U are beautiful
I sit by the clock,
Memories run wild,
Life is bliss,
Now I know it why.
Present has never been so surreal,
The future so bright,
My heart palpitates a million beats,
Only to say you are mine.
Every breath that gushes and simmers,
Ushers in me, a love so pure and divine.
Drop of tear that may numb your eye,
Lacerates the soul,
Devours my plight.
The touch of your hands, fingers so benign
Evanesces my worries,
Am I not on cloud nine?
There is always more to you than meets the eye,
You are truly God’s sweetest creation alive.
Mesmerized by your laughter;
I hold you close and near,
Just wanna say
U are beautiful dear ...
Friday, November 24, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
WHat, above, looks like a wierd work of atrpiece is work of jackson pollack..no this aint a picture that u get to seee using google earth or configuration of some heavenly aestroid..The reason for it sharing space on my blog is that it is the costliest painting to be sold..
P.S 140 million bugs...( dont even know the zeroes in it )
Friday, November 03, 2006
Steve Jobs' Stanford Commencement Speech 2005
"Thank you. I'm honored to be with you today for your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. Truth be told, I never graduated from college and this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation.
Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first six months but then stayed around as a drop-in for another eighteen months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife, except that when I popped out, they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking, "We've got an unexpected baby boy. Do you want him?" They said, "Of course." My biological mother found out later that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would go to college.
This was the start in my life. And seventeen years later, I did go to college, but I naïvely chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and no idea of how college was going to help me figure it out, and here I was, spending all the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back, it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out, I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me and begin dropping in on the ones that looked far more interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms. I returned Coke bottles for the five-cent deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the seven miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example.
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer was beautifully hand-calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and sans-serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me, and we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts, and since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them.
If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on that calligraphy class and personals computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do.
Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college, but it was very, very clear looking backwards 10 years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward. You can only connect them looking backwards, so you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something--your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever--because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path, and that will make all the difference.
My second story is about love and loss. I was lucky. I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents' garage when I was twenty. We worked hard and in ten years, Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4,000 employees. We'd just released our finest creation, the Macintosh, a year earlier, and I'd just turned thirty, and then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew, we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so, things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge, and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our board of directors sided with him, and so at thirty, I was out, and very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down, that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure and I even thought about running away from the Valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me. I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I'd been rejected but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods in my life. During the next five years I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the world's first computer-animated feature film, "Toy Story," and is now the most successful animation studio in the world.
In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT and I returned to Apple and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance, and Lorene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful-tasting medicine but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life's going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love, and that is as true for work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work, and the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking, and don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it, and like any great relationship it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking. Don't settle.
My third story is about death. When I was 17 I read a quote that went something like "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself, "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "no" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important thing I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life, because almost everything--all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure--these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctors' code for "prepare to die." It means to try and tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next ten years to tell them, in just a few months. It means to make sure that everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope, the doctor started crying, because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and, thankfully, I am fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept. No one wants to die, even people who want to go to Heaven don't want to die to get there, and yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalogue, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stuart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late Sixties, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. it was sort of like Google in paperback form thirty-five years before Google came along. I was idealistic, overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stuart and his team put out several issues of the The Whole Earth Catalogue, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-Seventies and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath were the words, "Stay hungry, stay foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. "Stay hungry, stay foolish." And I have always wished that for myself, and now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay hungry, stay foolish.
Thank you all, very much."
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A great speech i must say and so true......too many times we are so engrossed making plans for our future that we fail to take notice of the present...to quote john lennon :
" life is what happens when u are busy making other plans "
that is the crux of whole point...day in day out people concern themselves worrying about their future progress, life that they forget to live in the present..ie in the moment...
I totally second his second story about not being trapped by dogma and living your own life..this sort of thing is so prevalent here in India, where by the tiem person takes account of his life he/she has to consult scores of people around and related to him from dad to friends to chacha, massa n all..only 5 % of them question themselves about what it is like they would really wanna do...
It is not that the our mind is oblivious to all these, just that for some it takes speeches, books and other stuff like these to show the light at the end of tunnel....
Watch this vedio : Steve jobs@ stanford
"Thank you. I'm honored to be with you today for your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. Truth be told, I never graduated from college and this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation.
Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first six months but then stayed around as a drop-in for another eighteen months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife, except that when I popped out, they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking, "We've got an unexpected baby boy. Do you want him?" They said, "Of course." My biological mother found out later that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would go to college.
This was the start in my life. And seventeen years later, I did go to college, but I naïvely chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and no idea of how college was going to help me figure it out, and here I was, spending all the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back, it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out, I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me and begin dropping in on the ones that looked far more interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms. I returned Coke bottles for the five-cent deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the seven miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example.
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer was beautifully hand-calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and sans-serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me, and we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts, and since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them.
If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on that calligraphy class and personals computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do.
Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college, but it was very, very clear looking backwards 10 years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward. You can only connect them looking backwards, so you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something--your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever--because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path, and that will make all the difference.
My second story is about love and loss. I was lucky. I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents' garage when I was twenty. We worked hard and in ten years, Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4,000 employees. We'd just released our finest creation, the Macintosh, a year earlier, and I'd just turned thirty, and then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew, we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so, things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge, and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our board of directors sided with him, and so at thirty, I was out, and very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down, that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure and I even thought about running away from the Valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me. I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I'd been rejected but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods in my life. During the next five years I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the world's first computer-animated feature film, "Toy Story," and is now the most successful animation studio in the world.
In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT and I returned to Apple and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance, and Lorene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful-tasting medicine but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life's going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love, and that is as true for work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work, and the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking, and don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it, and like any great relationship it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking. Don't settle.
My third story is about death. When I was 17 I read a quote that went something like "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself, "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "no" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important thing I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life, because almost everything--all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure--these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctors' code for "prepare to die." It means to try and tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next ten years to tell them, in just a few months. It means to make sure that everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope, the doctor started crying, because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and, thankfully, I am fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept. No one wants to die, even people who want to go to Heaven don't want to die to get there, and yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalogue, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stuart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late Sixties, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. it was sort of like Google in paperback form thirty-five years before Google came along. I was idealistic, overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stuart and his team put out several issues of the The Whole Earth Catalogue, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-Seventies and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath were the words, "Stay hungry, stay foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. "Stay hungry, stay foolish." And I have always wished that for myself, and now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay hungry, stay foolish.
Thank you all, very much."
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A great speech i must say and so true......too many times we are so engrossed making plans for our future that we fail to take notice of the present...to quote john lennon :
" life is what happens when u are busy making other plans "
that is the crux of whole point...day in day out people concern themselves worrying about their future progress, life that they forget to live in the present..ie in the moment...
I totally second his second story about not being trapped by dogma and living your own life..this sort of thing is so prevalent here in India, where by the tiem person takes account of his life he/she has to consult scores of people around and related to him from dad to friends to chacha, massa n all..only 5 % of them question themselves about what it is like they would really wanna do...
It is not that the our mind is oblivious to all these, just that for some it takes speeches, books and other stuff like these to show the light at the end of tunnel....
Watch this vedio : Steve jobs@ stanford
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
This is one helluva of article i found on net, talking about Belling the CAT...
For all my CAT compatriots, do check it out....
