tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266814262024-03-06T22:58:39.896-08:00Random MusingsWhatever.Whenever.Whoever.Raghavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781481459450975882noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26681426.post-85640605590783056292008-03-14T01:25:00.000-07:002008-03-14T01:38:10.774-07:00Moving to Wordpress..Yo, this blog is being evicted from blogger.com for reasons that I best keep secret..Its new home will be at :<br /><br />http://thetemplartalks.wordpress.com/<br /><br />Cya there!<br /><br />Raghav<br /><br />Well anyway, why did I shift to wordpress? It offered easier widget based blogging and much better templates..but wordpress has limited customization so blogger>WP there. Also I finally managed to put in a lot of nifty feefbuner tools like RSS, Flickr etc.. Im gonna try to be more up to date with my blog now..or should I call it wordpress now :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT LANGUAGE="Javascript" TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.tag-board.com/tagboard.js?boardname=pawner125"></SCRIPT>
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Yea I know long time since I updated this so called blog. I actually wrote a<span style=""> </span>blog right after placements and #$^&**(&*^^%^%&*^*&*..that little gibberish was the people I openly made fun off..I guess fate says that I shouldn’t be so mean towards them. More on that later...<sup>1</sup> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><u><span style="line-height: 115%;">Right now some highlights of the past 2 months or so.. REWIND</span></u></i></b><b style=""><i style=""><u><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><u><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></span></o:p></span></u></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Date: </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><st1:date style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" year="2008" day="5" month="1"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Jan 5<sup>th</sup><span style=""> </span>2008</span></st1:date></span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" > – Placement Week (Day -2)</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >So lets get you good folks up to speed. Placements was good, lucky for me I got out early and into a good FMCG company. No it aint HUL, it’s the other one ;) More than enough for lil ol’me. <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >A lot of drama grips students, plenty of rumours abuzz (quite imaginative and caustic, generally fuelled by green eyed losers who couldn’t make the [fine smooth] cut and got nothing but smoke and burns ) . GPA’s did not matter too much, I don’t think at all, as I had a below average and nobody did not care.. Eat your heart out 4+ ers, ;) Hey..dont feel all that bummed when you want to do that MS in US…your going to be 1<sup>st</sup> in line ;) <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style=""> </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Date: </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><st1:date style="font-style: italic;" year="2008" day="1" month="2"><span style="line-height: 115%;">February 1<sup>st</sup> 2008</span></st1:date></span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > – <span style=""> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><st1:place style="font-style: italic;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Goa</span></st1:place></span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Trip</span> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >It is the path every man has to go through before he heads into the real world. Take a trip outside your hunting zone with 5 brave warriors and leach at ladies In clothes they forgot to wear outside their cave. In other words go to Baga beach and soak up the sun, sand and surf..can I get more cliché ;) From the beaches to the bars to the brokers (don’t as what they were selling ;) to handling the most ridiculous conflicts amongst us on where to take pictures/eat/sleep, the exodus was a true eye opener..</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Date: February 5</span><sup style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">th</sup><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> to 20</span><sup style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">th</sup><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> 2008 – Launching Careers</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >As you must be aware, man needs to earn some bread to finance his little exodus’s of life..So thanks to a personal contact I enrolled to help out with conducting Group Discussions and Personal Interviews at a reputed MBA coaching center. I was considering the same to be a career choice of mine but it was fate that I did/did not get in the time frame. Anyways, I had a great time here seeing starry eyed kids who reminded me of me couple of years ago, the hopes, dreams and fears they had were akin to mine..I realized that I am not such an idiot..do have some skills and managed to helped them as much as I could… and made quite a loot along the way </span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Wingdings;font-size:130%;" ><span style="">J</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><sup><span style="line-height: 115%;">1</span></sup></span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Presently..</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >Am chilling out at home...enjoying a well earned rest..and then something propelled me to write this blog..and oh did I forget that we ran into a quite a few ‘fruity’ people in goa..hmm..how can I be politically correct and explain myself..whats that word..very..’happy’ people..got that now I hope ;) You know Im not generally against them..I know a couple of them myself..some are actually helpful inspite of the animosity we share..so I’d like to make my peace with him..as for the other..what can I say..even time is against you..watch your back..I just hope you don’t get your hands broken.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT LANGUAGE="Javascript" TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.tag-board.com/tagboard.js?boardname=pawner125"></SCRIPT>
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As usual Its up to be to see why and what motivates my fellow mates to engage in such behavior:<br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122381809334004386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9oPAljJB-_DO1__M8PJ9ZIpexXG1ise5VGI9HQRu8pVnPvgbB08qASNtI_Ivhrhfz04axxDyylAhwMCyBlwaNrdBLlZD0HrEincfIweHkg_RED6hq9y0ALW0PytORGJAuuBvF/s320/grapsh.bmp" width="459" border="0" /><br />Hmm..as usual money motivates us mortals to a large extent. Its funny here to see the behavior exhibited in this rather competitive time period. A simple example is formation of teams. Do I take my roomie/best friend/girl friend/the intelligent guy/the hot chick… Each of them possesses their own unique set of pros/cons which are quite obvious. It again depends on your objective mentioned in the pie chart. If you want to win= intelligent guy. If you want knowledge= do it with best friend/roomie & for time pass= hot chick. The trick here is to find a hot chick who is intelligent and is fun to work with. They are a dying breed but exist.