Nothing unusual happened with me, I mean no pangs of nostalgia, sadness or anything else like that. Yeah, for last two hour face book has been trying to make me feel guilty, the moment I log in I see all kinds of sentimental status messages. people are expressing their love and gratitude like never before. It made me think why some of us feel so deep and some, like me so shallow about the MBA thing ?
Their may be reasons, for me only the classes are over and I have to stick around for the placement so may be that's why I am not feeling that much. Or may be I know all my friends will be available on face book, so nothing will change ...or may be many people have realized something which I have not, they have realized that things will not be like usual.
Well whatever be the reason, its a free country and everyone has a right to express.
I was reading the satanic verses today, I almost got sucked into the story when I got a call from my friend about the scribble day. So I went to the college to see 6-7 people. The first things which came to my mind "what the hell, they could have done it tomorrow, there would be so much of crowd". I asked them and they said "some of our friends are leaving today".
That was the best expression of friendship I had seen in long times, very long time indeed.
Its one thing to have fun and its another to get into a situation where others make fun of you just because you do not want your friend to miss any thing. It needs guts and above all it needs real friends to do it.
Hats off to all the people who had gathered near college today.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
30th Jan 10, Zero Days Ahead
I was running a countdown, for today. With the clock ticking 5PM, the countdown was over, clock stuck to zero. Zero - what is it ? The End or a The beginning? It depends on how we interpret things, I guess.
Exams today were fun. The CRM paper was not bad and the Brand paper was one hell of a time - pass. Make the international strategy of blah blah blah...what does international mean here ...NEPAL< BANGLADESH< PAKISTAN< or SRI LANKA ...they all are international.
But yes, finally exams are over, there were no sentimental scenes ... I was really disappointed by this ...ahh I guess these scenes will be visible on Monday ;-).
Exams today were fun. The CRM paper was not bad and the Brand paper was one hell of a time - pass. Make the international strategy of blah blah blah...what does international mean here ...NEPAL< BANGLADESH< PAKISTAN< or SRI LANKA ...they all are international.
But yes, finally exams are over, there were no sentimental scenes ... I was really disappointed by this ...ahh I guess these scenes will be visible on Monday ;-).
Friday, January 29, 2010
29th Jan 10, Comedy of exams
Well, the college is coming to an end tomorrow, and I sit here with not even a single penny in my pocket, no petrol in my bike and meager balance in my phone and above all no job, quite symbolic of the past two years ..huh.
Today my consumer behaviour paper was funny to say the least, I cant term it as tough or hard because I did not study, for it. when I got out of the examination hall, I met 5 gentlemen, all five have written five different answers to the same questions, and all the answers were equally hilarious. Mine answer was judged the most hilarious instill nikhil arrived on the spot. I hope the person checking our papers, gives marks on the basis of 'how hilarious the answer is' the guy checking the paper is in for a laughter ride for sure.
The another thing is the mysterious mail floating on yahoo. The IM paper yesterday, was fried and was rescheduled on Sunday. The new mail says people have an option, they can take the retest if they wish to. This has caused a buzz, no one knows how authentic the mail is but everyone is talking.
It was a comical day. Tomorrow, I have got two papers, and after that ...????????????
Today my consumer behaviour paper was funny to say the least, I cant term it as tough or hard because I did not study, for it. when I got out of the examination hall, I met 5 gentlemen, all five have written five different answers to the same questions, and all the answers were equally hilarious. Mine answer was judged the most hilarious instill nikhil arrived on the spot. I hope the person checking our papers, gives marks on the basis of 'how hilarious the answer is' the guy checking the paper is in for a laughter ride for sure.
The another thing is the mysterious mail floating on yahoo. The IM paper yesterday, was fried and was rescheduled on Sunday. The new mail says people have an option, they can take the retest if they wish to. This has caused a buzz, no one knows how authentic the mail is but everyone is talking.