Arun "PsychoDementia" Jagannathan's article on how to take a consultant's approach at belling the CATWith about a month or so to go, the question that junta is asking at this point is not "Do I have it in me to crack CAT?" as much as "Do I have it in me to crack me in crack CAT in a month?"
Now let us presume that you present your problem to a management consultant like say McKinsey, what would they come up with? Remember they would give you only strategic advice, no actual implementation level micromanagement. Here are a few pointers that could actually turn up in their analysis report:
(1) Don't boil the ocean
Simply put, don't try to do something unimaginably huge (boil the ocean) to bring results that are not proportionate (get salt). This ways you will just cause more anguish when you realize half way through that the latent point of boiling for the ocean is pretty huge. Another way to put it is: Work smart, not hard.
Try to come up with a list of possible tasks for CAT and try figuring out what the amount of effort required to do it is. At the end of it, you can either lessen the effort or cross it out completely. Here is an example. A lot of you may be wondering if it is really wise to "do" the word-list. Go through a realistic run of where you are. This is a good time to go through the kind of words given over the last 4 years (over which CAT has kind of streamlined the questions) and figure if you really need to go through those huge word-lists. Amazingly at the end of the exercise, you might want to do away with it all together, or go through a selective portion just to ramp up your rusted skills. (For example, you might decide to do only the "High Frequency" words from Barron's GRE.)
(2) Pluck the low-hanging fruits first
An important point that many students don't realize at this juncture, due to immense pressure, is that it makes more sense for one to consolidate what he/she knows, rather than make an immature attempt to try learning everything. Do not attempt anything that is difficult. I have seen many students coming to me at the nth moment asking if they should be attempting "Permutation Combination". My simple answer is - If you have not done it in your schooling, if you have not done it in college, if you have not done it through out your CAT prep so far, then the chances that on November 21st the neurons in your brain actually go into a synaptical surge and the answer will plop in front of you are .........well, to be frank - quite bleak! Rather I would strengthen topics I know well - percentages, profit-loss, mensuration etc.
On the flip side, is it wise to be completely ignorant about these topics? The answer is a resounding NO!!!! I strongly suggest you take out some time (a few hours perhaps from an otherwise eventful study schedule) for each of these dreaded topics and figure out which are the formulae and basic types of problem. The test-setters of the more diabolic variety are known to sneak in a few deceptively. Most test-takers are blissfully unaware of this till the coaching institutes print a bold "SITTER" next to that question a day after the CAT and the cutoff seems all the more further away. Better safe than sorry!
(3) Think out of the box
Edward De Bono once famously remarked "An expert is someone who has succeeded in making decisions and judgments simpler through knowing what to pay attention to and what to ignore."
Try to ensure that whatever you do from now on is not something that is mechanical or by rote, but something that involves you actively in the process. So take up each problem and try figuring out stuff like - can it work with some variation? How can anyone twist this problem? Is there a simpler way of doing this? How I can design a problem for someone along these lines? etc. etc. In short - try to "internalize" the problem you are solving.
A classic example is the mock CATs you have taken so far. Even for those questions which have helped you inch towards the elusive cut-offs - try to figure which were ill-considered attempts. I have seen many instances in the past when my reason for choosing a correct answer was preposterous to say the least (I have, in good humor and on occasions, picked up answers because, from among others, it "sounded" correct!) and yet managed to get them right. Try to sit and figure if the same problem has a better way of doing it.
(4) Peel the onion
Layer by layer......one thing at a time
Let us presume you have a problem with reading large data in DI. In short, number crunching is not exactly one of your virtues, (normally these are areas you would not touch with a ten-foot pole!), yet is a necessary evil which cannot be avoided (like say P&C). We need to figure out how best to deal with this.
Take a couple of the mocks you have taken and try figuring out how you have done in it. See what is it that actually stopped you from getting in the top percentile. "I suck at numbers" is an answer which will neither aid your morale nor help you analyze yourself better. Be more objective and tough. Speed? Bad at approximation? The questions were too ambiguous? Whatever the reasons - try making a list of those things. Now instead of racking your brain alone over what can be done for that, speak to someone at your institute. Better still, catch a friend/mentor who has "been there and done that" for his/her insights on what can be done to help bridge this gap. Remember that you may also use the "boiling the ocean" principle here and remove any ideas of indulging in frivolous activities like learning Vedic mathematics at this point.
(5) Pareto's principle
The 80/20 rule. Some of the variations are :
20% of the time goes in doing 80% of the tasks, 20% of the business brings 80% of the revenue,20% of the world controls 80% of the money etc. The point here is: Try to figure which is the 80% that is bringing you the marks and focus on that. I read somewhere what one of the CAT 2003 100%iler had written - he had wanted to maximize on Verbal and tried to get cutoff in quant. And sure he maximized in Verbal with a score of 45 (and just around 17.5 in QA)!! There is no use spending all 1hour in quant and getting 2 marks more than the cutoff and spending 20mins in verbal and get barely get the cutoff.
(6) Parkinson's Law
The law states - "Work expands to fill the time available to do it" I think the scourge of every self-respecting graduate is doing a "night-out" to write that college journal a day before the submission. And we carry this habit with us to the work place too. Just look around you it keeps happening all the time - software project, advertising campaigns, government decisions - you name it! So is it with CAT.
Set yourself challenging schedules and stick to it. Tell yourself you are going to analyze those dreaded mock cats which have been piling on a corner for the last few months. Sounds impossible right? But as the Nike ad says "Just do it!" Even if you are not able to complete it, so be it, at the least you started and finished in a go. Keep challenging yourself; try sneaking out every last minute you have to get something done. Do those distasteful tables when you are having your smoke after lunch. Do those obnoxious RC practices when you are reading the morning newspaper.
And remember you cannot really challenge yourself unless you have a hard target to achieve.
(7) The fish cannot bat and I cannot swim
Words from Boycott could not be truer in the CAT perspective. Realize what your areas of strength and areas of weaknesses are. But still at the end of the day there will be the odd ball "stud" who licks the field clean. So in your approach you would be wise if you remember to steer clear of any ego-issues. Don't try tackling that extra toughie DI problem set which goes into 3rd decimals of approximation or the arcane RC passage on Madhubani paintings just because you are out there trying to prove you too are one. The point in case is that if you were one, you would not have been struggling.
Last year there was this guy in IIT Chennai. He was a math and physics Olympiad with an IIT-JEE AIR of 12. He ended up with a 100%ile (and a score of 103 in CAT 2003!). He went on to join IIM-B. Realize that there are always going to be guys like this. Instead of worrying about them, realize that at the most there are going to be around 100 odd guys like this. Forget about them. Think about the 1100 others who are vying for the same seat as you. And if you are really bothered about such guys, then stock your fridge with some cold beer!
(8) Fail to plan then you plan to fail
Put in excruciating detail into the planning/scoping work before you start out. Make sure every waking hour is accounted for. Doesn't mean you have to go overboard and start planning to account for each minute. Rather, a detailed account of how you are going to spend time over the next month. A caveat to the fore-mentioned point. At times we do things just because it was in the original plan. Make sure your plan is flexible. If a week before CAT you figure that doing more practice in RC is going to pay off, so be it!! But make sure you constantly check your plan and ask "Is it the right thing to do?" rather than "Am I doing it correctly?"