<br /><br />Another thing is its better to have people from different specializations a.k.a possess complimentary skills to those that you possess(if any). Typically for a 2 member team you want a Mark+Fin and for a 3 member throw in an operations guys. And there HAS to be someone who is good in creating flashy presentations in PowerPoint as that is quite an art itself. And I have realized that its better to have 3 not so intelligent Hardworking guys rather than 1 smart guy and 2 lazy bums in a team. The former will always deliver better results. Also, a lot of luck is involved. Lets face it, its judged by blokes who were just like you and me.<br />Its practically raining contests here in the IIIrd semester. Every B school worth its AICTE certification(seems that organizing fests is a criterion to get a certification!). Typically these are what is offered on the platter:<br /><br />1) <strong>B-Plans:</strong> Standard Boiler Plate. I avoid them as its too detailed, cant plagiarize and requires too much originality. I leave this to the Gujjus & the really smart guys who have been dreaming of business plans since they could read. Eg: IIT-B Ecell’s Eureka. My Current Score : 0/1<br /><br />2) <strong>Finance Valuation Cases</strong>: Grimace and move on. This is purely number crunching and finance concepts tested to the core. My roommate who is amongst the top 1% in finance concepts would go for stuff like this and I watch from behind. If you’re a marketing guy don’t even think you can faff your way as this is just a no for that kind of thing. Pure Concepts only. Eg: The Deal by JPMC. My Current Score: N.A<br /><br />3) <strong>Paper Presentations(All Specs):</strong> This is the bread & butter that even you and me can do. Topics range from outsourcing to brazil to Balancing Scorecards. Doesn’t require too much domain knowledge. Just smart googling and referring HBR’s. This has maximum attempt rates across students as its all over the net, you just have to put it down right with correct flow. My Current Score 0/2<br /><br />4) <strong>Marketing Case Studies</strong>: Now this is where the action lies. Carries higher status and prize money(rightly) . Typically involves a fictional company which has to get out of a rut or wants to do make millions overnight and decided that we are the messiahs who can save them. They are quite fun & challenging and makes you apply what little you have learnt practically which is quite satisfying. Fierce competition though and you can expect the best of brains here. Helps to have a finance guy on board or atleast consult and repair the absurd financials you have projected. I will never forget the look on my fin-guru-roomie’s face when I showed him my cash flows for a case. He doubted if I could even put on my pants correctly every morning after that. My Current Score 0/3<br /><br />5) <strong>Online games:</strong> Fun, for the no so serious, involves quizzes or puzzles and fast googling again within a time limit. Very slim chances as there are people who specialize in these and have like a small cabal of people who wait for the games like a rocket countdown working on 5 computers at a time. Quite a sight. My Current Score 0/3.<br /><br />6) <strong>Culturals:</strong> Meant for those who are ‘alternatively talented’ or hate any form of academic activity. Involved dancing,debating,dumb charades & singing. We have a quite of few of them right here. Only downside/upside is going to the host’s campus is mandatory, a nice way to see another B School but considerable monetary expenditure involved. My Current Score : N.A<br />As you might have inferred from the above post, so far my brilliant insights haven’t impressed the jury. I would like to blame the govt on this but I don’t think that’s fair. My CV for this semester will continue to ride off my cough past glory cough. And its not like I’ve got a PPO from my beloved summer company that’s really helping matters.<br />My pal told me although I’ve struck nothing but ground zero the last million times, I shouldn’t give up trying as the next one could just be it. But it seems like all of ‘em are independent events..aren’t they? </span></p><p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well..at the end of it, it’s the guys who win these who are the real dudes of the campus and have managed to really learn and apply it. Of course they are not guaranteed a CEO post and those who don’t make the cut will not end up employed serving food in the college mess..<br /><br />Wonder if yellow & black looks good on me.<br /></span></p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT LANGUAGE="Javascript" TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.tag-board.com/tagboard.js?boardname=pawner125"></SCRIPT>
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Let’s look at each of them shall we?<br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>CASH INFLOWS</strong></span><br /><br />1) <strong>The SBI ATM:</strong> This is my two month summers’ salary from Amex but let’s face facts this ain’t gonna last forever. And every walk to the atm & withdrawal from it makes me feel guilty; the watchman looks at me like I am a heist man. This added to the fact that I think after my new Sony Ericsson K510i and my ahem entertainment expenses in Delhi during summers has brought this figure down by half. Don’t ask me what the original was.<br /><br />2) <strong>B-School Contests: </strong>Yea..I decided to try my hand at these..From paper presentations to Case Analysis…it seems either all of ‘em know that I plagiarize or I have the mental faculty of a escaped lunatic from Alcatraz or I’m a escaped lunatic from Alcatraz who plagiarizes. Added to the fact that I am financially challenged (in both ways, I claim to be a marketing major) so my focus point is quite narrow. And the completion in this acclaimed segment is as populous as the number of CAT aspirants. Ah well, I’m sure the ‘winners’ of these papers will be no match for me when it comes to the real thing. Yes. I’m sure. (Note to Raghav-Keep telling yourself that every night.)<br /><br />3) <strong>Quizzes:</strong> My so called ‘core-competency’ (hey, I do know some stuff in marketing!) has given me the bum ride this semester. My only consolation (I call it sadistic plot of God) is that I end up as the ‘team that just missed qualification/ or the guys who tied last but couldn’t get the starred question’. I just have to settle for being the smartest guy in the audience and win prizes there. Either my reading is not up to the mark or people have become more well aware of what the hell’s going on around town.<br /><br />4) <strong>Contests & Scams on the Net:</strong> Once in a while I always come across a story of how you can make 1000 $ a day with no skill required just 1 hour a day. Seems tailor made for a guy like me but they never seem to work. I shamefull admit the fact I signed up for a site that makes u click like about 30 ads a day and you get like 2 rs in return. I stopped after a week. Im expecting my cheque for..a cool 7 bucks(less taxes/membership/manual costs) in about 500 million years.<br /><br />5) <strong>Stock Markets:</strong> Im still trying to break even from the 10 G’s my Dad gave me in my own sharekhan.com account. It seems that I have a knack for picking those stocks that either the CEO kills himself , the promoters run off or the industry which the company operates on is no longer in existence. (For a copy of my winning portfolio, drop me a line at <a href="mailto:Raghav_r24@rediffmail.com">Raghav_r24@rediffmail.com</a>). And even with the spare cash I have there are 10,00 brokers here who have 1291032*e^2344 HOT stock tips. I realized that there is a formulae that accurately captures winning in markets<br /><br />Money in Markets= Capital over 10,000 * Reliable Sources for information* Patience to wait atleast year * Shares Allocated in good IPO’s * Having a demat account* having a demat account which you know the password for* knowledge on executing a transaction.