3 weeks into "Core terms and around 4 classes of mktg lecture....we are expected to prepare a strategy for KODAK..."
And guess what We did it.
How it happened:
Our group...probably amongst the only uniquely diverse group...which has till date not been present all together....the 5 have never met at one time.
STILL...yes still we jotted down each individuals opinions..in the first meeting...not much discussion. Probably all sane guys have come together who have too conflicting plans, and if they do...they are even lesser eager to fight or push them. They are happier to let somebody else give idea, plan and take the initiative to go ahead and prepare the write up..
Ya writeup...It is unfortunate that we don't have a single lady in out study group. Probably Isb is aware how unsafe it is to have a girl form a group with an oil industry background guy....safety first.
Kodak, had he still been alive, would have been happy to see the kind of effort the others have put in. And, if he would have mistakenly seen us..the guy would have banned the case study from being given in ISB, the way we were making fun of him.
"Kya bhaiya, kodak bhai sahab yeh bhi nahin jaanta ki fuji usko danda de raha hai...ab yeh pata karne ke liye bhi usko hamaari jaroorat hai"
the best one was " Lo ho gayi basanti, khinch gayi photo, ban gaya kodak moment"...
I don't know what attracts ppl to opt for case study method ...indians only know one way to learn....the masterji teaches and bachalog listens...so jango mat bano..do what u know best... not what the world says is the best way to ..
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
A normal day in Term 1 at ISB....
It is around 8.00 in the morning....the alarm clock , supposed to wake me up at 7, after repeated efforts has failed to wake me up from my slumber Wake up to have a look at myself and ask the same question each day...."YES DUDE EACH DAY THE SAME QUESTION"..what the fuck was on my mind when I chose to give up a so called WOW salary job. Like KBC...i always have four choices....but the fact is each day the choice i make to answer changes...
1) To know how cash flows...the only flow i was happy to know was into my account on 30th
2) To listen to the incarnation of Rajneesh...baba osho....teaching me Economics..and the nuances of trade, comparative advantage
3) To learn How to rephrase a "n" word sentence in N factorial ways to raise my hand and gain some CP marks..
4) or to calculate that what is the statistical probability that i will still walk out sane enough to realize the variation b/w pre and post status is very very low...
After i have made a thoughtful choice for the day, I rush to Goel dining hall for breakfast..and soon from there to LRC .
Did i tell you whats LRC....no i didn't. When I was young (kid i mean i m still young)..all those people around me forced me to go and read, read and read as much as possible. I hated, avoided and luckily escaped. But, now I can't...this is the knowledge repertoire of my college loads and loads of information...so much that simply entering the place makes me realize...how unlearned..or precisely illiterate I am. The problem is not realization of this fact...the problem is realization of this fact at "THIS" age the combination makes me a very conspicuous outlier...(hey i can teach box plot, those whiskers that stretch out ).....
Then i got for two classes of 2 hour each...For each class the 1st hour I am awake..and in the next hour no matter how much I try I doze off. Thankfully, I don't snore loud...my neighbours don't complain me disturbing their sleep.And the best part....the babaji usually tries to just build up what he is going to teach in the first hour..and when i am swinging side to side (which prof might think to be an affirmation to his wonderful speech) it is then he gives the real gyaan.
The best part, after the class, people would come and very happily tell me that they spotted me asleep, dude it isnt an extict dinasour species that you were lucky to bump into, falling asleep is normal..although the way i do might be amusing, somewhat like the first screening to jurassic park-1, i accept that.
After the classes, the club meetings...they come together to impart gyaan, which i dont understand. I am still learning the business jargons, which are very very lavishly used here. Get back home to finish assignments, pre read for next day..post read what was taught today....who invented these prefixes....these management prof's know how to optimize their utility too.
The day ends with trying to refine and add reasons to the choice made at the begining of the day....to console myself that tomorrow would be better....
Stop behaving like a kid u asshole....There is nothing like TOMORROW...u r being raped and this will continue....try to enjoy it.
1) To know how cash flows...the only flow i was happy to know was into my account on 30th
2) To listen to the incarnation of Rajneesh...baba osho....teaching me Economics..and the nuances of trade, comparative advantage
3) To learn How to rephrase a "n" word sentence in N factorial ways to raise my hand and gain some CP marks..
4) or to calculate that what is the statistical probability that i will still walk out sane enough to realize the variation b/w pre and post status is very very low...
After i have made a thoughtful choice for the day, I rush to Goel dining hall for breakfast..and soon from there to LRC .
Did i tell you whats LRC....no i didn't. When I was young (kid i mean i m still young)..all those people around me forced me to go and read, read and read as much as possible. I hated, avoided and luckily escaped. But, now I can't...this is the knowledge repertoire of my college loads and loads of information...so much that simply entering the place makes me realize...how unlearned..or precisely illiterate I am. The problem is not realization of this fact...the problem is realization of this fact at "THIS" age the combination makes me a very conspicuous outlier...(hey i can teach box plot, those whiskers that stretch out ).....