(9) Life is what happens when you are busy making plans - John Lennon (1940-1980)
Some words of wisdom that I keep telling myself everyday, CAT or no CAT. "The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home.
The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude... I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. "
At the end of the day it is a just an exam. Nothing more. Nothing less. No reason why you should treat it differently. No reason why you should worry more. No reason why you should not think about other things in life. No reason why you should not keep your cool. If you were expecting a list of dos and don'ts I am afraid I might have disappointed you. But this is not meant to serve as one in the first place - the institutes are already doing a pretty good job of that. What I have done is tried summarizing a few points (which I believe are neither mutually exclusive nor collectively exhaustive) to give you a checklist against which you can verify the usefulness of everything that you would be doing from now on.
For all my CAT compatriots, do check it out....
Arun "PsychoDementia" Jagannathan's article on how to take a consultant's approach at belling the CATWith about a month or so to go, the question that junta is asking at this point is not "Do I have it in me to crack CAT?" as much as "Do I have it in me to crack me in crack CAT in a month?"
Now let us presume that you present your problem to a management consultant like say McKinsey, what would they come up with? Remember they would give you only strategic advice, no actual implementation level micromanagement. Here are a few pointers that could actually turn up in their analysis report:
(1) Don't boil the ocean
Simply put, don't try to do something unimaginably huge (boil the ocean) to bring results that are not proportionate (get salt). This ways you will just cause more anguish when you realize half way through that the latent point of boiling for the ocean is pretty huge. Another way to put it is: Work smart, not hard.
Try to come up with a list of possible tasks for CAT and try figuring out what the amount of effort required to do it is. At the end of it, you can either lessen the effort or cross it out completely. Here is an example. A lot of you may be wondering if it is really wise to "do" the word-list. Go through a realistic run of where you are. This is a good time to go through the kind of words given over the last 4 years (over which CAT has kind of streamlined the questions) and figure if you really need to go through those huge word-lists. Amazingly at the end of the exercise, you might want to do away with it all together, or go through a selective portion just to ramp up your rusted skills. (For example, you might decide to do only the "High Frequency" words from Barron's GRE.)
(2) Pluck the low-hanging fruits first
An important point that many students don't realize at this juncture, due to immense pressure, is that it makes more sense for one to consolidate what he/she knows, rather than make an immature attempt to try learning everything. Do not attempt anything that is difficult. I have seen many students coming to me at the nth moment asking if they should be attempting "Permutation Combination". My simple answer is - If you have not done it in your schooling, if you have not done it in college, if you have not done it through out your CAT prep so far, then the chances that on November 21st the neurons in your brain actually go into a synaptical surge and the answer will plop in front of you are .........well, to be frank - quite bleak! Rather I would strengthen topics I know well - percentages, profit-loss, mensuration etc.
On the flip side, is it wise to be completely ignorant about these topics? The answer is a resounding NO!!!! I strongly suggest you take out some time (a few hours perhaps from an otherwise eventful study schedule) for each of these dreaded topics and figure out which are the formulae and basic types of problem. The test-setters of the more diabolic variety are known to sneak in a few deceptively. Most test-takers are blissfully unaware of this till the coaching institutes print a bold "SITTER" next to that question a day after the CAT and the cutoff seems all the more further away. Better safe than sorry!
(3) Think out of the box
Edward De Bono once famously remarked "An expert is someone who has succeeded in making decisions and judgments simpler through knowing what to pay attention to and what to ignore."
Try to ensure that whatever you do from now on is not something that is mechanical or by rote, but something that involves you actively in the process. So take up each problem and try figuring out stuff like - can it work with some variation? How can anyone twist this problem? Is there a simpler way of doing this? How I can design a problem for someone along these lines? etc. etc. In short - try to "internalize" the problem you are solving.
A classic example is the mock CATs you have taken so far. Even for those questions which have helped you inch towards the elusive cut-offs - try to figure which were ill-considered attempts. I have seen many instances in the past when my reason for choosing a correct answer was preposterous to say the least (I have, in good humor and on occasions, picked up answers because, from among others, it "sounded" correct!) and yet managed to get them right. Try to sit and figure if the same problem has a better way of doing it.
(4) Peel the onion
Layer by layer......one thing at a time
Let us presume you have a problem with reading large data in DI. In short, number crunching is not exactly one of your virtues, (normally these are areas you would not touch with a ten-foot pole!), yet is a necessary evil which cannot be avoided (like say P&C). We need to figure out how best to deal with this.
Take a couple of the mocks you have taken and try figuring out how you have done in it. See what is it that actually stopped you from getting in the top percentile. "I suck at numbers" is an answer which will neither aid your morale nor help you analyze yourself better. Be more objective and tough. Speed? Bad at approximation? The questions were too ambiguous? Whatever the reasons - try making a list of those things. Now instead of racking your brain alone over what can be done for that, speak to someone at your institute. Better still, catch a friend/mentor who has "been there and done that" for his/her insights on what can be done to help bridge this gap. Remember that you may also use the "boiling the ocean" principle here and remove any ideas of indulging in frivolous activities like learning Vedic mathematics at this point.
(5) Pareto's principle
The 80/20 rule. Some of the variations are :
20% of the time goes in doing 80% of the tasks, 20% of the business brings 80% of the revenue,20% of the world controls 80% of the money etc. The point here is: Try to figure which is the 80% that is bringing you the marks and focus on that. I read somewhere what one of the CAT 2003 100%iler had written - he had wanted to maximize on Verbal and tried to get cutoff in quant. And sure he maximized in Verbal with a score of 45 (and just around 17.5 in QA)!! There is no use spending all 1hour in quant and getting 2 marks more than the cutoff and spending 20mins in verbal and get barely get the cutoff.
(6) Parkinson's Law
The law states - "Work expands to fill the time available to do it" I think the scourge of every self-respecting graduate is doing a "night-out" to write that college journal a day before the submission. And we carry this habit with us to the work place too. Just look around you it keeps happening all the time - software project, advertising campaigns, government decisions - you name it! So is it with CAT.
Set yourself challenging schedules and stick to it. Tell yourself you are going to analyze those dreaded mock cats which have been piling on a corner for the last few months. Sounds impossible right? But as the Nike ad says "Just do it!" Even if you are not able to complete it, so be it, at the least you started and finished in a go. Keep challenging yourself; try sneaking out every last minute you have to get something done. Do those distasteful tables when you are having your smoke after lunch. Do those obnoxious RC practices when you are reading the morning newspaper.
And remember you cannot really challenge yourself unless you have a hard target to achieve.
(7) The fish cannot bat and I cannot swim
Words from Boycott could not be truer in the CAT perspective. Realize what your areas of strength and areas of weaknesses are. But still at the end of the day there will be the odd ball "stud" who licks the field clean. So in your approach you would be wise if you remember to steer clear of any ego-issues. Don't try tackling that extra toughie DI problem set which goes into 3rd decimals of approximation or the arcane RC passage on Madhubani paintings just because you are out there trying to prove you too are one. The point in case is that if you were one, you would not have been struggling.
Last year there was this guy in IIT Chennai. He was a math and physics Olympiad with an IIT-JEE AIR of 12. He ended up with a 100%ile (and a score of 103 in CAT 2003!). He went on to join IIM-B. Realize that there are always going to be guys like this. Instead of worrying about them, realize that at the most there are going to be around 100 odd guys like this. Forget about them. Think about the 1100 others who are vying for the same seat as you. And if you are really bothered about such guys, then stock your fridge with some cold beer!
