Day 7..Celebrations and gaffe.

*Sorry about the Day 6 and Day 7 back to back..but I didn't post yesterday. But was too enthralled upon meeting my companion from childhood (the lanky fella, called Alladin) not to mention him in a post. So, here goes day 7.

Okay, the topic says celebrations first. So, lets talk of the celebration. One of the fellas from general stream got the call from IIFT and thus he was leaving the insti. Although I didn't know him much but we had crossed paths during the ppts seniors had given. So, I got a treat as well. Along with the seven others. I don't pass a good treat, so a diet Pepsi with some samosa. (That is all the canteen had to offer then. And he wasn't in Delhi till the evening. So, no going out later.)

Now, today was supposed to be CID (as we fondly call, Corporate Interface Day). Anyway as this was almost our first week so we didn't know what to expect and enquired from our course co-ordinator yesterday. He said that as the classes had barely started so we won't be doing anything on the CID this week. Although next week onwards, it would be pretty busy. So, we came home yesterday. Many hoping to catch up on some of the assignments we got yesterday. Would you believe, by the end of first lecture on Managerial Economics(ME)..we have four chapters to study and multiple case studies to go through. Besides the privilege of one chapter each from Marketing management(MM) and Business Communication(BC). phew!!

I spent the entire day today in the library, started up on the MM. But after a while it got intolerable, so I shifted to Above Average by Amitabha Bagchi. Okay none of this was bad, I enjoyed the book. But then around 430pm I came to know that while all the time I had been sitting in the library enjoying myself. CID class had been conducted by our seniors. And now I have to prepare and submit a presentation tomorrow in the college, by 5 in the evening.

Then we have a guest lecture and also a grid meeting. Help me..

Take care everyone *peace*

*Waise tonight I am watching the first India WI game. Whatever happens tomorrow. ;)

Day 6..Introduction to the Alladin..

Yup fellows, this is the same Alladin and the genie. He suddenly appeared in our class today. Naah..not in flesh. But as an example. What the hell! What has Walt Disney got to do with management. Seems it does, after all.

The reference was to the quintessential magical line spoken by the lovely blue genie, right out of the chirag, and sometimes from inside the chirag too (Yup I saw him do that too a couple of times, when he was feeling too pally with Alladin, and it was to early in the morning. Lazy lazy genie).

kya hukum hai mere aaka?

And the lesson was, even tough the genie could do anything in the world, all that Alladin had to do was to ask. Still the genie could not read Alladin's mind. So, the most important thing that makes a manager into a successful manager, is. His ability to properly communicate. Both, while explaining his rationale and while listening to other people's opinions.

And thus started the journey, to becoming a manager..a successful one(This was how our first lecture started). I am listening..Post your comments.

Take care everyone *peace*

I am a Racist..

Now a days, after the abusive attacks on Indian students in Australia got highlighted media attention. Everyone is talking about how racist Australians are, or are not. Some of the more enlightened gentry pointed out that racism is not limited to Australia, it is widespread and well documented even to the present day. Current England, America or any of the other countries is not insulated from racial discrimination. Even right back here, racism is very prominent amongst the tolerant Indians.

There were some documented cases of racism in India, both negative and positive. Students from African nations complained of being loathed at even in the colleges where they studied in India while gore log said, they were given preferential treatment but just as well considered to be easy to be taken to bed.

I do not know whether the attacks on the students in Australia was my by comrades. Because under the circumstances those attackers could just as well have been, people who had just lost their jobs and livelihood and were looking for someone to blame. With the rising global economic powers of India and a general media created perception that any job lost anywhere in the globe on the pretext of cost savings has just been Banglored. Accompanied by the facts that Indian diaspora in Australia is fast rising in the local social and political circles to prominence. A few of such attack even though specifically aimed at Indian nationals, not just people with brown skins was inevitable. But I would rather call it, the hiccups of a bumpy ride to increased world recognition of India as an unstoppable Goliath in the world economy, than anything racial. I beseech such so called racists from deamning my true compatriots who serve to a much more primevial purpose.

Which said, we human are social by nature and in the times of scarcity of resources or under attack from other groups (or tribes) we will fight as one to safeguard what is ours and everyone of us while eliminating every other social transgressor.

And no matter how hard any of you enlightened folks try to eliminate me and my fellow soldiers, we are at the very core of human nature. Instinct of survival has evolved around us. You may suppress us for a while, during the times of abundance but the worse you make the situation for yourself. The stronger we get.

Day 5..

Today, even tough constantly disrupted by the long hours of power outage and the generators tripping because of the over heating. The seniors managed to finish their presentations. It was a nice experience. Now the classes start in full measure tomorrow. 9am onwards, the timing sucks. Couldn't they have made it a little late, like 1030 or 1100. hehe.