<br /><br /><strong> I HEREBY DECLARE I HAVE NONE OF THE ABOVE REQUIREMENTS.</strong><br /><br />There are some sources of funds that shall remain unlisted for personal reasons lest the parties who are involved are aware of such incidents occurring. Let’s just say that It seems to be the last resort.<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">CASH OUTFLOWS</span><br /></strong><br />1) <strong>Food:</strong> The biggest expenditure for me by far. It’s just that the mess food here that is served is quite frankly, a mess. I hoped I’m not sued for libel or slandering. I guess I will use the fact that the last 21 years of having delicious home cooked food has set my standards sky high with a very low standard deviation of being a connoisseur of this God-Awful cuisine. I am the largest benefactor of Sweety Stores(the local retail food guy on campus) in terms of his ‘bun-donuts’ product line. I think the CEO of that company is cancelling his IPO because I’m giving that SOB all the capital he needs to raise from the primary markets. (For those who want to become millionaires, contact me I’ll tell u the name of the company, invest now and by the time u retire your old ass them shares will be worth 10x the current mkt price)<br /><br />2) <strong>Dating:</strong> Well, I can’t write too much here, for obvious reasons If I want to continue. I’ve been lucky, as it revolves around the concept related to the Netherlands. If u did not get that (Im not surprised, it rhymes with a telecom company that is no longer what it was known as) But let me tell you one thing- Pune and its merry hang-abouts don’t come cheap.<br /><br />3) <strong>Treats:</strong> This unholy event occurs with a certain sporadic ir-regularity. Its not like I have achieved feats of greatness [One I have, and a treat is due =, guys u’ll get it @ the end of this year I promise ;) ] We here just need a reason to make the other guy take us out to dinner. It can range from as important as passing in a backlog paper, attending class on time, accidently bumping into a hot chick on campus or putting on the right pair of socks to stuff like staying home for 2 months for one’s internship. This if your lucky can be postponed but birthdays and personal accidents , you’d wish you’d never had those.<br /><br />4) <strong>Twilight Zone Treats:</strong> Hmm..how do I put this..lets say you had a fixed agenda of going on to dinner with some people in your mind. Now you accidently see that more people invite themselves or run into them or meet them at your destination which compounds things and upsets your pre –established frame of reference. This becomes all the more worse if the parties are cannibals and guzzlers and you are told that the order of the day is well..the doubled edged sword of the Netherlanders.<br /><br />5) <strong>Laundry:</strong> Seems to be an essential function that cannot be compromised on. The irony is that I think I do a better job cleaning that the dude on campus. Am waiting for him to lose a pair of pants so I can get credit for atleast 700 bucks that takes care of this expense for the rest of the year. (Some guy in my campus pulled this stunt and the pants were worth as much as a politicians promise)<br /><br />6) <strong>Contributions for Social Events:</strong> Includes contribution for Freshers, Jobbers, Losers..some goddamn event or the other where appointed agents will knock your door down till they get the cash payment. I recommend they join ICICI’s loan recovery cell. I don’t deny I too have fun but such a large capital expenditure for 1 night seems quite pointless. I DON’T want a loser DJ, I DON’T care for carbonated drinks and what I DO CARE about is atleast good dessert, not some vanilla crap with raisins in them. 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Here I highlight the games that made me the man I am today. </div><br /><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles[TMNT]</span></strong><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102162257062610338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdXrJFvkpPgErOkSZCj81wpLv1gg-kYf3_EeaIGygS9SttHgdRB4BajMJ36h3SBXF-4vjI1IXekJS8d3L4dCk4dLYz4iOmS4Q5w8pJtZoMWR5SPIMQHz7XoI7Db3Zli_5yf4x/s320/tmnt.jpg" border="0" />Essentially a PvP (Player Vs Player) game. Had the regular 4 turtles with Casey, the dragon guy and of course Shredder. I still remember we four guys(DInesh, Bony, Sumedh and Me) would form teams in TMNT and play for like 4 hours non stop. Poor guys did not have a chance when I took Don-a-tello..(hold down for 2 secs, Up+Turbo kick)=Fly through the air and send you to hell. You would never see a turtle move so damn fast! And with the baddie Shredder, Fwd+down+low Punch= sonic booms. I could have them every second 20 times straight. Good times. Yes Dinesh, I beat your butt every time ;) </div><div> </div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">CONTRA </span></strong></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102163008681887154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbO3UD5EgWYLYaQuuI4xRyRYWaghYl74B_uxWmtafKbcdk1m9VjPkSubMZxc2x4zF0hxFDZQRu1oIi0sQO4RWFb1im5RcJO42aOWaDt20exSu8Wq1bEzAQ7DLGnEWGN3uhTRX/s320/Contra.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong><br /><br />Then came Contra. This was the ultimate symbol of adolescent machoness. You had two shirtless, gun toting, 6 Pac guys who had to fight through jungles, snowfall, waterfall, caves etc to save the world from alien invasion. No dumb chicks no damn lame-ass storyline. Just kick ass. The best part were the powerups. You had laser, Spread, Rapid for each occasion. And one of the best musical scores ever.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Street Fighter</span></strong> </div><div> </div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102161509738300818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKiachjErJfsc2OU3Git0fDHi06TC5qc-sUcyw1N6yBsRZh8TkTVDOLc1uBjnVu1TvY0Ihx6myYyZdMQrb2jEpa4nYd8HuQ5LQ3qEOAql1RgaEpg0EyzgZDPpFVK8L8axZwiB/s320/streetfighter_10a1.jpg" border="0" /><br />One of the all time best arcade games. Over 20 players from different countries fighting. Ryu-Japan, Guile-USA, M.Bison-Russia, Dhalsim-India and 1 dude from brazil(I remember he could electrocute himself or something..nice hairdo too lol). Ever popular as it laid the path of fighting games for ages to come. Each character had his/her own set of cool moves and nuances. My pick of the lot would be : Vega-Spanish guy from style factor and Bison- For pure ass kicking and Ryu- Godly Uppercuts, Chun Li- To Gawk at. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Super Mario Bros</span></strong><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102163240610121154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjORNSaUpzhGM9HqtAag9HTOlNUij4dOHo2zKDo_ULdg9ComV3bMsEYsZM3JS-iPVjinb2ETQfDbTwvfhOssma_mkfB1AEW3gbJdxFGoBbe7G2MKutZ5Uhz1KA8rzlZEB3CXzD/s320/super-mario-bros-dx-big.gif" border="0" /><br />Yes, yes I know. It has to be there like any self respecting game Tv show would expect. I admit I had a hell of a lot of fun playing this. The best part would be the variants of the game, there was a co-operative 2 player one where me and my neighbour friend archana would play the game for like 8 hours straight (it really was that long a game!). Also the nifty tricks of discovering where the secret 1 up and warp zones made this an evergreen game.