Then i got for two classes of 2 hour each...For each class the 1st hour I am awake..and in the next hour no matter how much I try I doze off. Thankfully, I don't snore loud...my neighbours don't complain me disturbing their sleep.And the best part....the babaji usually tries to just build up what he is going to teach in the first hour..and when i am swinging side to side (which prof might think to be an affirmation to his wonderful speech) it is then he gives the real gyaan.
The best part, after the class, people would come and very happily tell me that they spotted me asleep, dude it isnt an extict dinasour species that you were lucky to bump into, falling asleep is normal..although the way i do might be amusing, somewhat like the first screening to jurassic park-1, i accept that.
After the classes, the club meetings...they come together to impart gyaan, which i dont understand. I am still learning the business jargons, which are very very lavishly used here. Get back home to finish assignments, pre read for next day..post read what was taught today....who invented these prefixes....these management prof's know how to optimize their utility too.
The day ends with trying to refine and add reasons to the choice made at the begining of the day....to console myself that tomorrow would be better....
Stop behaving like a kid u asshole....There is nothing like TOMORROW...u r being raped and this will continue....try to enjoy it.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Orientation week @ISB
The moment I entered the gates of ISB, I realized the kind of handicap I was. People rushing in from all corners so excited to know you "Hey dude Whats up, where are u from...and the question list never ends"
The alums force and push ahead as much of networking they can, but very soon i realized although it is good but either it was too early for me to go ahead with that or I guess it would remain as it is.
My introduction generally appeared like somebody who was a left away from the Cast Away crew and finally has found his way to the civilized world, although i might not be amazed at candles and lighters, but definitely amazed at the "extremely conspicuous sophistication"
ISB wanted that i become civilized (defined by the ability to speak english fluently, know the elegant way of eating food.....But in a week i could gather more than 25 ppl who were happy to talk abusively in hindi....and were happy to find company....I wish these numbers grow to 577 (batch strength)...Amen.
Certain events like team building etc were done, I have always kind of hated most of these types of stupid games, but thanks to alums...who had some morale to convey from each game.
A good thing that i learnt in this while...."SHIT HAPPENS"...so it did during the entire skit on talent show...but still we managed to pull it off and ca..me second...I can undoubtedly say...if those blunders wouldnt have taken place...we would be the winners for sure.....but no point cribbing later (another lesson)
Net impact club...has made a deep impact i pray that this interest stays on...forever....
Confusion confusion all over....marketing, retail, gmc, consulting.......and the list never ends...I am not sure what i want to do...but definitely am sure about the things i dont want to...Marketing, retail, IT, systems, BTC, consulting...and even this is not short...goes on and on.....Staying here the alums conveyed a beautiful thought....
"This is a great learning place, do what you think would not be possible outside" No matter what the end result is...but i will surely put my head and heart into learning ki dhanda kaise hota hai.....naukri toh koi de hi dega...aakhir itne bure bhi nahin hai...
The alums force and push ahead as much of networking they can, but very soon i realized although it is good but either it was too early for me to go ahead with that or I guess it would remain as it is.
My introduction generally appeared like somebody who was a left away from the Cast Away crew and finally has found his way to the civilized world, although i might not be amazed at candles and lighters, but definitely amazed at the "extremely conspicuous sophistication"
ISB wanted that i become civilized (defined by the ability to speak english fluently, know the elegant way of eating food.....But in a week i could gather more than 25 ppl who were happy to talk abusively in hindi....and were happy to find company....I wish these numbers grow to 577 (batch strength)...Amen.
Certain events like team building etc were done, I have always kind of hated most of these types of stupid games, but thanks to alums...who had some morale to convey from each game.
A good thing that i learnt in this while...."SHIT HAPPENS"...so it did during the entire skit on talent show...but still we managed to pull it off and ca..me second...I can undoubtedly say...if those blunders wouldnt have taken place...we would be the winners for sure.....but no point cribbing later (another lesson)
Net impact club...has made a deep impact i pray that this interest stays on...forever....
Confusion confusion all over....marketing, retail, gmc, consulting.......and the list never ends...I am not sure what i want to do...but definitely am sure about the things i dont want to...Marketing, retail, IT, systems, BTC, consulting...and even this is not short...goes on and on.....Staying here the alums conveyed a beautiful thought....
"This is a great learning place, do what you think would not be possible outside" No matter what the end result is...but i will surely put my head and heart into learning ki dhanda kaise hota hai.....naukri toh koi de hi dega...aakhir itne bure bhi nahin hai...
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