Though it was not all that boring. After the presentations for all the batches were over, we had our first management grid meeting. (Management grid is basically a group, or organisation which is maintained by the second year PGDM students. They act as an interface between the students and institute. Several seminars, guest lectures, cultural events and so on, so forth are also organised by this group.) In this meeting we were told, how PGDM at LBSIM is not all slog. We have several clubs and societies for, drama, music, dance, social engagement, college band and even debating. And all of these are over and above the various academic clubs for finance, marketing, hr, general management and entrepreneurship.

Gosh!! these people saved the best for the last. We are gonna have a fun week next week probably or the one after that. Face painting, heer ranjha and a few others. An event each day. Followed by a weekend (saturday) gathering with all our seniors.

I am waiting for it. Hope to get some clicks. hehe. They said not to be using cell phones in the premises, they didn't say anything about digital cameras.

Take care everyone *peace*

Spiritual Entanglement..

June 23, 2009: Today while returning from college, right outside the campus. I met these two fellows. Young twenty year old lads from US of A. The hazel eyed, Christensen and Willie, with green eyes. They had been in Delhi longer than I have been here, a little over a year and the only thing which they could think of about this city was the immense heat. They couldn't be reprimanded about such an opinion of the city, after all they had been walking with the sun pounding down on them and they were from the hill stations of their nation(One from the state of Idaho, and the other from Salt Lake City). They said they were here on a journey to attain spiritual atonement with the Holy Father.

No, they were not seeking ways to achieve it. They were here to preach, preach what they believed in and believed the only true way to the Holy Father (they never referred to him as God, only thee Holy Father.) They were from the church of Jesus Christ of latter-day saints and they followed the book of Mormon, the last apostle who was killed somewhere in their country. But had buried the gospels before he died, which was later found in the mountains surrounding the little 18th century farming community known as the New York city. The discussions were riveting to say the least. The questions like Who am I? Why am I here? What happens when I die? were raised. They even said that pope was not the messenger form the God, he only believed that he was. The teachings of Jesus was lost when his apostles were killed, only to be found again two centuries ago by the founder of this section of church.

I started this post not to praise or criticise these young preachers or raise questions upon their belief. It was not even meant to share the experience. It's just that the answers they left me with were far fewer than the questions they raised. (They had to leave in a hurry after about an hour and half, because they were teaching free English classes and they were almost late for it.) Really, who am I? Why am I? What happens once I am done with life? Do I get resurrected, as they said or does all of it just ends there. I guess I won't learn the answers to most of these questions in my life time but if you have some opinion, tell me.

*BTW, they said if anyone wants to attend free English classes. Everyone is welcome.

Day 3-4..

Hi. This week has been a little different.

We have not been having any scheduled classes, but we have not got any days off either. :( Basically our seniors have returned from their summer trainings in full force. And they are presenting their reports to the faculty (slide shows).

We are made to sit in during these presentations, so that we can watch what is it that we are going to be doing a year in the future. I have watched dozens of seniors giving thier presentations. They have been to a varied range of firms. Some of them have worked at stock exchanges, others at private portfolio management firms, while there were several of them who have worked at banks, tata steel and all different types of places.

The one place I liked most was the firm doing private equity management. May be I will like to be there at the end of the year.

Tomorrow is not going to be much different either. Tomorrow is the final day of presentations. And then the classes start.

* I tried to do some studying today, in the college library but after several hours of power cut in Delhi, the power generators simply could not take it anymore. So, had to leave early. And didnot get any study done.

* Tried the food in the canteen as well. And to my delight, it actually is good.

Reading..

I so frequently come across people who ask me, okay you read this novel. So how is it? What did you learn from it? Or what was the story? And I am usually left blank. I mean, I read a few novels from time to time. But is it so necessary to learn, or form an opinion.

Can we not simply read for enjoyment, because I liked what I was reading. I usually end up reading novels quite fast. But even then, many a times..right by the time I am finished with the novel. I can hardly recall the details of the formative parts of the story. Is it this bad?

MBA Stress..

hiya people..

I don't know how many of you manage such stuff, but I just managed to wake up to the realization that I will be giving my first trimester in just over two months. Normally this would only make me to turn over and sleep again, so that by the time I woke up. I had forgotten all about any such nasty stuff. And you may ask any B. Tech. graduate, they would have said the same.

We engineers are a group of sturdy people who would have gladly said, kya hai yaar..agar do mahine baad ke exam ki chinta karne lage, to masti kab karenge. alas har six months mein to ek semester hi aa jata hai. But, the lingering thought that. This time I am not about to give the exam for the usual 5 subjects, but rather seven. And more importantly, I have no idea about any of these subjects that got my attention.

Where is the book someone told me about, for time management. Gosh!! there is no time even to read this one. Wish me luck people.

Take care everyone *peace*

Plagarised shamelessly..

Extreme ways are back again

Extreme places i didn't know

I broke everything new again

Everything that i had owned

I threw it out of the windows came along

Extreme ways that i know will part the colours of my sea

Perfect colour me

Extreme ways that help me

They help me out late at night

Extreme sounds that told me

They held me down every night

I didn't have much to say

I didn't give up the light

I closed my eyes and closed myself

And closed my world

And never opened up to anything

That could get me at all

I had to close down everything

I had to close down my mind

Too many things to cover me

Too much can make me blind...