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Baseball</span></strong><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102163588502472146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAM6X_ZZoYPEL50ynmq2y3l7hj6YA1IAzu4EMXq7YO9RQgaudzuY3_esH6K6NbSNSvCK_2NdTmswpl-1K4yW2junXlDaY_jaZSDZ8Cq_QF8aUKNxLI8kYU3wgfkriV88sk-fAA/s320/rbi_baseball.jpg" border="0" /><br />The only connection to me and sports would be- as you can guess by now in video games. Baseball was #16 on my 64-in-1 game cartridge and was hella addictive. I actually learned a lot about the sport and why Americans are so lame, all thanks to this game. I never could figure out thought how I hit them home runs..Every damn team looked the same to me-just differently coded (A,B,C,D..). I always had a sneaky feeling that the D team had the biggest bats and hence=more home runs.<br /><br />More than the game itself it was the level of enthusiasm and excitement amongst my fellow peers that really made the memories worth it *sniff sniff*. Gimme a console now and wild horses cant drag me away..now I will get back to my sad life of MBA.<br /><br />My vision is to put a Whiz Kid Video Game console on every childs home. I call it Vision 3424 Z.D.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT LANGUAGE="Javascript" TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.tag-board.com/tagboard.js?boardname=pawner125"></SCRIPT>
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I was warned by my northie pals that the heat in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Delhi</st1:place></st1:city> is an unforgiving as wearing jeans in the scmhrd library. Being from Chennai I thought I could even walk across Sahara Naked. But It seemed that the legends were true..it was so hot that housewives need not boil the family water to kill them evil germs. They just die if you whisper to them that they are in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">delhi</st1:city></st1:place>!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">SATURADAY- April 28<sup>th</sup></span> <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal">Went for the Senior-Junior meet at <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Delhi</st1:city></st1:place> @ Costs Coffee , was nice catching up with fellow mates and have look at out future torchbearers(that refers to the juniors ;) . Good to see a balanced sex ratio in the junior batch <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>(10 girls and 5 guys came to the meet..lets hope the trend continues in all cities too!). <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>Had a great time , with all the seniors giving their gyan to them..Hopefully atleast this time the chances of <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>me going as a stag again to a party <i>should </i>in all probability reduce<i>-hint hint <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>cough <strong>freshers party </strong>cough ;) <o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgjdn1tYrgzbNVikHhiSDqBLORtLrzsG6zRx5jGiOSd-ol8q2SXQaawsIgB-yYqsBEWBFU9LXaKrCv-xp3KrdfEFiE9Ye3N3TAmmkGmNTfUH5_HAltFViwMsk8l2so0bkihw2/s1600-h/delhi+meet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061852395901526946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgjdn1tYrgzbNVikHhiSDqBLORtLrzsG6zRx5jGiOSd-ol8q2SXQaawsIgB-yYqsBEWBFU9LXaKrCv-xp3KrdfEFiE9Ye3N3TAmmkGmNTfUH5_HAltFViwMsk8l2so0bkihw2/s400/delhi+meet.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"> Delhi Snr-Jnr meet outside Costa Coffee</span><br /></div><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span><br /><br />Then Siddarth, Ramya and me<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>decided to take our official tour of <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">delhi</st1:city></st1:place>. <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>We first headed to Rashtrapahi Bhavan (impressive security I must say the dudes ported automatics- the kind of stuff you see in Unreal 2003)and<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>The Indian Parliament. It was quite lovely sight and made me all the proud to be and Indian but wistfully ponder the fact that such edifices house the so called “Decision Makers”. Sigh. Siddarth had a spanking new Nokia E90 with a x..xx something mega pixel camera and we decided to make the most of it ;)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAlM7EDStUzN3vo01DKniohZBkp9IkXYyOrKBha09Rbl3K6FvtLez0vicmrwUDW6GkZjgvWngYnVrTrXSOfi8AB_qmPcTGKIhI5UbEBEFIwHp2OJDKQ3TgNUiK93HrMuesPhML/s1600-h/28042007(024).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061854509025436610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAlM7EDStUzN3vo01DKniohZBkp9IkXYyOrKBha09Rbl3K6FvtLez0vicmrwUDW6GkZjgvWngYnVrTrXSOfi8AB_qmPcTGKIhI5UbEBEFIwHp2OJDKQ3TgNUiK93HrMuesPhML/s400/28042007(024).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Us outside Rashtrapathi Bhavan..btw he is wearing my cap..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><b><i><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">SUNDAY- April 29<sup>th</sup></span><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><o:p></o:p></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">After some initial confusion about where we should go, our deemed tourist guide, Ramya [purely in the sense that she knows Hindi best and we had no idea about <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Delhi</st1:place></st1:city>. In fact I thought Gateway of India was in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Delhi</st1:city></st1:place> and India Gate was in Mumbai and.. and since we hate shouldering responsibility... ;) ]. <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>On our way to Lotus Temple(the locals call it “Bhilai”- I was wondering if the temple was full of cats or something….then I realized it was built by a dude with that name..sheesh!)</p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><o:p></o:p></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">On our way we got ourselves killer shades for an unbelievable 10 bucks.. I started to wonder what kind of business/revenue model <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>this dude must have in place….If he can make a living selling 10 rupee glasses outside lotus temple, me doing an MBA for 5 lacs<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>has shown me that I have wasted 2 years of my youth! The <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Temple</st1:city></st1:place> bears a striking resemblance to<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>Aussie’s Harbour and is very well maintained. Since footwear was not allowed in the temple, It also gave me sadistic pleasure to see the other two hop around like kittens on a hot tin roof whilst I was protected thanks to my Chennai pavement purchased 20 buck pair cotton socks <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-size:+0;"></span></span><span style="font-size:+0;">:)<br /></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKy3a3Zy3V8Pt7w22a4n3RS3wM375lgx83bxwGhcSWI9Xr-uCZSmXa68_xePHYQvn78Pd5hOFtWX6RD-xdUOam-HVAZHMvV8NmtQwIKzGrIwVM2Le2fyjChHuTBgrpmluMnDVf/s1600-h/29042007(016).