It was a comical day. Tomorrow, I have got two papers, and after that ...????????????
Thursday, January 28, 2010
28th Jan 10, Relativity
Today was an off, a day meant for studies. I did study but not for the examination, I started reading 'The Satanic Verses', one of the most sought after books of my life. I was a kid when I had heard about this book, not the story or review. I had heard that the writer of this book has a price on his head, just because he wrote it.
Anyways, there are only few hours, 50 to be precise right now. Few hours left for MBA to be over. I have been running a count down. And I sensed the time running out very slowly, infact this month has been the slowest in the entire MBA journey. My friends do not agree with me, they say time is running too fast. Einstein said time is relative, and it does not pass with the same speed for everyone. I think I have experienced that relativity. If you want something to happen, it seems everything has become slow, if you wait for a train one hour seems to be a lifetime.
My friends do not want the college to end, so they find the time to fast to catch - up with, I want the college to be over ASAP and it seems that it's an impossibility for it to be over on the designated date.
Ironical, isn't it? No one gets what he wants and still at the end of the day all of us get out of the college together. Just like life, we want different things, the same thing can make a person happy and another person unhappy....but at the end of life both die huh what difference does it make ?
Anyways, there are only few hours, 50 to be precise right now. Few hours left for MBA to be over. I have been running a count down. And I sensed the time running out very slowly, infact this month has been the slowest in the entire MBA journey. My friends do not agree with me, they say time is running too fast. Einstein said time is relative, and it does not pass with the same speed for everyone. I think I have experienced that relativity. If you want something to happen, it seems everything has become slow, if you wait for a train one hour seems to be a lifetime.
My friends do not want the college to end, so they find the time to fast to catch - up with, I want the college to be over ASAP and it seems that it's an impossibility for it to be over on the designated date.
Ironical, isn't it? No one gets what he wants and still at the end of the day all of us get out of the college together. Just like life, we want different things, the same thing can make a person happy and another person unhappy....but at the end of life both die huh what difference does it make ?
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
27th jan 10, Farra - ri
It was the second day of exams today, with two back to back papers I was little tensed. I was confident about the BS paper, confident that that my story telling skills (BC)will take me through. The real problem was the IMC paper, there are no slides to study it from and the red color book is so depressing I cant even imagine myself reading it.
The BS paper was little edgy, which made me think again. It was too risky to attempt the next paper without any preperation. With two hours to go for the paper I decided to give it a shot. Painfully I sifted through the pages, trying to grab whatever I could but of no use. Then with 30 minutes to go for the paper, I made farra. I made two of them covering few chapters.
In the examination hall, it seemed that the question paper was in french language. Thank god I had my farra with me, from there I got one answer which I shared with others also.
Farra is an weapon which needs skill. Previously also I had carried farra in exams but today was the first time I actualy could use it. It happened earlier that either my farra would not match the question paper or I wont get the chance.
Fancy this, last time I went to the loo with all the intentions of using my farra, out side the loo I find my dear friend gorango, He also needs help, I tell him gleefully "abe aaja farra dekhte hain" the moment I get inside the loo, I find a half bald man standing there with his pants down to the knees, the loo smelling of very strong perfume. The moon head takes his time to zip up, and with his zip my time is also up. I wonder if you know who the moonhead was.
The BS paper was little edgy, which made me think again. It was too risky to attempt the next paper without any preperation. With two hours to go for the paper I decided to give it a shot. Painfully I sifted through the pages, trying to grab whatever I could but of no use. Then with 30 minutes to go for the paper, I made farra. I made two of them covering few chapters.
In the examination hall, it seemed that the question paper was in french language. Thank god I had my farra with me, from there I got one answer which I shared with others also.
Farra is an weapon which needs skill. Previously also I had carried farra in exams but today was the first time I actualy could use it. It happened earlier that either my farra would not match the question paper or I wont get the chance.
