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The week in perspective

So I promised myself that I would blog at least once a week. Last week, my internet connection gave up on me, and I was forced to compose and post from my phone, and I must say the experience of blogging on the phone wasn’t half as good as Facebook Mobile. Since I have the time and the connection to post this, I’m gonna make the most of it.
If you don’t already know, I’ve spent this week pi**ed at the Admin Guys in my office. They’ve ruined and re-ruined my ancient desktop one too many times this week. But that isn’t part of this post. It’s just an afterthought.

I’ve spent most of this week figuring out how I’m gonna make time to make it to Bryan Adams in concert in February. Considering that my worklife doesn’t allow for a rockstar obsession on the side, I’m trying to reconsider my options and consider attending the concert in some other city. After all, Bryan Adams is worth flying to any city for. And this won’t be the first time I’m flying across the country to attend his concert either – back in high school I flew to a certain re-named south Indian city famous for IT parks to catch Adams playing at the concert. And I’d do almost anything to go watch him in concert again. More on that later.

I recently got a new haircut. Again. I mean it’s just a shorter version of the look I already had; but the eyeballs its been getting me all week makes me think I should get a haircut every few months just for all attention. Maybe I will do that…

I watched “Phas Gaya Re Obama”, a rather hilarious Bollywood movie themed on the recession. It follows a perfect junk bond story – a fellow finds an asset, realises its useless, and sells it to someone else; who then makes the same mistake and passes it on to someone else. The cycle continues till the last guy realises that he’s got noone to sell it to… so he drops it on the market, gets as much as he can for it. While the story itself was a rather smart one, what stood out was the stellar performances by Rajat Kapoor, and the entire supporting cast. With a shoestring budget, a finely spun story and a brilliant set of characters, the director makes sure that you wont be bored for a minute, and will spend at least a few minutes after the credits roll patting yourself on the back for a smart choice of a movie. Well done mate… Well done!

I also caught a song from “7 Khoon Maaf”. It’s called “Daarling” and is heavily inspired by a Russian song. But listening to Usha Uthup singing after so many years was fun, and she was brilliant throughout the song. It’s true that she dint need to do much – the song itself was very well composed; but the feel her voice brings to the song is a light and breezy one. I bet you’ll be swinging to the beat as you hear it on your phone. Hope the rest of the album is as good.

If you’ve been isolated from the media this week (and yet you’re reading this), you missed a few things this week – the Cabinet reshuffle, the release of “Dhobi Ghat”, the surprisingly springy numbers posted by TCS, the rise in petrol prices, the not-so-great numbers by Infosys, the handing over of the reins at Google to Larry Page, the bad numbers posted by Wipro and last, but not the least, a break in the upward trend of Onion Prices (I’ve seen so many onion and petrol jokes and status messages that they’d give Rajnikant a run for his money).

And I end this post with a thought for the week to come: Its true that one can only realise the true value of something after losing it. What’s the point in understanding the value of something you’ve lost…? So I’m trying the best as I can to hang on to some things – they’re not necessarily stuff I need; they’re stuff I just can’t do without.


Aiyer vs Admin Guys – The Office Wars

I generally start the New Year with a chirpy post (not that this one will not be chirpy), but I chose a rather off-beat yet personally (and professionally) relevant topic instead. (Okay, Bull. I just wanted to vent. There. Satisfied you annoying little conscience!!)

My workplace has  an IT policy that allows restricted use of the internet, as do most workplaces (my friends at MakeMyTrip.com and some other places are luckier, but let’s not even go there for now). So I can access Google and Yahoo and Rediff, but I can’t access Youtube or Facebook or most “fun” sites. Normally, that’s ok; I mean I am supposed to work, but it would have helped if an organisation doesn’t treat its 20-something employees like they’re teenagers. And our IT department seems to employ a bunch of people who can’t tell you how to get your damn mail account fixed but can somehow come up with more and more sites to block. (Other than responding “Please restart and try, their advice is generally squat; people in the cubicles across me know more than them. And THAT’s saying a lot – I work in an Investment Bank full of CAs and MBAs whose knowledge of the computer is limited to Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V and Alt+Ctrl+Del). Initially, I was a little curious, so I tried some known proxies, and some other known methods, but they all failed. The scoreline thus far read: Aiyer 0 – IT Guys 1.

