When you are coming first in a sprint, having comfortable lead, the winner of which will get million of dollars. And you so realaxed and may be built the whole new world in dreams by those million dollars. Lost in dreams, all of a sudden you step on the pothole and whoooooop... down you go along with your dreams. Same happened to me in this mid term. First Cost Accounting and now the most feared Statistics. I was so close to getting cent percent. First time in my life, I knew the solution to every question in the Statistics exam paper. And as usual, my better senses took over and I made mess of it. From odd 40 ( Maximum Marks), all the way down to hostel, I had been rolling my score meter in reverse direction. And the reason for the that ... SILLY MISTAKES.... Since when the average of 3 numbers become sum of those 3 numbers divided by 2. And when does the option of theta = 0 come when Theta can have only 2 values precisely 1 and 2. Seriously am planning to visit dentist (the tooth on the left side of the mouth is really acting like a thorn.. playing a spoil sport) and psychiatrist.
Then finally when you are about to reach the door of your room in the hostel, a final blow comes. And there another 6 marks gone.....
Oh GOD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Think in the paper... But where was the time to think.... I was busy being happy that once I know the solutions to all the questions in the paper.....
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
Ipodization of India
Hey guys !! I usually start writing a blog by motivating myself. Donot mistake me for loner. looser and giveup guy who has to be pulled out of bed for everything. I usually attend to nature calls all by my own will power. No incentives and motivation required on that front. Well now I feel quite motivated. Well you must know that Motivation is important factor and a tool at the hands of MBAites. We feel we can motivate anybody, anytime. Quite a big claim.
Anyway allow me to continue with the IPODISATION of India topic. In recent times I have observed that there has been a culture jump in the youth of India. To keep up-to-date with these times, text books had to be re-printed with examples from today so that youth understands them.
It is been closely followed in the classes too. The students have gone rebel.
Simple funda: Till I am told not to do any mischief, disrespectful act or arbit stuff, I will do.
Simple logic: Humans are made that way. They have to be monitored. Else how will you justify police and courts.
But on the contrary, the prof doesn;t have to say everyime people start talking in the class that please dont talk. Or sometimes when the phone rings: You should not be listening to phones in the class. And remind the students that it is disrepectful act, such that students then come to knwo that it is disrespectful and they tend try to put a stop to it.
What's happening to us? Have we forgotten these values ?? Have we taken the wrong clues from the west and based on some false assumptions turned ourselves into hooligans.
Else how have we turned into this.....
Anyway allow me to continue with the IPODISATION of India topic. In recent times I have observed that there has been a culture jump in the youth of India. To keep up-to-date with these times, text books had to be re-printed with examples from today so that youth understands them.
It is been closely followed in the classes too. The students have gone rebel.
Simple funda: Till I am told not to do any mischief, disrespectful act or arbit stuff, I will do.
Simple logic: Humans are made that way. They have to be monitored. Else how will you justify police and courts.
But on the contrary, the prof doesn;t have to say everyime people start talking in the class that please dont talk. Or sometimes when the phone rings: You should not be listening to phones in the class. And remind the students that it is disrepectful act, such that students then come to knwo that it is disrespectful and they tend try to put a stop to it.
What's happening to us? Have we forgotten these values ?? Have we taken the wrong clues from the west and based on some false assumptions turned ourselves into hooligans.
Else how have we turned into this.....
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Relativity
After a long long time, today I feel that I am relatively free. I had class till 5:30pm in the evening. While coming back to room, felt a strong urge to lay down and sleep. Still avoiding that I managed to reach the football ground for practice. Part of the motivation was from the fact the rate of increase in circumference of the abdomen is outpacing the rate of elapsing time. Well came back to room and took a nap while being all covered with sweat to get up in time for dinner. So I did so many things today. And still Feel ????? Yes, feel becase though I have loads of stuff on my plate there is no deadlines to meet tomorrow. But if Idonot attend them today tomorrow I shall be relatively bussier running around and trying to complete my 2-3 assignments.