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061856562019804114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKy3a3Zy3V8Pt7w22a4n3RS3wM375lgx83bxwGhcSWI9Xr-uCZSmXa68_xePHYQvn78Pd5hOFtWX6RD-xdUOam-HVAZHMvV8NmtQwIKzGrIwVM2Le2fyjChHuTBgrpmluMnDVf/s320/29042007(016).jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Da Killer shades..eat your heart out Ray Ban!!<br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMlBS41rAMro3_0RlZMJSKS_xu6Z_vYK_uJyICAENRERNGRDz1srmapjJS7IcfgGClzV2VY1I0ol0MJLE-cawEM_urLrWOjVeYiyXZfLeo8fDLgKeeEz8pDgfNXhu4mmMUimGX/s1600-h/29042007(031).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061858391675872226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMlBS41rAMro3_0RlZMJSKS_xu6Z_vYK_uJyICAENRERNGRDz1srmapjJS7IcfgGClzV2VY1I0ol0MJLE-cawEM_urLrWOjVeYiyXZfLeo8fDLgKeeEz8pDgfNXhu4mmMUimGX/s320/29042007(031).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Ramya and Siddarth outside Lotus Temple..Lucky shot not getting any losers in the background!!</span><br /></div></div><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhdZIlUEfcbZHA5SRf_LloCFJBchJhN4ja3QzLokGHTIOaJPC42t6mjamKAoneS3cuBHLr-igIo0DyrwltsCG5Ru37e9Fxye9ZFw8WK8KAfHuxY1Rc8OHSAc4KndnbUeRhsM4/s1600-h/29042007(042).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061859426762990578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhdZIlUEfcbZHA5SRf_LloCFJBchJhN4ja3QzLokGHTIOaJPC42t6mjamKAoneS3cuBHLr-igIo0DyrwltsCG5Ru37e9Fxye9ZFw8WK8KAfHuxY1Rc8OHSAc4KndnbUeRhsM4/s320/29042007(042).jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"> In the gardens leading to the Temple</span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></div></div><p class="MsoNormal">We then headed down to ISCKON temple which was much to our regret closed for the day but we were ‘conveniently’ uninformed by the security personnel about this..and ironically Ramya ended up buying flowers for the deity which had to be donated to the counter guy who promised her that it would be given to the right addressee. I bet he gave it to his second wife. Don’t ask how, I just know.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1AKZWZGzrHPNrxK_9xeNBp013jgr1-g_KT3-ku5yZhNjJfuHSnUg6mpyx39eqVkJhs80iztJu5PZzqhZx3_MYLau0zl_QewmWU5gqQjKr3ZZcV7GIgBsWx2vXItqCjsJBsO0f/s1600-h/29042007(050).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061860689483375634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1AKZWZGzrHPNrxK_9xeNBp013jgr1-g_KT3-ku5yZhNjJfuHSnUg6mpyx39eqVkJhs80iztJu5PZzqhZx3_MYLau0zl_QewmWU5gqQjKr3ZZcV7GIgBsWx2vXItqCjsJBsO0f/s320/29042007(050).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Iskon Temple..the slippers make it all the more beautiful..<br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">We then took off for the ‘Times Global Village’ (idea courtesy our guide!)..this was nothing but every ‘country’ having a stall and displaying their wares & stuff for suckers with too much money & time to come and bust it here. Every stall we went into had that country’s so called ‘specialty’ stuff..and it seemed like every damn thing in the store was just meant for a girl. I mean I don’t have anything against that but please there is only so much bling(aka jewellery) and clothes that a guy can see…We were window shopping for quite a bit but then the purse strings broke loose(not me and sid- we are the guys,Ramya’s) and she had to have something from every country…this did not help our objective of wanting to get the living hell out of there a bit. And we were asked our esteemed opinion on her potential purchase[s]<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>which we try to give an informed opinion but came out as fake as Mandira Bedi’s post match Cricket analysis. I and Sid spent more on Aquafina then anything else..& the heat was blistering..hot! (Did I mention It was hot..oh yea..just in case it slipped <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">ur</st1:city></st1:place> mind..) We went around the world in 3 hours ..literally(<st1:country-region st="on">China</st1:country-region>,japan,US/UK,Asia,<st1:place st="on">Middle East</st1:place> and I think even Mordor)!</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Finally we were sick of the damn ethnic crap that they were selling (I bet there was back office hidden underground with Indians in sweat shops fervently manufacturing <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>everything at half the cost and pushing it off as a Moroccan hat or a Chezh Crystal) and we went to the last stop- South Africa. Sid and me decided that if we were ever going to tell people that we spent 3 hours here roaming around like a bunch of zombies, let us have something to show for it at least! So we went to this African dude who was selling bracelets and we got one each. I thought it would look pretty cool to show it off in the office but I realized that it had a touch of effeminisim attached to it (aka was quite gay/worn by girls apparently) . I refuse to be cowed down or intimidated by society’s sense of fashion and norms on accessories so I port this bravely where-ever I go (in spite of the cat calls I get when I walk on these mean streets. Bad Boys.)</p><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDHBFe0hRxkw9JyTmbGFTmPO4Z4U4ANMM_6Z55Ps7gLCQypkBT1fjCI_9xX-3M60KKGD7rKN81Wqx8l4Crm96XFFhx9O-Z52n_CgoMXJRQvnGXirqkrEO_u0oFczoaG74NoK7/s1600-h/29042007(068).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061861574246638626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDHBFe0hRxkw9JyTmbGFTmPO4Z4U4ANMM_6Z55Ps7gLCQypkBT1fjCI_9xX-3M60KKGD7rKN81Wqx8l4Crm96XFFhx9O-Z52n_CgoMXJRQvnGXirqkrEO_u0oFczoaG74NoK7/s320/29042007(068).jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Egypt World- That little guy is Anubis the Jackal God..dunno who the big Idol<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbg1Me5yXQmfv8TlIHAt9LqXDo7rXO8o341vxqpmbxfIEdHrK03_RLBAkpiqiHgbYOYQOUMlKrONzKacWtM634FU2jx4rBmRC8hPI4i9cUb8x3A0igu3sTDZ7PrfNLgtVDeFy/s1600-h/29042007(053).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061863674485646402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbg1Me5yXQmfv8TlIHAt9LqXDo7rXO8o341vxqpmbxfIEdHrK03_RLBAkpiqiHgbYOYQOUMlKrONzKacWtM634FU2jx4rBmRC8hPI4i9cUb8x3A0igu3sTDZ7PrfNLgtVDeFy/s320/29042007(053).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Aquafina..the only real thing worth buying!!</span><br /></div><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5ECUAqqlKIZa1dNL0XVT0dCSva1sDQbmUpgrX5jSnUy220wFjl1Gc9brgFw028rFj5LseG7lo2SMSg5n_n5j9miVA2sURWNe5T9pLLodW_Pxtm0Vg5jKh6qxxuI8-GbScPrv/s1600-h/29042007(064).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061862403175326770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5ECUAqqlKIZa1dNL0XVT0dCSva1sDQbmUpgrX5jSnUy220wFjl1Gc9brgFw028rFj5LseG7lo2SMSg5n_n5j9miVA2sURWNe5T9pLLodW_Pxtm0Vg5jKh6qxxuI8-GbScPrv/s320/29042007(064).jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">In Japan I think....had to have a pink ribbon..i guess it all started here..<br /><br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9PhPjMftTQYErRq2EznlVSJydRUXNaAQ9E42nx8Ljq_TCFysHLKpZTyE_F7hcZtsLqnYz-Rln102DL4G-JimBzpMDqyuBwYo-eofrD07Tw-bdwAAitiSVJrzz8LoZNi5DKTc/s1600-h/29042007(075).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061864176996820050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9PhPjMftTQYErRq2EznlVSJydRUXNaAQ9E42nx8Ljq_TCFysHLKpZTyE_F7hcZtsLqnYz-Rln102DL4G-JimBzpMDqyuBwYo-eofrD07Tw-bdwAAitiSVJrzz8LoZNi5DKTc/s320/29042007(075).