But I dont give up that easy do I. Once in a while, I indulge, and discover other (read: nefarious) means to access some sites (read: Facebook). It works currently only for some sites (read: Facebook), but that’s more than enough for me. I also figured out a way to actually SEND mail from my Gmail account (normally that isn’t allowed, but from necessity stems pure genius 😉). The scoreline now read Aiyer 1: IT Guys 1. Suck it 😛

And then they play a New Year prank (I’d hope it was just a one day prank… some of the sites they blocked were actually business sites. It wasnt.) on me. They block every single known (and unknown) proxy. They even block most legal sites with a remotely blockable angle (Rediff, Indiatimes, hell, even some corporate websites). At first I thought it was some silly mistake. So I check, and re-check my URLs. The damn screen still reads Blocked. And then my focus shifts to the category… the one that read “Clothing”.
My instant reaction – a burst of laughter that had my whole team run to my cubicle thinking I had actually done something very very wrong (my reaction to a very very wrong action is generally extreme bouts of laughter). And then they saw the frozen screen and burst into laughter themselves.
“Clothing”. Really??! (This btw was the category for a site that was for a company in another space altogether) IT Guys they can play pranks alright. Aiyer 1 – IT Guys 2. Game on!! (Some other “odd” categories included Cooking, Food, Gardening, Jewelry and, can you believe this, Porn!!)

And you know how I beat them? By accessing Facebook, with no proxy server. From my phone. (Nyaa na na naa naah)
Aiyer 2 – IT Guys 2. Catch up suckers 😛

Elsewhere, the cook was busy adding additional value to my food by enhancing its otherwise absent calorific value by adding live insects to it. I complained, like the college kid that I was so used to being, to the head of the canteen. He gave me a non-committal shrug with a “what to do maydam”. At that point the banker in me took over (I’m proudly an investment banker, but our parent organisation is a bank, so the culture rub-off is unavoidable and I shot a rather hilarious yet critiquing mail to the head of the Admin department explaining the situation to him. I thought the scoreline would now read Aiyer 3 – Admin/IT Guys 2 and I would triumph at the end of the week. Sadly, the rather senior official replied with a “Thanks for the feedback. Will ensure pest control” and I had to do everything I could to not keep myself from falling off the chair from laughing too hard. The IT Guys dint win this one, but apparently neither had I. Aiyer 2 – IT Guys 2. In another discussion, this very official had commented “The food here is so much better than at the bank”. Sir, if a bank official found floating insects in his meal, he would’ve ensured heads rolled for it… Thank god we’re Investment bankers who spend time working (and free time blogging abt it ;))

P.S. It’s been 3 days and I can’t get my work done because of these stupid blocks. The scoreline reads Aiyer 2 – IT Guys 3. But I’m pissed now fellas. And you WONT like me when I get mad.
P.P.S. On the 4th day, I sent a mail to the IT head with a cc to every senior official in the organisation asking them if such strict vigilence is required in an Investment Bank whr employees neway have very little time to do even their work, let alone google for obscure websites about Gardening and Clothing. Response is awaited. Aiyer 2.5 – IT Guys 3. I’ll get u geeks.

J for Joy

As I write this post, its very very close to the New Year. Generally, I’ve ended each year with a post on the line of “Highlights of my year”, generally loaded with references to friends, family and events. This time, I’ll end the year with a lighter one… one on Joy (that I had in fact contributed to Sam’s blog on its anniversary). As usual, the post is in normal font, and the italics are my wisecracks/personal inputs.

To me, joy isn’t one thing alone. In fact, joy is a mash up of so many more parcels; many more Js.

One of ‘em is Jingle Bells. And this one just passed us by. And it reminds me, each year, how joy multiplies by leaving a gift under a tree. (I’m not Christian, and very few of my friends are, but the idea of a song with memories attached to a whole holiday season gets to me. The concept of Diwali or Holi or Eid or Baisakhi have the same effect; unfortunately none of them started with J, so they’re going to have to live as a sub comment.)