Relativity is what I am hearinng since coming to IIMC. Grading is absolutely relative (Oxymoron... What an irony !!) . Then each passing day, in a sense, should be relatively filled with more tasks till the summers start. And we relatively work upon our personality, academics and sports. I think management institution is a place where everyone reads out and learns to work in team but perform relatively.
Every one has to to perform in such a way to get that marginal factor in is resume. And each resume should be relatively better than each other in some or the other criteria.
Another thing that bugs me after "Maturity" is "Relativity". I doubt Einstein would have thought of the implications a Relativity would cause in an institution. Thus making the life hell for everyone.
What bothers more is it seems like everyone is a friend of other but still nobody is sure of other - courtsey Relativity.
Well I think we all have to cope up with the havoc caused by this word. And try to do damage control of the relationships that are built on relativity.
Time to go and enjoy this relatively free day
Relativity is what I am hearinng since coming to IIMC. Grading is absolutely relative (Oxymoron... What an irony !!) . Then each passing day, in a sense, should be relatively filled with more tasks till the summers start. And we relatively work upon our personality, academics and sports. I think management institution is a place where everyone reads out and learns to work in team but perform relatively.
Every one has to to perform in such a way to get that marginal factor in is resume. And each resume should be relatively better than each other in some or the other criteria.
Another thing that bugs me after "Maturity" is "Relativity". I doubt Einstein would have thought of the implications a Relativity would cause in an institution. Thus making the life hell for everyone.
What bothers more is it seems like everyone is a friend of other but still nobody is sure of other - courtsey Relativity.
Well I think we all have to cope up with the havoc caused by this word. And try to do damage control of the relationships that are built on relativity.
Time to go and enjoy this relatively free day
Friday, July 28, 2006
Blogs in the near future
Getting back to studies is tough task. One should think again, as many times required to dissuade oneself to come back to studies just because job prospects aren't looking great. Now when I have given my sar in the okhli then what to be afraid of musal. Well things have changed drastically in past few months. And I could write loads and loads of stuff on that. Thoughts come to my mind, and they disappear without me making the use of them.
Well again before I forget lemme jot down few blog titles which I might pick up to write in future:
Well again before I forget lemme jot down few blog titles which I might pick up to write in future:
- Pygmalion Effect
- Shutter Down - Demise of blogging in India
- Yesterday , Today and Tomorrow - Changes in me.
- Air Deccan - Air Bus or Bus in the air
- Ipodization of India
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Airport => 12.3 km
Today when I started from the house for Airport to finally leave Hyderabad before dawn. It was the strange feeling that gripped me. It was a roller coaster ride, on a smooth Hyderabadi road, to Airport. At that time I very badly wanted to return back home. Though my flat has already been rented to new tenets but any nook or corner in Hyderabad would suffice. The vacant smooth road of jubilee hills, where on innumerous counts I have visited Keshav Reddy for pani puri, whenever I wanted to be with myself, the road which always flattered my bike with its smoothness and I never felt hesitated to hundred rounds of that odyssy, was stopping me. It was urging me to take another round before I finally bid adieu to Hyderabad, without any certainty of returning. The Banjara hills road which emulates the curves of a gorgeous lady was ready to entice me in the coolness of the adjoining KBR park. But there I was helpless inching towards the airport.
The cab driver was given the strict instructions to drive as slowly as possible so that I can devour one last look at the sleepy Hyderabad. Slowly meandering through the Banjara Hills, I reached Hyderabad Central where I had done more shopping than my bags can hold. With now PVR on the top, it was the favorite weekend hangout. Crossing the Central, I passed the Odyssey bookshop, one of the big contributor to my literary side. They handed over a discount card on my first visit to their shop in Dec 2003. With that I guess they bought my shop loyalty, as I never liked any other shop in comparison to theirs. By the time I recovered from the Central-Odyssey, I found myself near to Lifestyle, which catered to my Ray-Ban needs. Life style alone was responsible of ripping off my wallet by eight thousand bucks on two ray-ban. Thinking about the Haveli restaurant, which I visited the previous night alone, to pamper my taste buds by giving them what they badly wanted, an Italian Macaroni.