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">...and ended here! Bracelet Buddies striking a pose!<br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTm6ZgFor0vJzUtZ4cJ-Dfm-rk3fN-1RrZugZc3sPl6Ld93EBk3dXZDDbg-x4tAgjXvZrcaS0oA6VposFJNJjREx7Pq1O8UaAykmld2ChgDSuyZxynUloLgeqBOAk6MqB94nlz/s1600-h/29042007(080).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061864889961391202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTm6ZgFor0vJzUtZ4cJ-Dfm-rk3fN-1RrZugZc3sPl6Ld93EBk3dXZDDbg-x4tAgjXvZrcaS0oA6VposFJNJjREx7Pq1O8UaAykmld2ChgDSuyZxynUloLgeqBOAk6MqB94nlz/s320/29042007(080).jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Some Dude in Stilts selling Popcorn..how the hell is he gonna reach them customers?! I was tempeted to get one but i thought he throw it on my head..<br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEOyDpUGTvYgaUAyJwK01PRT9HvAm4kjLIA2zWBnPk-O9LHeEwToDYBUV_kR68oMgH42Gv-KDSJol2cJzyvIbzaM4vXPwmABcxRa8cCVZOBPWADpT16A1Brk0PdWkCmjm84yhX/s1600-h/29042007(081).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061865632990733426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEOyDpUGTvYgaUAyJwK01PRT9HvAm4kjLIA2zWBnPk-O9LHeEwToDYBUV_kR68oMgH42Gv-KDSJol2cJzyvIbzaM4vXPwmABcxRa8cCVZOBPWADpT16A1Brk0PdWkCmjm84yhX/s320/29042007(081).jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Sid in between Petronas Towers....</span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></div></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbG0Wfq8fzs5K9dFW4M5Oq2SPVLXZI4JvsHAX5d7YC-piw62QNj72DeQvo3h5vhY4dm5lZMlzaxQjHwwBnLrIOUyCGxNVZEbpOF139jhfsMYIez4WztEKbbW2G14A_o3pr7fgI/s1600-h/29042007(082).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061866234286154882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbG0Wfq8fzs5K9dFW4M5Oq2SPVLXZI4JvsHAX5d7YC-piw62QNj72DeQvo3h5vhY4dm5lZMlzaxQjHwwBnLrIOUyCGxNVZEbpOF139jhfsMYIez4WztEKbbW2G14A_o3pr7fgI/s320/29042007(082).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A wonder in front of another ;) Ramya in front of the Taj..matching matching white lol!<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvBwk-TOl0lBhyfSJHDhAZ64-qPnzGq0UYV0_7m6H1Ykim-vPnKOsuNt8mfBC3GtuNCikH-hmN-1M4lFQeE8A4T311pSLCVbnJTBLNtYeSenB9g7qPT306TzKITY2eQsk7ela1/s1600-h/29042007(083).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061867037445039266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvBwk-TOl0lBhyfSJHDhAZ64-qPnzGq0UYV0_7m6H1Ykim-vPnKOsuNt8mfBC3GtuNCikH-hmN-1M4lFQeE8A4T311pSLCVbnJTBLNtYeSenB9g7qPT306TzKITY2eQsk7ela1/s320/29042007(083).jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Me Trying to look cool next to the Pyramids..<br /><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbQIfqBNVelQ0Q49b9NF0dxma7rPRB_ymX5dDtoyy4nSAF0o9fpSZJ5MRdanBsA9BbtlGETjpA7p__G2-9-V-d7CQ20MZL1hJANWiOUTBpRNkyEOmjzQ1mCRWQ5Aw-O99mxZW/s1600-h/29042007(086).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061867561431049394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbQIfqBNVelQ0Q49b9NF0dxma7rPRB_ymX5dDtoyy4nSAF0o9fpSZJ5MRdanBsA9BbtlGETjpA7p__G2-9-V-d7CQ20MZL1hJANWiOUTBpRNkyEOmjzQ1mCRWQ5Aw-O99mxZW/s320/29042007(086).jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Le tour Effiel..Nous sommes touts francais!!<br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Whew..a month gone by..and I have to admit its been mind blowing..travelling from gurgaon to <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Delhi</st1:city></st1:place> itself is like an adventure..1<sup>st</sup> a rick then auto then bus then the metro..and taking a call center cab at 11:00 to get back home and trying to figure out if the driver is really a dell driver or some fake highway killer one that’s gonna take me to hell..<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Whatever it is..<st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Delhi</st1:place></st1:city> Rocks..this has been one the best months outside home for moi..so many memories..and stuff which ive been waiting to do for a long time finally done ;)<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Wait for Part II of the same (if I get to go to interesting sites like where Sonia Gandhi shops for Slippers)..Until then..Raghav out!</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><br /></div><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT LANGUAGE="Javascript" TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.tag-board.com/tagboard.js?boardname=pawner125"></SCRIPT>
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</table></div>Raghavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781481459450975882noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26681426.post-3810721133655808532007-04-02T10:17:00.001-07:002007-04-03T04:50:44.189-07:00M.B.A, Interrupted: Curtain Call for End of 1st Year<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Let us observe a moment of silence..not for <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">India</st1:country-region></st1:place>’s exit from the World Cup, but since today was the last day of our 1<sup>st</sup> Year as MBA’s at SCMHRD. Done? Ok.. On 29<sup>th</sup> of March, we gave our Man.Accting<span style=""> </span>paper, the last paper in the long list of exams(probably a backlog, the questions from the last 2 years paper’s which I had mugged and gone were no where to be seen. Lucky me.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The guys in the hostel were all going home before summers and busy with throwing out with relish the books they thought they would never use. I could see the raw satisfaction in the eyes of my crazed mates as they vehemently threw the numerous Xerox’s (ok photocopies for the politically correct) of the Econometrics/Accountancy notes. Some even went to the extent of labeling them as “Burn in Hell you #$%^&*” ( Only for mature audiences) . I understand your pain boys. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Incidentally I still have my Fin Man,Man Acct papers, better safe then sorry. The Indian Cricket team<span style=""> </span>has a better chance of winning the world cup in Synchronized Swimming in the Sahara Desert Sands then I do of clearing my Accounting papers. People scoff at me now for keeping all this ‘trash’, but I will have the last laugh. <span style=""> </span>I predict now its value is nothing but in a years time when we have to give the re-exams with the juniors, its worth <span style=""> </span>will sky rocket like an InfoSys ADR and a chance to score with the junior chicks who need our ‘experience’ ;)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me and my roomie(raja) stripped our room naked (and ourselves to bare minimum with war paint donned on to get into the groove of destroying/tearing stuff with occasional animal like war cries) of all our belongings and hastily dumped them in anything that would hold stuff. ( I managed to put in a unused RIN bar in between my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Business-Statistics-Student-CD/dp/0073126985">Business Statistics Book</a>, which incidentally<span style=""> </span>I spent Rs 350 for , never used it and got 1 more free from college and am still trying to get out a piece of rubber lodged in my right eardrum..so much capacity utilization!).