(8) Fail to plan then you plan to fail
Put in excruciating detail into the planning/scoping work before you start out. Make sure every waking hour is accounted for. Doesn't mean you have to go overboard and start planning to account for each minute. Rather, a detailed account of how you are going to spend time over the next month. A caveat to the fore-mentioned point. At times we do things just because it was in the original plan. Make sure your plan is flexible. If a week before CAT you figure that doing more practice in RC is going to pay off, so be it!! But make sure you constantly check your plan and ask "Is it the right thing to do?" rather than "Am I doing it correctly?"
(9) Life is what happens when you are busy making plans - John Lennon (1940-1980)
Some words of wisdom that I keep telling myself everyday, CAT or no CAT. "The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home.
The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude... I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. "
At the end of the day it is a just an exam. Nothing more. Nothing less. No reason why you should treat it differently. No reason why you should worry more. No reason why you should not think about other things in life. No reason why you should not keep your cool. If you were expecting a list of dos and don'ts I am afraid I might have disappointed you. But this is not meant to serve as one in the first place - the institutes are already doing a pretty good job of that. What I have done is tried summarizing a few points (which I believe are neither mutually exclusive nor collectively exhaustive) to give you a checklist against which you can verify the usefulness of everything that you would be doing from now on.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
SOme etymology lessons for u...
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water
temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to
be.
Here are some facts about the 1500's: These are interesting...
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in
May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting
to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odour.
Hence, the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house
had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and
men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By
then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.
Hence,the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood
underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the
cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it
rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall
off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed
a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess
up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung
over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into
existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt.
Hence the saying "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get
slippery in the winter when wet , so they spread thresh (straw) on the
floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more
thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping
outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying
a "thresh hold."
(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that
always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things
to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They
would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold
overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in
it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge
hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special.
When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It
was a sign of wealth that a man could "bring home the bacon." They would
cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew
the fat."
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content
caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning
death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years
or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of
the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper
crust."
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would
sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking
along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.
They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family
would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would
wake up. Hence, the custom of holding a "wake".
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of
places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the
bones to a "bone-house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these
coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the
inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they
would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the
coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to
sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the
bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "
dead ringer."
And that's the truth... Now , whoever said that History was boring !
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water
temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to
be.
Here are some facts about the 1500's: These are interesting...
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in
May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting
to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odour.
Hence, the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house
had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and
men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By
then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.
Hence,the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood
underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the
cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it
rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall
off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed
a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess
up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung
over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into
existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt.
Hence the saying "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get
slippery in the winter when wet , so they spread thresh (straw) on the
floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more
thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping
outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying
a "thresh hold."
(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that
always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things
to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They
would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold
overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in
it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge
hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special.
When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It
was a sign of wealth that a man could "bring home the bacon." They would
cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew
the fat."
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content
caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning
death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years
or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of
the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper
crust."
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would
sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking
along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.
They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family
would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would
wake up. Hence, the custom of holding a "wake".
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of
places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the
bones to a "bone-house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these
coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the
inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they
would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the
coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to
sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the
bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "
dead ringer."
And that's the truth... Now , whoever said that History was boring !
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Au Courant
YA, thats what i nicknamed this post of mine, bcoz thats one de facto element missing in this blog..so now that i decide to assemble my thoughts over the week's jamboree, y suddenly font looks so mellowed down..better change it to black, n u can now very well assume that author has an unending cornucopia ( dont blame me, i learned tht recently ) of time to play with despite his liason with CAT-- ( WTF !!!!!! only 3 months left ), tête-à-tête with taapu (miss u ), food hunting expeditions..
lots been happening over the week, rather month with class on virtual official leave ( who said engineering was boring and hard work ) and i, having accosted with situation of near enough hostel arrest. its been one helluva of CL-week with incessant mocks, FLT..its like u are in a 7 screen multiplex, where audiences keep jostling from one show to other visciously, only to discover that the protagnist in the show is being played by themselves...
its not surprising that i keep having these nightmares about this gaunty zomby person lying alone in a forested land, his carcass being hurled by the banshees with sobriquets featuring TAT, XAT,FLT,MOCKS,SNAP..blahblah..booboo..n various other accomplices to donate to the sacrificial spirit CAT 06...
thuddddddddd !!! grow UP, oh sorry abt these ramblings, it often happens to CL-ites " be a one or be left out to compete against none"..
as for the idiot box, if there is any such in our palatial hostel, we are left to mercy of apna bhartiya DD..one can give 1000 reasons to hate it...though F! season is on a swing with schumi
the legendry lone warrior, reincarnating from the ashes calling the shots..but what he has achieved is only the tip of iceberg..5 races remaining, go Alonso go...n along goes million bucks with the champion..Though birdie tells me that kimi might be signing with ferrari fr 5 years and getting payed 190 million, handsomely (this is only a minor word to describe the collosal amount )
As for college trivia, there nothing new unheard of, same ol companies and polity wacking their minds to loot the maximum cash..long live MACT MACT...
its time that I go and gorge on the delicacies being prepared in the mess or call it 'nose' the food..ya thats another thing i came to know, as ur tongue is capable of recognizing only 4 types of tastes, but nose can recognize 200 different smells..so next time u move to your mess, be sure to nose it before you eat !!!!!
lots been happening over the week, rather month with class on virtual official leave ( who said engineering was boring and hard work ) and i, having accosted with situation of near enough hostel arrest. its been one helluva of CL-week with incessant mocks, FLT..its like u are in a 7 screen multiplex, where audiences keep jostling from one show to other visciously, only to discover that the protagnist in the show is being played by themselves...
its not surprising that i keep having these nightmares about this gaunty zomby person lying alone in a forested land, his carcass being hurled by the banshees with sobriquets featuring TAT, XAT,FLT,MOCKS,SNAP..blahblah..booboo..n various other accomplices to donate to the sacrificial spirit CAT 06...
thuddddddddd !!! grow UP, oh sorry abt these ramblings, it often happens to CL-ites " be a one or be left out to compete against none"..
as for the idiot box, if there is any such in our palatial hostel, we are left to mercy of apna bhartiya DD..one can give 1000 reasons to hate it...though F! season is on a swing with schumi
the legendry lone warrior, reincarnating from the ashes calling the shots..but what he has achieved is only the tip of iceberg..5 races remaining, go Alonso go...n along goes million bucks with the champion..Though birdie tells me that kimi might be signing with ferrari fr 5 years and getting payed 190 million, handsomely (this is only a minor word to describe the collosal amount )
As for college trivia, there nothing new unheard of, same ol companies and polity wacking their minds to loot the maximum cash..long live MACT MACT...
its time that I go and gorge on the delicacies being prepared in the mess or call it 'nose' the food..ya thats another thing i came to know, as ur tongue is capable of recognizing only 4 types of tastes, but nose can recognize 200 different smells..so next time u move to your mess, be sure to nose it before you eat !!!!!