After 12.3kms of this roller coaster ride of sentiments, I reached Airport. Though I still think the cab meter was fast, another of the Hyderabadi intuition, and I would have reached in 0.3 km less.
Reaching the airport I enter the grind of baggage screening and rigourous security check. Thereafter standing in a long queue for getting the boarding pass, I reached the counter. People from adjoining queue desperately fighting for the common weigh machine, again made me feel will I find this anywhere else. I really wanted to have the fun of one last argument, but my guards were down and I couldn’t pick a fight. I will really miss, missing this opportunity. Then after trying various permutations and combinations between cabin baggage and check-in baggage, in order to not to simply fly cheap- a prime reason for anybody opting Air Deccan, I got the boarding pass.
After security check, the boarding began in 5 minutes. As the boarding process started, passenger ran a sprint for 10 meters final towards the out door. I being expert positioned myself at the advantage position and was ready to take off even before the word go. A lady, as usual utilized her wild card of being a lady, won the argument with the staff with a very complex point that though she reached last to the queue, but she started first. Staff officials had other important things to do, so they let her lead the queue. But they oversaw the sheer hard work and planning I had put in to become the queue leader. Though I had supported reservation in the on-going reservation-anti-reservation coffee-toffee argument, today I strongly felt how merit suffers in reservation.
I boarded the flight and as usual took my favorite and least competed seat (isle side seat, in the second exit door on right wing of the plane i.e. 14C) . Passenger started pouring in and soon the plane took off after the initial flight rituals. While the safety jacket was being demo-ed, I was thinking about the guy who was caught stealing that useless jacket. I wondered what the guy had thought of doing with the jacket after he had successfully stolen it. Anyway that would be a mystery to me and would go down in the books along with what is there in Bermuda triangle.
Shopping therapy is when depressed shop. Though the shopping brings you out from that state for the moment, only to drop you from a higher altitude into the depression valley when the credit card statement comes the next week. I think I also got trapped in this vicious cycle. I happened to have a look at the Brand Sale catalogue. I wanted to buy most of the item in that catalogue, but after a lot of revision and switching on my anti shopping guard , I bought a 1 GB pen drive. This was after reading the rules and conditions that there is no guaranteed delivery in UP, Bihar, J&K and Andamans and Nicobar.
I was shocked to see the comparison between UP and Adamans, though this will be a useful matter for another blog. These days it seems people think for blogs only.
The flight landed on time at Mumbai Airport and the temperature reported to be 27 degrees centigrade. Finding the temperature optimum, I decided to let go my Hyderabad nostalgia. After collecting my baggage from conveyor, I am now waiting for Pallavi to turn up.
The cab driver was given the strict instructions to drive as slowly as possible so that I can devour one last look at the sleepy Hyderabad. Slowly meandering through the Banjara Hills, I reached Hyderabad Central where I had done more shopping than my bags can hold. With now PVR on the top, it was the favorite weekend hangout. Crossing the Central, I passed the Odyssey bookshop, one of the big contributor to my literary side. They handed over a discount card on my first visit to their shop in Dec 2003. With that I guess they bought my shop loyalty, as I never liked any other shop in comparison to theirs. By the time I recovered from the Central-Odyssey, I found myself near to Lifestyle, which catered to my Ray-Ban needs. Life style alone was responsible of ripping off my wallet by eight thousand bucks on two ray-ban. Thinking about the Haveli restaurant, which I visited the previous night alone, to pamper my taste buds by giving them what they badly wanted, an Italian Macaroni.
After 12.3kms of this roller coaster ride of sentiments, I reached Airport. Though I still think the cab meter was fast, another of the Hyderabadi intuition, and I would have reached in 0.3 km less.
Reaching the airport I enter the grind of baggage screening and rigourous security check. Thereafter standing in a long queue for getting the boarding pass, I reached the counter. People from adjoining queue desperately fighting for the common weigh machine, again made me feel will I find this anywhere else. I really wanted to have the fun of one last argument, but my guards were down and I couldn’t pick a fight. I will really miss, missing this opportunity. Then after trying various permutations and combinations between cabin baggage and check-in baggage, in order to not to simply fly cheap- a prime reason for anybody opting Air Deccan, I got the boarding pass.