</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I found other interesting stuff while clearing out my closet : My 1 black sandal (the other one is <i style="">still</i> missing), my broken <b style="">pink</b> umbrella (I want to lose this I never can…dammit!), my moth infested T-shirt, a new pack of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gillette-Mach3-Cartridges-8-cartridges/dp/B000052YHR">Gillette Mach III</a> blades (yea the cool ones as in the ad with the hot babe running her hand over the guy’s ‘mached’ <span style=""> </span>cheek..I thought I had no blades, so threw off the razor..Smart move huh? )… and some stuff that is quite illegal in these parts of the country but legal in No 15, <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Afghanistan</st1:city> Farm Road, <st1:country-region st="on">Afghanistan</st1:country-region></st1:place>. <span style=""> </span>(For those who stopped and re-read this line, yea, it is a rip-off of <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Chandlers</st1:place></st1:city> line @ Friends). So Sue me. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We have left the most important books in our rooms itself (Vedanta, Indian Economy-6<sup>th</sup> edition, Six Sigma Manual) so that the lucky junior who gets our room will get a head start ahead of his peers. Purely done out of space constraints. Cellophane tape is the most sought after commodity whilst packing and we lost about 25% of the tape trying to get it evenly out as most of the times it would split into two halves as one takes it from the roll! <span style=""> </span>Even if you do manage to get the tape across the carton, the scissors would not be within proximity for cutting the tape. (Animal War Cry here). </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We took a couple of pics of our room 839 just for old time’s sake and made our mark present to show the world (3 juniors in this case) that this was the crib where the rockstars Raghav and Raja were chillin!<span style=""> </span>Goodbyes for guys are a very difficult thing..I mean however close you are its difficult..so we were actin like them <a href="http://images.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://hoodstrucktv.com/DSCN1598.JPG&imgrefurl=http://hoodstrucktv.com/&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=960&w=1280&sz=414&hl=en&sig2=VBFL4BRzWxQHzQo0h4lYIw&start=7&um=1&tbnid=3pq8greZOjLssM:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=113&tbnw=150&ei=d0sRRuSSHJPC0gSOsuGxAw&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dnigga%2Bhood%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DG">niggas.</a>.you know clenched hands punching, chest slamming and a firm handshake( like when bond Vs the bad guy saying this ain't over yet).<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="">1)Outside our<span style=""> </span>legendary room..to be turned into a museum shortly.</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5XzwDqSHRAjTucW-2izS7xmo_XdPu166k8XY29EXaZiVbACfJqri2A_0dH0G0iNjWEx-SendmyTD0vZM6Zppz7zbZI-hs7G_KKe3A43WU7eyUFozoDIhLarHw2zmH9QWTHje/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5XzwDqSHRAjTucW-2izS7xmo_XdPu166k8XY29EXaZiVbACfJqri2A_0dH0G0iNjWEx-SendmyTD0vZM6Zppz7zbZI-hs7G_KKe3A43WU7eyUFozoDIhLarHw2zmH9QWTHje/s400/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049167790923266018" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1i5XRmDT9g/RhFIZa1TN8I/AAAAAAAAADE/1P01ajgy_vg/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1i5XRmDT9g/RhFIZa1TN8I/AAAAAAAAADE/1P01ajgy_vg/s400/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048896258795845570" border="0" /></a><br /><b style=""><o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Smart Camera work..guess where the camera is :P ? Btw, u can see three brushes in the pic, 1 for each of us and 1 and till date we don’t know who/how the third brush came along..we auctioned it for a half used tube of shaving cream. </span><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:6in;height:324pt'"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\ADMINI~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.jpg" title="Picture 026"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k1i5XRmDT9g/RhFI0q1TN9I/AAAAAAAAADM/Rnf4nt9SOzE/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k1i5XRmDT9g/RhFI0q1TN9I/AAAAAAAAADM/Rnf4nt9SOzE/s400/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048896726947280850" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrc6-iQ19ERHNv7j6SQIduvVMcPlVHA2d_lkpgBZPgqWik4wn3CGE6x6W9F06bIzJQGLJjFZYXZUUhGc2cvpEQY4Wi5I-pZF9KkIa_B4Kjve0MB0-lOmB_JxxXYlpPYZdFQkI/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrc6-iQ19ERHNv7j6SQIduvVMcPlVHA2d_lkpgBZPgqWik4wn3CGE6x6W9F06bIzJQGLJjFZYXZUUhGc2cvpEQY4Wi5I-pZF9KkIa_B4Kjve0MB0-lOmB_JxxXYlpPYZdFQkI/s400/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049167954132023282" border="0" /></a><!--[endif]--></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The train journey back home (Chennai not <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">California</st1:place></st1:state> this time) was a blast as we encountered colorful personalities ( Transvestites/ ‘Ombodhus’-9 in Tamil) as we passed AP. Raja had a bad experience with them earlier so as soon as he spotted a trio he ran and locked himself in the toilet for 5 mins. They came and asked me for cash told them in<span style=""> </span>my most polished English to GTFO off my face and they cursed me with 7 years of bad luck. (Ironically today was the last day of the 3 year curse I had from a midget in the Jumbo Circus who I did not wave to after he was shot out off a cannon. Damn 1 curse lifted and lo comes another…!) We (I and Prashanth G) in fact let Raja wait in the bathroom for an extra 2 minutes<span style=""> </span>;p He thought he had the last laugh when they returned and he had to pay up five big ones to satisfy their collections..lol it was a sight I’d never forget in a hurry..As usual Murphys law would apply to us and our train was delayed in a No-Mans-Land station for over 2 hours (The most technologically advanced thing in that station was a modified analog watch whose hour hand outpaced the second hand). Finally we reached at 8:00 am and left for home..</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The second semester for me personally has been the best 5 odd months of my life. Summer Placements for juniors , Admissions Drive(went home), placements for seniors where me with the help of hospitality girls earned back 10% of the investment here and last but definitely not the least in any sense, our cultural fest Neev, (the foundation..in more than 1 way for me ;p ) . </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">D-Hostel had a lot of special memories for me…my 1<sup>st</sup> home away from home, great neighbors in all the directions (Roy’s /Aravind’s/Prashanth’s), the midnight birthday bashes(random beating, roomie beating and bakra beating), the TT & TV room, the Nepalese-Guys run Canteen (who scoffed at me saying he has SAARC & u, India can't even qualify for the super 8, wondered if I should be stunned at his GK levels or die in ignominy of shame of India’s Cricketing skills ) who made the best <b style=""><i style="">pyass paratas</i></b> (Im assuming these were good I don’t have<span style=""> </span>a benchmark I’ve never eaten it before) , the walks to the same canteen on nights where you don’t need even feel hungry but just want to hang with friends in the cool zephyr at 3 am, <span style=""> </span>the basket ball & Volley ball court, the laundry room where I 1<sup>st</sup> heard my favorite song ‘<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ehd-HNcjRes"><i style="">kya muje pyar hain</i></a>’ the mess which served the worst food but by the most friendly mess guys. U rock dudes. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>The rooms of D-hostel might be barren, but the corridors of the same will be always <span style=""> </span>filled with the wonderful <span style=""> </span>memories that the we had the last 10 months..</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dedicated to: All the guys @ D-hostel, and special callout to <a href="http://www.scmhrd.edu/placements/plc_profiles_jr.aspx">Khaitan G</a> (scroll down to see a clown decked up in<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> orange!</span>). Thanks Man, great knowing you..U made IInd sem what It is for me...…I owe you big time for you know what..;p</p><p class="MsoNormal">PS: We will get that Venezuela report published at McCkinsey ;)<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT LANGUAGE="Javascript" TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.tag-board.com/tagboard.js?boardname=pawner125"></SCRIPT>