Another is Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander. This was one of the first Hindi movies that I fell in love with and that taught me the joy of both losing and winning, and falling and rising in love. I find some indefinable joy in Bollywood and how much I love it despite its many corny moments. (I watch more Hollywood than Bollywood, and believe that Hollywood makes more amazing cinema in one year than Bollywood ever has, but even though Hollywood releases an Inception, it can’t pull of EIGHT song-and-dance sequences in ONE movie, that’s shot in TEN locations, over the course of TWENTY months.)

Another one is Jhakaas, the Bumbaiyya way of expressing joy. And this one reminds me of how much this city means to me and how much joy I find in its little nuances. From the crowded local trains to the serene beaches, and from Pav Bhaji and Wada Pav, to Schezwan Dosa and Jain Rolls; everything about this city makes me feel joyful. Joy is Mumbai and Mumbai is Joy. (My friends in Delhi will happily refute this one, but you ain’t writing this one are you? 😛)

Another one of ‘em is Jhingalala. Not only Tata Sky, but TV in general is something that cheers me. Joy is watching that ridiculous cartoon or an outrageous reality show or that lovable ad. Joy is The Roadrunner Show, and Masterchef Australia and the Kit Kat ad with mongrels. The TV reminds me that there is always joy… you just have to find the right channel on which it’s playing. (There was to be a separate section on Masterchef Australia, so I limited myself on that front. Unfortunately, I think after the writers favourite contestant being outed, Master Australia was replaced with another topic. Also, the Kit Kat ad is just too lovable to ignore. As for the Roadrunner Show, it’s impossible not to love a show where a dumb coyote makes diabolical plans to outsmart a roadrunner that’s, well, just too fast for his wits.)

Another parcel of joy is Jango (the music site) and my trusted old jukebox. They introduce me to new music every day. The joy I derive from music is one that words could never capture… But I can safely claim that the feeling when I compose a new song, or listen to a new one is pure joy. I try to write a new song each week, just so I can revel in the joy of having written it. Joy is Hobbie and Pluto (my guitars) and how I smile as they gently weep, and how they comfort me as I gently weep. (Before you wonder why my guitars are named what they are, they are named after their brands. And they have soul; that entitles them to a name)

Joy is in Journey, a band with some of the awesomest rock songs (Beatles has the honour of the awesomest). And Glee did a cover of some of their greatest songs. And Glee is a joyous 40 minutes for me… good songs and a bunch of kids with nothing to worry about – that’s joy to me. I loved that part in my childhood where my biggest worry was lunch, and then dinner. I’d happily jump into a show where all I had to do in school was sing, and dance, and occasionally get slushied. (The jump from J to G for Glee – this one’s pure Jenius eh…?)

Joy is in JLT. It’s when you do something extremely ‘arbit’, but it makes such a great memory in hindsight. Its partying late and sloshing out on a friend’s bed – not because you wanted to, but because you could. It’s bunking class or office and just staying home and catching up on sleep. It’s those late nights on campus strolling for hours discussing nothing and everything. It’s that impromptu terrible movie you dragged your friends to, which had you all in splits. It’s those morning jogs and bike rides for which one of your friends always had to be dragged out of bed. It’s those trips planned a day in advance with lots of friends, few clothes and even less money. It’s arriving on the station 15 minutes late for a Shatabdi, and cheering as it arrived on the platform just as you ran in.

Joy is reading this and thinking of those many special people and wonderful moments in time (I hope you’re thinking of at least a few by now.)

Joy is calling them up to say, “Hi… I just thought of you.”

Joy is going through some old photos and remembering how skinny your friend was, or how fun that Esselworld trip was! (I have just one bunch of photographs from our school trip to Esselworld, but a pile of memories attached to ‘em.)

Joy is listening to that mix tape or CD and reliving the emotions attached to those songs. (I made a mix tape in 7th grade, when recording a tape was considered real fly, and every time I listen to it (yes, I still have a device that plays tapes), I find myself in extreme bouts of laughter!)