Fancy this, last time I went to the loo with all the intentions of using my farra, out side the loo I find my dear friend gorango, He also needs help, I tell him gleefully "abe aaja farra dekhte hain" the moment I get inside the loo, I find a half bald man standing there with his pants down to the knees, the loo smelling of very strong perfume. The moon head takes his time to zip up, and with his zip my time is also up. I wonder if you know who the moonhead was.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
26 jan 10, re PUB lic Day
I almost forgot to write today, may be the fog has entered in my brain. Its amusing how the fog comes ...just like that! I went to ansal plaza in the evening and there was no sign of fog, one hour later it was a totally different story. The mist had engulfed every single object here. I went ahead with my journey to sec-23 to get a few photo-copies, the shopkeeper made me realize that I had a crust of water over my head. I came back home to find I was covered in tiny water droplets ..head to toe. It was like riding the bike in invisible rain. But fog rocks, without fog we would not know what fog is.
It was republic day today, I have very vague idea why do we celebrate this day, what actually is a republic is still unclear to me. This day always meant watching on T.V the military might of India, when parades became boring and my friends getting better at duniya-dari, I came to know its one of the Dry days, no liqueur for sale on this day. This is again little hard for me to understand, why do we call it as a 'DRY' day ? If today is a dry day and tomorrow is not then it means tomorrow is a WET day ?
And what would we call a day on which sale of cigarette is banned? Suffocation Day ????
It was republic day today, I have very vague idea why do we celebrate this day, what actually is a republic is still unclear to me. This day always meant watching on T.V the military might of India, when parades became boring and my friends getting better at duniya-dari, I came to know its one of the Dry days, no liqueur for sale on this day. This is again little hard for me to understand, why do we call it as a 'DRY' day ? If today is a dry day and tomorrow is not then it means tomorrow is a WET day ?
And what would we call a day on which sale of cigarette is banned? Suffocation Day ????
Monday, January 25, 2010
25th jan 10, Ethically Screwed
So, the day came, the day of exam. The day began little unusually, I woke up by the loud reprimands of my flat - mates. As usual our cook Deepak the Casanova, was the being scolded but for the first time he was under attack from all the members living here, why ? Well, it was his unique style of making an om let. He cracked all the eggs in a pan and was making om lets the way dosas are made!!!!
I reached college, full of confidence ..come what may I will fill the sheets at least. The question paper was amusing to say the least. Barring one question, I knew the answers of all them but the problem was, for every question the answer I knew was the same. So I wrote different versions of the same answers in all the questions. I took an extra sheet as well, I was happy that I took an extra sheet and I thought I had consumed lots of time as well.
I looked at my watch and the time it showed was 11:30, only half the time had passed. So I filled one more page, hoping that someone else will leave the hall before I do, its quite embarrassing to leave the hall so early, everyone comes to know right from the students to the watchmen on the gate that this guy screwed his paper.
I waited till 1145, with no sign of anyone giving up the paper, I finally did the honours.
It was a lone journey from the fourth floor to the college gate, the watchman told me I was the first one to come out but luckily for me the second and the third ones were already calling my name from behind.
I reached college, full of confidence ..come what may I will fill the sheets at least. The question paper was amusing to say the least. Barring one question, I knew the answers of all them but the problem was, for every question the answer I knew was the same. So I wrote different versions of the same answers in all the questions. I took an extra sheet as well, I was happy that I took an extra sheet and I thought I had consumed lots of time as well.
I looked at my watch and the time it showed was 11:30, only half the time had passed. So I filled one more page, hoping that someone else will leave the hall before I do, its quite embarrassing to leave the hall so early, everyone comes to know right from the students to the watchmen on the gate that this guy screwed his paper.
I waited till 1145, with no sign of anyone giving up the paper, I finally did the honours.
It was a lone journey from the fourth floor to the college gate, the watchman told me I was the first one to come out but luckily for me the second and the third ones were already calling my name from behind.
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