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
D-tour
After a long hiatus, am back to my college life..yeh, its fourth year for me..along with constant ramblings, hustles n bustles,college gabs, borin lectures, blood sucking professors,night talks n gudnites theres lot to look forward to or cater to..
so wht shd a person do with rains incessantly pouring outside, nirvana running on your laptop..as for me i decided to write this post..ya i know, this idea might suck for the reason who wouldnt want to go enjoy himself in those rains !!
nyways i happen to remember this outing of mine during the vacations, if u can call them tht, to THE most coveted, thirst quenching,eye pooping,pulse racing, no re not a resturant but Ahemedabad's ( yup gujju land )prized jewel IIM- ahmedabad..
for ny outsider its a dream to enter the hallowed portals of the esteemed insti n gaze upon its exteriors, the brainy chaps n what do exactly managers look like..
Though wont get surprised if u are nt able to find some of these, bcoz IIM is quite like any other college,campus as common as most others but still has a presence that makes one feel special being there..
one thing that strucks you the most is the stark presence of circular voids in building architecture, which is said to be picked up from gothic architecture..
each building exterior that u happen to pay visit has a presence of circle or semi circle in it, makin it quite intigruing...
building looks r nythin but lavish..its has quite a rustic feel to it...
but apart from the infrastructure or the facilities, wht makes the place standout is the students or so called 'to be future managers'..it makes the person strive for tht extra thing to get to that place n be a part of it..
guess thats the whole essence of it n quite a underlying factor which makes a place buzz with energy..
nothin more to tell, will keep u posted more if i secure a seat there..hehehe..
keep blogging.....
After a long hiatus, am back to my college life..yeh, its fourth year for me..along with constant ramblings, hustles n bustles,college gabs, borin lectures, blood sucking professors,night talks n gudnites theres lot to look forward to or cater to..
so wht shd a person do with rains incessantly pouring outside, nirvana running on your laptop..as for me i decided to write this post..ya i know, this idea might suck for the reason who wouldnt want to go enjoy himself in those rains !!
nyways i happen to remember this outing of mine during the vacations, if u can call them tht, to THE most coveted, thirst quenching,eye pooping,pulse racing, no re not a resturant but Ahemedabad's ( yup gujju land )prized jewel IIM- ahmedabad..
for ny outsider its a dream to enter the hallowed portals of the esteemed insti n gaze upon its exteriors, the brainy chaps n what do exactly managers look like..
Though wont get surprised if u are nt able to find some of these, bcoz IIM is quite like any other college,campus as common as most others but still has a presence that makes one feel special being there..
one thing that strucks you the most is the stark presence of circular voids in building architecture, which is said to be picked up from gothic architecture..
each building exterior that u happen to pay visit has a presence of circle or semi circle in it, makin it quite intigruing...
building looks r nythin but lavish..its has quite a rustic feel to it...
but apart from the infrastructure or the facilities, wht makes the place standout is the students or so called 'to be future managers'..it makes the person strive for tht extra thing to get to that place n be a part of it..
guess thats the whole essence of it n quite a underlying factor which makes a place buzz with energy..
nothin more to tell, will keep u posted more if i secure a seat there..hehehe..
keep blogging.....
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Found this really good article on net... A must read
May Be The Future Is Like This :-Reservation
Sun is rising as usual in the east. Im standing here outside theschool,waiting for my 10 yr kid. He studies in class 2. Only this yearhe could get admission into the school. For the last5 yrs, admissionswere closed for the general category students.School bell rings. I can see a lot of happy children coming out of thegate, i waited for half an hour and my kid came at last after otherchildren.Genaral students are not allowed to cross the gate unless otherOBC/SC/ST students have crossed the gates.OBC/SC/ST fathers drive away their children in classy cars. But i hv towalk back home with my kid a 5km stretch. I lost my car some years backwhen Govt. came with a rule that general people have to deposit a taxequal to cost of their cars. Failing which i had to sell the car. As faras buses are concerned, the seats in buses are reserved for OBC/SC/ST.So no place there also.After walking some 5km in scorching heat i finally reached home.
It was wednesday ... shit , no electricity.Every mon,wed,thu,sat is power cutin the houses of General category population .So that SC/ST/OBC can beuplifted by providing them with every opportunity and in thatconsideration electricity is an important factor.Its 10:00 pm in night no electricity at home. Its very hot inside the four walls of home .So i dare to step out in park with my wife and kid.I seated myself with my family on a secluded bench in garden. It was hardly 5 min ...a guard came to us strolling in the park.He asked me what caste you belong to. I said with some hesitation .. G..General.He asked me to paya fine of Rs.200 and get out of the park.My Fault...The bench I was sitting on was meant for again the SC/ST/OBC. For their upliftment, peace of mind is an essential things. So govt came with this decision to reserve benches for them.Kudos to them...
Its early in the morning ...the newspaper wala just knocked the door.I took the newspaper and started reading ..,its independence day . i never used to forget this days some 20 yrs back. My kid hardly knows wat 15th august is,because i never told him any stories of greatness of our country or anything realted to country.I don't feel like telling him the failures after freedom.On front page of newspaper, in a corner their is a news about a OBCmember getting 6 months impriosonment in "BAL SUDHAR GRAHA" from ajuvenile court for murdering a six year old girl. Yes the rules havebeen amended ,since the last 5 years.The Culprit was a 25 year old OBCso age relaxation was provided for trial of crime.So he was taken to juvenile court, since there is an age relaxation for OBC/SC/ST.About 11 am some one gave me the BAD news about demise of one of my neighbour and friend Mr.Mehta. I went to his house for condolence nextday,his body was lying there still rotting in the heat.I asked his son about the Cremation .His son told me " Many reserved category have died yesterday so we are not getting entry to creamtion ground ". This ruleis the latest from Govt.Where the seats in creamtion ground will be reserved for SC/ST/OBC for their upliftment. Finally next day Mehta jiwas creamted.i could see the sun setting through the Flames burning alibarated Body, liberated from caste n creed.I was surprised sun still sets in the west.?It was about 9 pm , i was about to sleep in my bed my son came to mewith innocence in his eyes , inquisitively he asked me the question: "what is reservation?" I asked him where u listened that .He suddenly burst in tears .. i asked him to keep..quiet.But i could listen through his sobs "mujhe bhi reservation chahiye".How can i convince him its no other toy in the market i can get for him?He kept cryin that night ,claiming many of "his classmates have got reservation".To make him quiet i said ok ,I'll buy you reservation at your nextB'day.HOPE he understands the bloody concept soon
May Be The Future Is Like This :-Reservation
Sun is rising as usual in the east. Im standing here outside theschool,waiting for my 10 yr kid. He studies in class 2. Only this yearhe could get admission into the school. For the last5 yrs, admissionswere closed for the general category students.School bell rings. I can see a lot of happy children coming out of thegate, i waited for half an hour and my kid came at last after otherchildren.Genaral students are not allowed to cross the gate unless otherOBC/SC/ST students have crossed the gates.OBC/SC/ST fathers drive away their children in classy cars. But i hv towalk back home with my kid a 5km stretch. I lost my car some years backwhen Govt. came with a rule that general people have to deposit a taxequal to cost of their cars. Failing which i had to sell the car. As faras buses are concerned, the seats in buses are reserved for OBC/SC/ST.So no place there also.After walking some 5km in scorching heat i finally reached home.