Joy is finding an old birthday card and remembering how fun your childhood was. (I’ve saved up cards from when I was six, till last year, and ones from close friends and distant relatives, and each one says the same thing to me – you’ll get another one next year!)

Joy is seeing that perfect report card, and the smile on your Mom’s face that’s still stuck to it. (Not to brag, but I quite a few of them, and I’m still proud of myself for accomplishing that – I’d do for it for my Mom every year. If there ever was something that signified a perfect report card in the worklife, I’d do everything I could to get my hands on it just for that smile to come back on!)

Joy is 8 batch-mates, one laptop and re-runs of sitcoms you know every line to, with a healthy dose of wise ass comments. (From “How you doin?” to “Bazzinga” to “Legend-wait for it-dary” my laptop Mike (yeah, I name my laptop too… he has soul, and a name that’s derived from Michael Dell) has been both an entertainer and an entertainee!!)

Joy is 4 friends, 4 mugs of coffee and Gtalk. (I still take out an hour a week, whether I’m travelling or at home, to catch up with those friends who live in various time zones, and work in different jobs, but who miss the same people.)

All these little things I call Joysters. They’re friends, families, and a truckload of memories.

Joy is living in today, thinking fondly of yesterday and loving the wait for tomorrow. With your Joysters.

Wishing you a very Merry Xmas (if I havent already) and an awesome New Year!

Living life in little things

I’m a rather optimistic individual. Its not just about seeing the glass half full. It’s about seeing glasses where they’re really hard to come by as well. Onli recently I was going thru a friends blog where she thought about we were bogged down by the big picture so much that we fail to see the small things. And I completely agree. I mean Da Vinci dint get by looking at the bigger picture… the detail in that smile took some effort. And it’s really those little things that ppl shud care about… So that’s what I’m gonna write about.

1. I love posting quirky one liners as my FB status message. And watching my friends comment on it. And smile with every snappy reply I get.

2. I luv music. A lot. Even if my guitar isn’t tuned, the twang it makes gives me a sense of relief. Almost like it’s the onli thing that may remain constant with time. I like that.

3. I love it when they play a favourite song of mine on the radio. Even on my way to work, it can never stop me from dancing in the train. And people thinking I’m crazy. I like that I can like music that much.

4. I like good sneakers. I own a lot of em and I totally love em. I love the feel of em clinging to the soles of my feet when I moonwalk. Or when I jaywalk on the sidewalk.

5. I love my Mom’s cooking. Even if its slightly off in the taste department. It’s something I carry to work everyday, even though I could eat at the cafe. It has a feeling of familiarity that the best neighbourhood restaurant could never match. It’s almost like I can hear her reprimanding me about the Coke on the table ryt next to me. I like the motherly feeling that comes with the food.

6. I love my fone. It’s my gateway to the world. I decide who I want to or dont want to talk to. I can decide who’s birthday I want to remember; which meeting I wanna prioritise; which songs I wanna listen to on the way to work; who’s pics I wanna carry around with me all the time, and let it do the dirty work for me. I like that I can smile everytime I hear an old friend calling me. I like that I can curse when I see someone calling that I dont want to talk to. And I like that I can say wateva I want to the fone, and nobody else will ever even know.

7. I like spring cleaning. We do it every year before Diwali. I like that I can give away those really old tees that dont fit me nemore, but I can hang on to the memories that go with it. I like that I can rearrange my wardrobe, just so I can wreck it again next week. I like that my Mom will realise how few Indian outfits I have in there, and still not find enough time to coerce me into going shopping with her. I like that I smile at those silly cards and souvenirs I had stowed away, and hide them again so I can smile at them next year.

8. I like taking a stroll in the park and doing absolutely nothing else. I like that crunchy feel of the grass below my feet. I like the noise of the kids going about their game of tag not realising that they’re going to be playing it their whole lives. I like the look that old lady gave her husband, a look that says “So what if you can’t kill tigers ne more, you got me neway”. I luv the smell in the air when the first drops of rain hit the grass. I like the glee in the air in those moments, even if I have to walk back to the chaos in life soon. Because those happy moments are worth more than nething else.