The title of the post tells it. It is not my writing. I copied it from the orkut profile of one of the people I know, sorry pal. And I know he will hate me for doing this. As it is he prohibits me, from even considering myself as his friend. But the reason for posting this over here is, that I need help figuring it out. What was the guy thinking or feeling while writing this. Because as I know of him, he is extremely sensitive. And has reason for any and every word that he says or decides to leave unsaid.

Please leave back a comment..

Take care everyone *peace*

Day 2..

And it keeps getting better.

Today was the day when we first met our seniors. (Until now they were out on summer training, working at a range of companies.) To the spoiled brat from an engineering college like me, it sounded most incredulous that the seniors could be so polite. I know I am gonna keep liking my stay at the place.

Though, by today itself. (My second day in the college, for the uninitiated.) One thing was almost clear to me. The stay was going to be anything but easy. The pressures in the classes are relentless. Not one class to be missed, by us or even the faculty. (Today one of our faculty members was at the site of our new campus where we are to shift in a few months. So, instead of his class going vacant. Other faculty members took up the opportunity to teach us some more. And I got almost mashed up, because janta thought I called up this faculty member.)

Still as they say, Work hard and play harder. (I am going to make my introductions with economics. So, ciao.)

*Before I leave, something about yesterday, I skipped over one tiny incident. I almost walked in into the girls restroom. hehe. Basically, I had not bothered to look at the sign, and as soon as I opened the door. Something felt amiss, the arrangement of the restroom was unlike any I had seen before. It was then that I realised. There were no urinals. I managed to get out before any harm was done, there was not a girl in sight. And I was not caught either. :D phew!!

Night people.

Take care everyone. *peace*

Day 1..

I entered the campus to a sight of all my faculty out there on the lush green lawn in front of the college building, and doing breathing exercises with great discipline. In that moment, my biggest complain against the teachers was void. Is the discipline meant only for students? And I knew I had made a good call.

The day was a complete surprise. And it kept getting better. As I walked up to my third floor classroom, I passed a couple of notice boards. Where besides the class routines and the welcome letter for all the students was posted. There were announcements from all the clubs and societies informing everyone about their existence and looking for new members. Someone had pinned up a look-out for someone to carpool with. There was even a festive poster listing all the birthdays, for the month of June.

The class itself was good as well. AC, public address systems, overhead projector, computer for the projector. Single seated chairs with space for notebooks.

All of this..and it still was getting better. A mix of students from all the different parts of geological span of India. Kanpur, chandigarh, manipur, assam, rajasthan, delhi, kolkata..healthy ratio of guys to girls and almost half the class is having work experience.

Faculty had a diverse range as well. And all of them certainly sounded like they knew what were they talking about, with most confidence. Most of them a PhD holder, and the rest were pursing theirs, right now.

Okay, I missed out on exploring the canteen during the lunch break. Because I had just realised that the campus was fully wi-fi enabled, after someone took out a laptop in the break. And I was too busy, fussing over the lovely Sony Viao.

The best part certainly was, saved for the last. That was when I crashed in, into the library. Big spacious library, with a lovely carpeting(I realised to appreciate the carpet, because we had to remove our shoes before entering the library and as soon as I stepped on the carpet. The cool mushy carpet relieved me of all the strain of the day, in absolutely no time.)

Phew!! I hope this love affair lasts a life time..

Take care everyone *peace*

Piyush..Got hitched..

Hey people, thanks for all the lovely support and love you showered upon me all this while. But now I am taken.

Naah, people. I am not talking about a girlfriend, and I am not gay..so it's not a boyfriend either.

I got admitted to LBSIM, that is Lal Bahadur Shastri Institute of Management. So, now this blog will take on a newer character as well. About how the PGDM, Post Graduate Diploma in Management affects an engineer. I have never in my life studied finance or accounting and now I will be doing a major in Finance. I guess, I got the shark after me (Ain't this correct, Broca).

The admission was an altogether different surprise.

It was regular enough, but like everything in my life. There was nothing normal about it. CAT, GD, PI..wait listed. That was about it. Even till noon yesterday. It was just after noon that I got the call from college, classes had started from 17th and one of the students had not joined. So, if I was still interested. By, six in the evening. I had been to the college admission office and the bank four times already, collecting, correcting and re-correcting documents for an education loan.

After a complete morning in the bank, I was back at the college's admission office by 4, paying the first installment of my fees, amounting to a little over a lakh rupees. And now I will be in the class by o900 hours tomorrow. Phew!! That was quicker then I could say, Are you joking with me?

Wish me luck people..

Take care everyone. *peace*

Happy B'ay Sonam..

Hello dear..

Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show, the people who have the most live the longest.

This one is here only for you. You have been a very dear friend of mine. And I am always gonna cherish the few moments we shared. It was always fun being around you. Take care sweetheart.

And remember, the secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly and lie about your age.