It was wednesday ... shit , no electricity.Every mon,wed,thu,sat is power cutin the houses of General category population .So that SC/ST/OBC can beuplifted by providing them with every opportunity and in thatconsideration electricity is an important factor.Its 10:00 pm in night no electricity at home. Its very hot inside the four walls of home .So i dare to step out in park with my wife and kid.I seated myself with my family on a secluded bench in garden. It was hardly 5 min ...a guard came to us strolling in the park.He asked me what caste you belong to. I said with some hesitation .. G..General.He asked me to paya fine of Rs.200 and get out of the park.My Fault...The bench I was sitting on was meant for again the SC/ST/OBC. For their upliftment, peace of mind is an essential things. So govt came with this decision to reserve benches for them.Kudos to them...
Its early in the morning ...the newspaper wala just knocked the door.I took the newspaper and started reading ..,its independence day . i never used to forget this days some 20 yrs back. My kid hardly knows wat 15th august is,because i never told him any stories of greatness of our country or anything realted to country.I don't feel like telling him the failures after freedom.On front page of newspaper, in a corner their is a news about a OBCmember getting 6 months impriosonment in "BAL SUDHAR GRAHA" from ajuvenile court for murdering a six year old girl. Yes the rules havebeen amended ,since the last 5 years.The Culprit was a 25 year old OBCso age relaxation was provided for trial of crime.So he was taken to juvenile court, since there is an age relaxation for OBC/SC/ST.About 11 am some one gave me the BAD news about demise of one of my neighbour and friend Mr.Mehta. I went to his house for condolence nextday,his body was lying there still rotting in the heat.I asked his son about the Cremation .His son told me " Many reserved category have died yesterday so we are not getting entry to creamtion ground ". This ruleis the latest from Govt.Where the seats in creamtion ground will be reserved for SC/ST/OBC for their upliftment. Finally next day Mehta jiwas creamted.i could see the sun setting through the Flames burning alibarated Body, liberated from caste n creed.I was surprised sun still sets in the west.?It was about 9 pm , i was about to sleep in my bed my son came to mewith innocence in his eyes , inquisitively he asked me the question: "what is reservation?" I asked him where u listened that .He suddenly burst in tears .. i asked him to keep..quiet.But i could listen through his sobs "mujhe bhi reservation chahiye".How can i convince him its no other toy in the market i can get for him?He kept cryin that night ,claiming many of "his classmates have got reservation".To make him quiet i said ok ,I'll buy you reservation at your nextB'day.HOPE he understands the bloody concept soon
Monday, May 08, 2006
LOST in Flashback
Yes, now that I can see the end of my exams (phew!!), I can return back to my good old fokutting days, only to be met with the horrendous situation of placements and companies by the end of the week. Guess they say it right, that happiness always comes in attractive little packages only to be trampled by ever brewing troubles.But why dread now, when it’s raining outside. That’s only a figurative way of saying it, who wouldn’t love to see droplets of water in this summery weather.Talking of flashback, since that’s what I titled this post as, it was heartning to see resurgence of good old schumi in formula 1 yesterday..That was his second consecutive win...Ferrari has really turned the heat on...
Other thing that has kept me goin these days apart from exams and my weekly trips in search of food is the coming of Abc’s sitcom LOST second season…This is one thing u love about hostel..Access to anything, anytime...
For those who have seen the first season cant wait to get their hands on second…drama and suspense simply makes it irresistable…so out we were in the midst of exams to have a peek-a-boo into the mystery and sat for the first two episodes…I wouldn’t annoy you by disclosing the plot, but how lovely it would be to tell about the ‘others’ or the raft that had sawyer and michael…or the hatch that Lock tried so hard to open contains…..
Guess should tell you now……
That it has…..
Now that u have managed to read till this with patience, wouldn’t test more of it….
By simply blabbing in order to stretch this post…
Though hold Ur excitement, as first two episodes make u think whether it really was the lost that kept u hooked to your seat or if they are trying a new strategy to promote Trp rating...admist the mystery of other people on the island and the hatch, what u see is a long series of boring and stretched flashbacks and gibberish talk between michael and sawyer..I don’t know what is with that guy michael, but just a apperance of him in any scene makes u wanna kick his ass or skip the episode..His character is being chalked out so disgustingly boring.His super affection for his son will keep u agitated for many more episodes...I guess if the producers of the sitcom really wanted to stretch the serial, they could have thought of counsulting aamchi ekta kapoor (producer with k factor) and achieved valuable tips on 1001 ways to frustrate people and have extra marital affairs…But what they did manage to achieve is put in more mystery masala,which makes u indulge in finding or jotting endless series of connections, who met whom, why is he here, what does he really want and wat nots. Kate looks more mesmerising than ever and sawyer is as rascally as before.
Well am off to watch the rest of episodes, hope they turn out better than the previous…Stay cool and better not get LOST…..
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
It's Pj time
Thought u all might have got bored by now making a sense out of my idiosyncrasies, i thought why not give u some refresher ( read : "why always me" ), so started this new section of PJ ( call it poor, plebeian, pathetic, passable, parodic.....cant rem any more p's jokes ) dedicated to my dear friends sachin and abhiram and their bond called ASPA....
Here goes the first one :
A Sardarji joined a big Multi National Company as a trainee. On his first day he dialed the pantry and shouted into the phone,"Abey saale! Get me a coffee quickly!" The voice from the other side responded,"You fool you've dialed the wrong extension! Do you know who you're talking to, dumbo?" "No", replied the trainee. "It's the Managing Director of the company, you fool!" The Sardarji shouted back, "And do you know who YOU are talking to, you fool?" "No.", replied the Managing Director. "Good!", replied the Sardarji and put the phone down!
Fell free to post your versions....
Thought u all might have got bored by now making a sense out of my idiosyncrasies, i thought why not give u some refresher ( read : "why always me" ), so started this new section of PJ ( call it poor, plebeian, pathetic, passable, parodic.....cant rem any more p's jokes ) dedicated to my dear friends sachin and abhiram and their bond called ASPA....
Here goes the first one :
A Sardarji joined a big Multi National Company as a trainee. On his first day he dialed the pantry and shouted into the phone,"Abey saale! Get me a coffee quickly!" The voice from the other side responded,"You fool you've dialed the wrong extension! Do you know who you're talking to, dumbo?" "No", replied the trainee. "It's the Managing Director of the company, you fool!" The Sardarji shouted back, "And do you know who YOU are talking to, you fool?" "No.", replied the Managing Director. "Good!", replied the Sardarji and put the phone down!
Fell free to post your versions....
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Some things you may never probably hear a gal discuss or say ::
1> Her age
2> Her weight
3> I dont wanna go for shopping
4> SRK'S acting makes wanna puke out
5> Am i looking too old for this dress??
6> Brad pitt reminds me of anniston's father
7> I wanna watch wrestling today...give me a hell yeah..
8> One should always arrive for a date on time..
9> That bald professor looks soo cute..
10> I hate sunsets and candlelight dinners
11> Television and k serials are not my cup of tea..
12> Weddings are not occassions to check out other people's clothes...
13> I dont have time for makeup..
14> Mine boyfriend is better than his..
15> Can i have your phone number??
16> My mobile never runs out of balance...
17> You are so truthful
18> I love when they apply butter and ghee on paratha and rotis
19> I wanna go to the stadium to watchthe india australia match
20> I love to be in driver's seat when going for a long drive ..
21> Can i F--K u ???