9. I like travelling in double decker buses. Mumbai has quite a few of em and, unless I’m really late, I try to take one of em to work everyday. I like to sit ryt at the front of the bus, hang on to the bars on the window, and feel the wind in my hair. It’s a child-like feeling that makes me forget I’ll have to go to work and become a grown up again.

10. I love writing. Long windy sentences and staccato ones alike. It makes me realise that all that matters is the words, and not necessarily how u put them. And yet, less than 100 writers succeed at it every year; onli 1 wins a Booker, onli 1 wins a Pulitzer. I like that people still write though. It’s a sign of resilience. And I like resilience.

11. I luv dreaming, and I think you do too. Almost like Lennon when he says “You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one”. I like to think that there’s something that gets me thru the night and thru to the next day. And that if I want, I could forget all about it wen I wake up.

12. I luv the little rings that form at the bottom of my tea cup everyday. I luv how the tea slowly oozes from the tea bag and forms soft little rings. Its mesmerising. I spend 3 minutes a day, twice a day looking at it. If I had a better camera on my fone I would click it.

13. I like to see clouds. Being in Mumbai I see them almost 5 months a year; but I still love em. I luv making fantasy animals in them too. And making a story featuring them. Takes me back to a time when that used to get me called “Creative Child” and not a “Nut”.

14. I luv musical instruments. The piano… disciplined yet flexible. I luv how u find melody between its notes. The violin… a haunting yet incredibly powerful instrument. The saxophone… I luv how all it takes to bring some romance in the air is blow through a hole and push some buttons 😉 The guitar… a rustic feel. I luv that it has a beat of its own. I wud like a guy who plays ne instrument.

15. I like dark chocolate. Bitter yet sweet. A tale of life to come.

16. I like winter. The slight chill in the air makes u seek comfort in that little corner by the fire. I like how my breath could fog up the glass; and I can draw that cute little smiley. I like smileys.

Monologue apart I’m sure everyone likes something like this. I’ll wrap up with something from my Facebook status.
It’s true that broken hearts and broken headfones have a lot in common. No one but you knows they’re broken, and once they’re broken, you cant hear much around em. And they’ll never be the same no matter how hard you try to fix em.
But, if you make some effort, you can get new ones. Buying new headfones is easier than a new heart. For a new heart, you need new memories. Make memories in the tiny things that got lost somewhere in the process of breaking ur old one. Time wont heal this… u will have to. Dont go living life in those broken pieces… MAKE life in new ones.

So, this festive season, go discover life in little things.
Stick your head out the window sometime, and feel the wind wreck your hairstyle.
Make a funny face at the guy in the car you just overtook (not when you’re the driver pls).
Run like you dont give a damn in the park, and let ppl think u’re off your nutters.
Call up a close friend in the dead of the night and go “Wazzaaa!” (I advise that you hand up soon i.e. BEFORE the expletives start flowing).
Clap your hands and give a wide smile each time you’re answering the fone in the train (I’ve tried this… the reactions are quite hilarious!!).
Bob your head side to side in rhythm with “I wanna singa” from the cartoon show (or ne other really catchy tune) (I’ve done this recently; I also added a little jiggy wid it and the liftman thought I was drunk/stoned/both).
Steal fruit from Grandma’s prasad chamber and, when caught, make a straight face and say “You disappoint me, O old devotee!!”
Stand in the line for the bus, softly nodding your head and taking glances at your watch, mumbling “Yesterday it broke down, day before it hit that road divider… wonder what it’s excuse is today”.
Suck on a juicebox till the straw is as stretched as an anorexic model and till you can hear the last drop just BEGGING for its life. (A close friend of mine absolutely cannot stand this, so I do it around her for pure fun)

Gift ur Mom something, and watch her look at you like you’re her Academy Award.
Gift your younger Brother something, and watch how he looks at it and thinks of the 102 ways he can blow it up.
Gift ur Dad something, and watch as he wonders which credit card of his hit the credit limit on that gift.
Gift ur Grandma something, and watch as she thanks the Lord (not you) for it.
Gift your Best friend something, and watch as he looks around and checks you for a fever.
And finally, gift urself something you love most – a new leash on life.