After security check, the boarding began in 5 minutes. As the boarding process started, passenger ran a sprint for 10 meters final towards the out door. I being expert positioned myself at the advantage position and was ready to take off even before the word go. A lady, as usual utilized her wild card of being a lady, won the argument with the staff with a very complex point that though she reached last to the queue, but she started first. Staff officials had other important things to do, so they let her lead the queue. But they oversaw the sheer hard work and planning I had put in to become the queue leader. Though I had supported reservation in the on-going reservation-anti-reservation coffee-toffee argument, today I strongly felt how merit suffers in reservation.
I boarded the flight and as usual took my favorite and least competed seat (isle side seat, in the second exit door on right wing of the plane i.e. 14C) . Passenger started pouring in and soon the plane took off after the initial flight rituals. While the safety jacket was being demo-ed, I was thinking about the guy who was caught stealing that useless jacket. I wondered what the guy had thought of doing with the jacket after he had successfully stolen it. Anyway that would be a mystery to me and would go down in the books along with what is there in Bermuda triangle.
Shopping therapy is when depressed shop. Though the shopping brings you out from that state for the moment, only to drop you from a higher altitude into the depression valley when the credit card statement comes the next week. I think I also got trapped in this vicious cycle. I happened to have a look at the Brand Sale catalogue. I wanted to buy most of the item in that catalogue, but after a lot of revision and switching on my anti shopping guard , I bought a 1 GB pen drive. This was after reading the rules and conditions that there is no guaranteed delivery in UP, Bihar, J&K and Andamans and Nicobar.
I was shocked to see the comparison between UP and Adamans, though this will be a useful matter for another blog. These days it seems people think for blogs only.
The flight landed on time at Mumbai Airport and the temperature reported to be 27 degrees centigrade. Finding the temperature optimum, I decided to let go my Hyderabad nostalgia. After collecting my baggage from conveyor, I am now waiting for Pallavi to turn up.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Last Day at my Work
Well this day has come when I moved away from current job and did not have to think about joining other, a mini retirement, as you can say. That day was last Friday, and it was over. Though whatever I would have started saying that there would be no emotional speed breaker. Or it would be a smooth transition from work life to absolute nothing did not hold true. Life seemed to have been addicted to sitting before office desktop, unlimited net, pantry for juice and tea, gossips, chats, get-together at pizza hut for lunch, free treat for no visa, passport, or simply someone leaving sub team for another and of course the little work I do. This type of work culture is very difficult to find at any other place. Where will one find the flexibility in the time of coming to office and leaving the office. There was a time when I sat in office for mere few hours. And there was a time when I came early morning and sat through late night to complete my work. And nobody except few objecting to this type of work style.
Spending nearly two and a half year in the same company and at the same desk is some feat, I proudly look at. Because in the current job dynamics where people are monkey jumping from one company to another, thinking about what you exactly want and then giving time to the company to prove itself worthy to you requires a lot of patience. Joining as the fourteenth senior in the development team and leaving as the fourth senior speaks volume of what I have tried to said above.
Last one month after I had put down my papers, were kind of honeymoon at my work. Though there was work going on but it was kind of relatively lesser work load as compared to earlier. And it seems that it was the time when I could devote more time to some members of the team which otherwise I did not consider in the past. I was able to explore other aspects of life. I had been contemplative about national issues. I think I have definitely grown wiser in the past few month.
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Spending nearly two and a half year in the same company and at the same desk is some feat, I proudly look at. Because in the current job dynamics where people are monkey jumping from one company to another, thinking about what you exactly want and then giving time to the company to prove itself worthy to you requires a lot of patience. Joining as the fourteenth senior in the development team and leaving as the fourth senior speaks volume of what I have tried to said above.
Last one month after I had put down my papers, were kind of honeymoon at my work. Though there was work going on but it was kind of relatively lesser work load as compared to earlier. And it seems that it was the time when I could devote more time to some members of the team which otherwise I did not consider in the past. I was able to explore other aspects of life. I had been contemplative about national issues. I think I have definitely grown wiser in the past few month.
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