1> Her age
2> Her weight
3> I dont wanna go for shopping
4> SRK'S acting makes wanna puke out
5> Am i looking too old for this dress??
6> Brad pitt reminds me of anniston's father
7> I wanna watch wrestling today...give me a hell yeah..
8> One should always arrive for a date on time..
9> That bald professor looks soo cute..
10> I hate sunsets and candlelight dinners
11> Television and k serials are not my cup of tea..
12> Weddings are not occassions to check out other people's clothes...
13> I dont have time for makeup..
14> Mine boyfriend is better than his..
15> Can i have your phone number??
16> My mobile never runs out of balance...
17> You are so truthful
18> I love when they apply butter and ghee on paratha and rotis
19> I wanna go to the stadium to watchthe india australia match
20> I love to be in driver's seat when going for a long drive ..
21> Can i F--K u ???
Friday, April 28, 2006
CLASSIC HOURS
Long since I wrote a post...its been start of my blogging career and am wondering sitting in my hostel room what to write when exams are around the corner and your mind stops working anything out since it already has so much shit inside...And when u have nothing to write about, best thing anyone can do is become a film critic...not the sterotypes one which go on carping about the movie as if the director had commited the biggest mistake of his life by making it...Anyways let me tell u about this movie I watched few hours ago named CLASSIC with sachin, abhi and suri...Its an out and out korean film directed by kwak jae yong,yup the same bloke who directed sassy girl (might sound like a film analyst now, but bear with me for few lines) starring Son-yeh Jin and Cho Seung-woo. Well no points for guessing which of these are the actor and actress. Even we couldn’t figure that out until the out when we eagerly waited for the titles. But to our dismay that too came in Korean.Though the movie is a must see for those romantic love buds. For girls, carrying a napkin or tissue might be advisable. Admit it or not no guy likes a peevy whiny partner.
Story is set in South Korea starting with a gal named chi-hye, ya that’s her name, reminiscing about her mother’s past and the love of her life. Film goes into flashback showing love story between chi hye’s mother and her love named Chun-ha (in the film u might hear as it being pronunced as Jun-ha supposedly mistaken for a guy coming from junhagadh). And like all aamchi bollywood films theres a twist with the girl being already affianced to Chun-ha best friend Tae-su.Flashback runs in parallel with the protagonist’s own love triangle with guy named sang-min and her friend.And as all this turmoil unruffles in second half, u get what many term as “ And they lived happily ever after ending”. If u thought we would end then, listen to this. As we started discussing about a scene in the movie where the hero tries to capture a firefly from the bushes for his love and nature’s beauty suddenly corroborates their union with its mesmerising colours and play, we ponder upon the possibility of finding a local firefly (jugnu) in our very own gwalior or bhopal and reached a conclusion that if not for the jugnu, option of finding mosquitos though not coloured is much better. Imagine a romantic night with moon and stars out and two lovers engaged in their activity of catchin (read squashing) mosquitos with the one turning out with maximum signifying his/her greater love for the other. Or how about the ideaof taking a fly (makkhi) and attaching a led to it for that luminescent glow of a firefly. Maybe I should have taken up this idea for my minor project for this semester. Before anyone patents it , I better run ahead while u people concentrate on your tasks instead of listening to my no-sense talk……
Long since I wrote a post...its been start of my blogging career and am wondering sitting in my hostel room what to write when exams are around the corner and your mind stops working anything out since it already has so much shit inside...And when u have nothing to write about, best thing anyone can do is become a film critic...not the sterotypes one which go on carping about the movie as if the director had commited the biggest mistake of his life by making it...Anyways let me tell u about this movie I watched few hours ago named CLASSIC with sachin, abhi and suri...Its an out and out korean film directed by kwak jae yong,yup the same bloke who directed sassy girl (might sound like a film analyst now, but bear with me for few lines) starring Son-yeh Jin and Cho Seung-woo. Well no points for guessing which of these are the actor and actress. Even we couldn’t figure that out until the out when we eagerly waited for the titles. But to our dismay that too came in Korean.Though the movie is a must see for those romantic love buds. For girls, carrying a napkin or tissue might be advisable. Admit it or not no guy likes a peevy whiny partner.
Story is set in South Korea starting with a gal named chi-hye, ya that’s her name, reminiscing about her mother’s past and the love of her life. Film goes into flashback showing love story between chi hye’s mother and her love named Chun-ha (in the film u might hear as it being pronunced as Jun-ha supposedly mistaken for a guy coming from junhagadh). And like all aamchi bollywood films theres a twist with the girl being already affianced to Chun-ha best friend Tae-su.Flashback runs in parallel with the protagonist’s own love triangle with guy named sang-min and her friend.And as all this turmoil unruffles in second half, u get what many term as “ And they lived happily ever after ending”. If u thought we would end then, listen to this. As we started discussing about a scene in the movie where the hero tries to capture a firefly from the bushes for his love and nature’s beauty suddenly corroborates their union with its mesmerising colours and play, we ponder upon the possibility of finding a local firefly (jugnu) in our very own gwalior or bhopal and reached a conclusion that if not for the jugnu, option of finding mosquitos though not coloured is much better. Imagine a romantic night with moon and stars out and two lovers engaged in their activity of catchin (read squashing) mosquitos with the one turning out with maximum signifying his/her greater love for the other. Or how about the ideaof taking a fly (makkhi) and attaching a led to it for that luminescent glow of a firefly. Maybe I should have taken up this idea for my minor project for this semester. Before anyone patents it , I better run ahead while u people concentrate on your tasks instead of listening to my no-sense talk……
Sunday, April 23, 2006
How to live like a prince on the budget of a pauper??
Alpha to Charlie…………
Charlie: Charlie on line sir.
Alpha: Operation here has been brought to standstill. Send immediate cash replacements...
Charlie: Sorry sir, we have run out of our cash supplies.
Alpha: but, how could this possibly be, hello……...hello? are u on line ?
Voice from phone: Line you have been calling has been permanently disconnected …
If this situation prevails at war field, position back home ain’t any surreal and trivial. How often have we longed for an access-all-things pass, but got stranded due to unavailability of sufficient cash .
The portrait of an average college goer that strikes your mind foremost – fun loving, little lazy, dexterous, well dressed, and kanjoos fellow. Yes you heard the last one right, behind all the glitz and glamour lies a stingy and perennially out-of-cash sort of person. ‘Bindaas masti’ seems to be leitmotif of these hell raisers. You may be the boy or girl with the golden spoon at your home, but when it comes down to college, even the kingpins taste the dust. For this is the place where the probability of finding cash on your hands is equivalent to that of finding water in Rajesthan, snowfall in Kerela or a multiplex in Bhopal. Behind the flamboyancy, a strategic mind is at work, which formulates all the possibilities of his surviving the ordeal. Their strategies can earn them respect even from management gurus. Who says u can learn only by paying handsome cash in somebody’s hand?
DISCLAIMER
“ For all purposes, this has been my personal experience, and any resemblance to any person living or dead may be purely intentional.
Children – don’t try this at home ’’
I profess: -“The Maximum Fun with Minimum Cash Funda”As I jog my mind to recount some of the experiences, I put through some of them to provide you maximum fun @ minimum reading.
Born to be free – This ain’t freedom from old prejudices, rules and regulations. It’s ‘Free’dom of a different kind. The hunt is for free coupon, contest prizes, sales and discounts, buy one take one free offers that have tsunamised every sector of commercial business. Opportunity to bring home some cash never get “ambanished”, (new lingo for diminished!!).