Here’s wishing everyone a very Merry Diwali and a great New Year!!


Hey all

It’s been 4 weeks to the day that I’ve landed here in Ghazi, so I thot the auspicious day called for an update on the blog, that I’ve been promising people.

The first month here has been an altogether new experience for me. A roomie, hostel life, mess food, responsibility (tic..) is all something I’ve never had a full-dose exposure to. So I’ll begin with a timeline explanation of my month here.

As my previous post indicates, the first week went thru with sleepless nites and numerous references to shavasan (mind u.. tht one aasan was legitimate reason to be found dozing..).One week down, I suddenly realized the 24 hour clause in the day, and with the whole day to myself and not too much to do, I took to basketball, badminton, football even. Apart from this, I’ve found some time to mail, chat, and even study!! (yea, the studies is a minuscule part of the schedule, courtesy onli 5 subjects this term..) A good part of the 2 weeks after that were spent in AlCom and PlaceCom interviews.. which went on into the unruly hours of he morning. The experience was a new one, especially since I’ve never been asked to light a candle under a fan, or connect Beethoven with a question mark. Or for that matter build a bridge out of newspaper and wrapping tape. Eventually, I made it through to the final rounds of both, and opted out of PlaceCom in favour of AlCom, and Alcom opted me out in favour of some 14 others. No hard feelings there… but would have a fun experience on that front to report as well…

My past few days have been spent quizzing, which is our own internal assessment criterion, and I’ve been spending considerable amounts of time cramming for quizzes (read close to 2 hours a day..) The worst part is never the questions, or the lack of answers… but the fact that someone else knew them!!! As always, there are always some geeks who are the know-it-alls who get pitiable know-not-everythings like me into a very uncomfortable corner, by scoring a cent percent on their quizzes (and whose guilt factor is so high that they almost end up on the verge of tears on hearing that they scored 4.5 and not 5!!) It doesn’t help to be part of a batch where GPAs are paramount… I can onli hope that I cna convince this batch to change their attitudes a wee bit… 🙂

My next few days will go in quizzing, and then gearing up for the B-School events, which I plan to actively haunt. B-Plans are certainly not my forte, but then again.. wats impossible for me..??! 😉

Until the next update from Raj Nagar…

IMT Ventures

Finally made it to IMT. Ghazi, as I told u before, is less than an hour from Delhi… of course, that doesnt involve the time u spend in looking for the college on a wrong road, and then backtracking.
In the sweltering heat, our registrations were done on the 22nd, and I discovered (sounded better than invented, which was my second choice) my roomie. And the fact that hostel life is, well, hostel life and not home life.
My schedule here till now has involved waking up by 5 am, for Yoga at 5 15. Then a run back to the hostel for a shower, a jog to the mess for breakfast (which I generally gulp down, as I’ve always managed to make it just in time for the first lecture) and a run to the academic wing for the day’s first lecture. An hour long lunch break is a reprieve in the jam packed day. Mind you, I use free time at lunch to catch up on long lost friends on wonderous modes of communication (read email).
The rest of the day involves more lectures, and then the famous Personality Development Program, which runs into the wee hours of the morning (explaining y i’m awake at this insane hour typing furiously at the keyboard…). And then a re-run of the schedule with a new day.

As for the place, the campus is considerably large, and the lawns and tennis courts will at least ensure that I can stay fit (lets hope…)I have connectivity to internet, which you wud have guessed by seeing this blog update. I also have, for the record, responsibility after a fairly long time – responsibility of my room and belongings, my health, my career, and it goes without saying my fun time. I have goten my guitar here, so I will hopefully try hard to practise so that i may get a little better at it before a particular student/bandmate gets back in town n beats me at it..

As u may have guessed, the long drawn out update is since i am unable to sleep (surprise..) and I thot writing (like reading) might have some positive effect on this erratic sleep pattern, but to no avail.
Till I can sleep at nite

Office TP

Its that time of the year when u realise that u had vowed to blog often, n it hits that u that u havent been upto it at all. So to make amends to that, and bore some ppl, I’ve decided to hit the blogosphere today.

Another Monday morning gets me thinking that my life REALLY needs a facelift. I mean from home to office is all I really do, and with me getting GROUNDED :(, life’s onli seeming to get worse. Nonetheless, I thought I shud write abt my life, or lack of it as of now.

Office life is quite fun, with easy hours and easy work. Since I spend most of my time in the day actually looking for work to do, Im playing the chill game to the core. Had some fun over the week touring neighbouring areas for a project, and ended up getting some good sleep over the week. The weekend brought on the party (and the subsequent grounding), so I had all of the next 2 days to drown in the misery that I had dropped myself into.

This week Im looking forward to some break in boredom, hopefully, with some friends flying down and some friends flying out. Looking fwd to the anniversary party coming up, and DEFINITELY to some more TV time, since there’s this new show ‘Life’ that Im looking to catch.

Until some more news, and some more literary ventures, Im off for lunch 🙂

Back from Vacation – Part I

Yeah its been a kinda blogging vacation for me… post July I havent really found the time to type out anything I got down to writing… so I thought Id at least ppl know that Im onli dormant and not extinct.

Yea, work is kinda hectic.. n I for one dont even know where its headed, but its been a good 3 months for now. My next landmark is CAT 08, which is back to haunt me in all its splendour. This year I havent even found enough time to iron out the mistakes Ive made last year, so Im kinda hoping the paper is so different that those mistakes might not even matter.

On the insistence of a couple of friends, and thanks to the free time Im finding in the local trains, Ive gone back to writing. I wrote a couple of poems, got down to penning a short story and then thought of jotting down some random thoughts. Eventually, I filled a whole scrapbook with arbit writings, and I think i’ll jot down some of that over the week as a post.

Im looking forward to a couple of things over the month. Some friends coming over, the Sensex crossing the 18000 mark, and probably some headway in the CAT preparations. Any additions to that list are more than welcome, since my boredom is getting the better of me in recent times.

So till then, ciao


Well this post is long overdue…over the past few months I’ve been meaning to make time to finish this update but everytime sumthing takes over n I get back to living the life I have n not writing it. So here goes…

My results came out a couple of days ago. I passed… with distinction. So now, Im a graduate.. YAY!! I also got admission into 2 well known management instis this yr.. n i rejected BOTH of them. NM offered me the Cap Mkts course, and Wellingkar’s offer dint stand up to my taste either. So now, Im doin sumthin else. Im working…
I work as a dealer in the Cash Desk of a financial services firm, which means, I deal in equities. Fun job, it also means more of time at work n less time to prepare for my second shot at all exams. But this seems like an experience Im willing to experiment on, since its something Im a lot more comfortable doing. As for regrets, NO.. I dont regret having given up my chance to study right now, since the one year on hand can not onli help me rectify mistakes Ive already made but can teach me suave moves I would never have considered.

To my friend Payal, congo on topping in college, n getting thru to ur insti. To Suns, congo on the blog mate. To Rajeev, I hope that u landed that dream assignment. And, lastly, to my self, congo on getting ur life back on track!!!

Happy New Year!!

Happy.. quite the opposite to how the year started at least..
But then… I chose today to post.. onli cuz happy makes sense today.. 😀

The new year started off quietly..with no “Gang Party” and no drinks and our usual Dhamaal..since our whole Battalion wasnt in town, we did away with our usual style of New Year as well..
But, I have to admit, it wasnt so happy a year at all. CAT results out (with me deep in quicksand), a miserable XAT, my usual health issues and to add to it my own complications that I couldnt quite sort out.
And u can imagine how tht would make ne1 feel.. a lousy start makes a damningly bad impression on the new year.. but it seems to have turned around finally.
Some problems are sorting themselves out, some gud news headed my way… and to top it all, Im feeling ECSTATIC!!!

My vivas are on the 19th and my results are expected on the 18th… so yea a rock is underway..

But if my good mood carries on, the vivas are a piece of cake.. and the results never happened!!

Cya till I find more to write on..