Preference to eat in the canteen, be it the night one or the ‘self proclaimed’ 24/7 college canteen, than in a elite restaurant, signifies attitude towards cost cutting method of foods. That is why a samosa or a bhel may sell better then a domino pizza or a Mac combo.Gen –y (yuppie generation) also wears this attitude on the sleeve of their local brands. Local, cheap, florid outfits (some of them do actually bear the Nike, Reebok logo) are excused by saying “I am an Indian”. Surprising how patriotism is the best excuse to save up on some cash.
The one that takes the cake are two rituals widely practiced by all and sundry. I call them the “treat bait” and “debt spree”.First one involves coaxing somebody out of his cash for no particular reason. Giving treats to each other for not making it to the black list is a common syndrome in the college campus. Insiders have revealed that bidding is also done on which guy gets the cutest gal of the tinsel campus and who comes out with the maximum proctors in his baggie.Debt spree is made for the canteen wallahs and local diminutive outlets. Do remember “Sharma ji hai Na.” And the idea of democracy, “ for the students, by the students and of the students” rules the roost. (For further confirmation ‘ask’ your local mata mandir vendors).
4. Talking money – I say this because money does talk in the hands of people who appear to have walked straight from the La-La land with as varied models of cell phones as are the spicy remixes in the market. Missed calls and sms serve to give a better mileage, landline or cell-to-cell calls being passé. The advent of missed calls repackages miscommunication as potent form of communication. Each has their own blueprint for decoding the calls. A single missed call may indicate that a person needs to be called back, a double may serve as an indication of a emergency crisis, or a “GT” break, an option which many of my batch mates use to perfection. Speakers that hit the wall with latest music and deafening noise are the call of hour. They seem to take a leaf out of idea’s new slogan “ bada hai to behtar hai”.
Robinhoods of Modern Era – These are the show ponies who survive the wreath of spending money by pulling out indigenous ideas. Traveling in general classes of train, using expired railway and bus passes, sitting for hours at a restaurant sharing only a soft drink, bouncing cheques, seeking out the shortest routes between places to save bike fuel, are few of the many to name. Cometh the advent of birthdays, cometh the time where a person pays a huge ransom for him taking a plunge into this world. Giving low priced gifts, then justifying with the theory that “ It’s the feeling that matters”, rubs salt to his injury!
Whatever students may do, your very own mess may never disappoint you to take your daily shot at pockets. Food festivals or festive weddings are always an instant hit with the masses, but are quite seasonal, much to their chagrin.
On a more serious note, I would like to say life is a series of accidents waiting to happen, with an occasional thing that will bring a smile to your face and a bit of respite(like this article).Without showcasing any more of my idiosyncrasy, I would like to end with a Metallica song that personifies my article“Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters”
Alpha to Charlie…………
Charlie: Charlie on line sir.
Alpha: Operation here has been brought to standstill. Send immediate cash replacements...
Charlie: Sorry sir, we have run out of our cash supplies.
Alpha: but, how could this possibly be, hello……...hello? are u on line ?
Voice from phone: Line you have been calling has been permanently disconnected …
If this situation prevails at war field, position back home ain’t any surreal and trivial. How often have we longed for an access-all-things pass, but got stranded due to unavailability of sufficient cash .
The portrait of an average college goer that strikes your mind foremost – fun loving, little lazy, dexterous, well dressed, and kanjoos fellow. Yes you heard the last one right, behind all the glitz and glamour lies a stingy and perennially out-of-cash sort of person. ‘Bindaas masti’ seems to be leitmotif of these hell raisers. You may be the boy or girl with the golden spoon at your home, but when it comes down to college, even the kingpins taste the dust. For this is the place where the probability of finding cash on your hands is equivalent to that of finding water in Rajesthan, snowfall in Kerela or a multiplex in Bhopal. Behind the flamboyancy, a strategic mind is at work, which formulates all the possibilities of his surviving the ordeal. Their strategies can earn them respect even from management gurus. Who says u can learn only by paying handsome cash in somebody’s hand?
DISCLAIMER
“ For all purposes, this has been my personal experience, and any resemblance to any person living or dead may be purely intentional.
Children – don’t try this at home ’’
I profess: -
Born to be free – This ain’t freedom from old prejudices, rules and regulations. It’s ‘Free’dom of a different kind. The hunt is for free coupon, contest prizes, sales and discounts, buy one take one free offers that have tsunamised every sector of commercial business. Opportunity to bring home some cash never get “ambanished”, (new lingo for diminished!!).
Preference to eat in the canteen, be it the night one or the ‘self proclaimed’ 24/7 college canteen, than in a elite restaurant, signifies attitude towards cost cutting method of foods. That is why a samosa or a bhel may sell better then a domino pizza or a Mac combo.Gen –y (yuppie generation) also wears this attitude on the sleeve of their local brands. Local, cheap, florid outfits (some of them do actually bear the Nike, Reebok logo) are excused by saying “I am an Indian”. Surprising how patriotism is the best excuse to save up on some cash.
The one that takes the cake are two rituals widely practiced by all and sundry. I call them the “treat bait” and “debt spree”.First one involves coaxing somebody out of his cash for no particular reason. Giving treats to each other for not making it to the black list is a common syndrome in the college campus. Insiders have revealed that bidding is also done on which guy gets the cutest gal of the tinsel campus and who comes out with the maximum proctors in his baggie.Debt spree is made for the canteen wallahs and local diminutive outlets. Do remember “Sharma ji hai Na.” And the idea of democracy, “ for the students, by the students and of the students” rules the roost. (For further confirmation ‘ask’ your local mata mandir vendors).
4. Talking money – I say this because money does talk in the hands of people who appear to have walked straight from the La-La land with as varied models of cell phones as are the spicy remixes in the market. Missed calls and sms serve to give a better mileage, landline or cell-to-cell calls being passé. The advent of missed calls repackages miscommunication as potent form of communication. Each has their own blueprint for decoding the calls. A single missed call may indicate that a person needs to be called back, a double may serve as an indication of a emergency crisis, or a “GT” break, an option which many of my batch mates use to perfection. Speakers that hit the wall with latest music and deafening noise are the call of hour. They seem to take a leaf out of idea’s new slogan “ bada hai to behtar hai”.
Robinhoods of Modern Era – These are the show ponies who survive the wreath of spending money by pulling out indigenous ideas. Traveling in general classes of train, using expired railway and bus passes, sitting for hours at a restaurant sharing only a soft drink, bouncing cheques, seeking out the shortest routes between places to save bike fuel, are few of the many to name. Cometh the advent of birthdays, cometh the time where a person pays a huge ransom for him taking a plunge into this world. Giving low priced gifts, then justifying with the theory that “ It’s the feeling that matters”, rubs salt to his injury!
Whatever students may do, your very own mess may never disappoint you to take your daily shot at pockets. Food festivals or festive weddings are always an instant hit with the masses, but are quite seasonal, much to their chagrin.
On a more serious note, I would like to say life is a series of accidents waiting to happen, with an occasional thing that will bring a smile to your face and a bit of respite(like this article).Without showcasing any more of my idiosyncrasy, I would like to end with a Metallica song that personifies my article“Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters”
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