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I was advised by my knowledgeable friend Prashanth G to ‘dress’ up for the occasion, so wore my trusty jeans that according to the tag on it:<br /><br /><ul><li>Had survived 1000 tons of high speed sand blasting.</li><li>Shrugged of extreme heat/cold @ the sahara & Tundra respectively.</li><li>Been rolled over a million times by a Mahindra and Mahindra "MONSTER DX" Road Roller</li></ul><div align="left">But I guess there is one test they had not conducted, that’s a Mob that hates your guts. Added to that a Sales and Distribution Exam the next day was all they needed..they all got a big kick out of it.. and my poor butt had to bear the brunt.. At 00:00 hours, I could see myself being slowly led into the corridor like a man headed to the gallows..<br /><br /><strong><em>I’ll let the pictures to the talking now..</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /><em>1)<strong>A Pack of Dabur Real Juice dumped on me..It was all over me, I tried to have a few gulps of the same along the way , did not taste all that good, I found out later it was a month old..</strong></em><br /><br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037232684646310882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNsMcJqxNPwDQpKTq2iwXxR0gPJpA1-J7ct8HnMn1XUBVy6HoAcn7n5Koy-qix_1ZGdBq9eiP9qbfkmlCdsl7XezkhyphenhyphenexqRXgBOQpzlF0jF133frK9qrSiZjx9DKuKLwmqTTk4/s400/New+Picture.png" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>2)Vanilla Cake+Juice = Not the best dessert combination</em><br /></strong><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037233127027942402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5T-cTUhxwpvcNQzsxgnF5ub7mZf63m2J3gIaEBEXj2ZUYd9UqKIJa80LRhbNvafeI2sviBx1rl3E1_jT-_Re2MaPx4Dq0ydocFiAlIw4RxgSNwebaSeMUG7nNpXGhRduaQRWA/s400/New+Picture+(1).png" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>3)The Mob displaying their proud work of Art..<br /></div></em></strong><br /><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037233749798200338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDip3IpNzBGQw-g3opUt0MJq1ThyphenhyphenCVKQvSbzG7b3CLBqfLlHSV4-pO0es1rjXd6tSDOPRqwQKPL9Rbuoa_9Iv8wWzerXXKSSVskoheQ3chzV7dHQdxjGKhMWWP2pnmdgtZ0GFL/s400/New+Picture+(1).png" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><em><strong>4)My Bday cake, courtesy Prashanth G ( ‘REC/Nancy Boy ’ is how he is referred to here)</strong></em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037234119165387810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCHcskTwZaAQoF0bsxWA13O8ziR23W5njVVBKbGQBmHZL3-qlLouOf7gUbkQ7mbtFKiawUNDzK35DQpbuKScuujyHp8zKxkfBqPpiw_djlIAcUhbgOEzBP1o6741K9OpX1Oh7S/s400/New+Picture+(2).png" border="0" /><br /><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037234295259046962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkpIMRf-3SLOAAwL_vZPaiUqEBSIZFMgH0ST_fRc257hlssQjtGTPd2DdcSVmM4ri7m2R-k-7o-RFI8UYUa7_cBOyY0nO-4JHqb-TzKJWl2dNL4C4AujlD6YzLl3jqIpqNwlQ/s400/New+Picture+(3).png" border="0" /></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>After the frenzy, had to get cleaned up so stepped into the bathroom when Sachin(Our official Birthday photographer) decided that the world needed to see a bit more of me..</p><p></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em>Stage Fear..at first..</em></strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></p><br /><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037234862194730050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo98g3pqO4H5B3izT7BJ1pctL5ANKuBwJ2R71u51l8rmmqI4NzoCphuGU-1pnyvt9G2tQKNdGn7_-bqHlr_pObFB4qpRapAXvbHpzCCqyPTAGZ_RHq72q6PaEnq3d8Tdn_a31I/s400/New+Picture.png" border="0" /></p><br /><p></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em>To..Ok..maybe just one for the shutterbugs….</em></strong></span></p><p align="center"><em></em></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037235300281394258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxaT23wB-QQzeVh_q8tie3F3vPOcETAwE4iNg5GFf_IYEDdzkE8d7St3qJVCskucdgB2wKPFoFSgc_WBA-CJD3_izGjalC6CINNT6iQ96VOStLcdNM7sUJcBUqXdm2X2hyr1Rv/s400/New+Picture+(1).png" border="0" /></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">…To finally, shedding more than just camera shyness ;) Yea, maybe my underwear hanging in the background isn’t the best value addition.. But my awesome physique should make sure your eyes don’t wander anywhere else.. </span></em></strong></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></p><p></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037235819972437090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sJRYUwoSfrB_F5EYDwRhCgLXm7fy0yp9udi38ZuC1RReLeE8tz-57UtPzP0pu1sganSxnPIRFlzx0pRsrAvoumvUn49U2u8e4gbh8UXnYJ_QN7zdOEi7mu1V8O2Wy6lOJajO/s400/New+Picture+(2).png" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><em>OK..temporary stop to the picture madness..</em><br /><br />At 8:00 am left for <a href="http://sibmtranscend.com">SIBM for our Perfetti Market Research</a> finals and ended up 3rd finally..and we did not even get a participant cert L Added to the fact that we were just given about 7 minutes for our presentation while the rest got the standard 20 minutes made the grapes even sourer! Ah well I guess we had to drown our sorrows in some very delectable sambhar-vada and eye the nattily dressed babes there ;p<br /><br /><br />Back to the college campus for the ‘official’ cake cutting and got my 2nd set of Birthday bumps in front of the cafeteria and two more lovely buckets of ice cold water thrown on me at 11:30 at night! Spent about an hour on campus, which turned out to be the best part of my entire day ;) and made sure that it was probably the most memorable birthday I’ve had.. The next day me and my quizzer buddy managed to win 4k in cash and a reliance internet data card (another 4k) in an in house held <a href="http://scmhrd.edu">SCMHRD Entrepreneurship quiz </a>Man..did I need that money bad or what!<br /><br /><p>I now am more motivated to participate in B school events, what ever it is from watching paint dry to if the food made by the dudes in the mess are really employed by Tammanna or if they are really former chefs at Tihar Jail… It used to be just for me, the cash, the certificates, the name..but it seems that they have become secondary now..I have become secondary to myself…#1 is occupied, not by me though.…</p><p><br /><em>Ok couldn’t help myself....</em></p><p><em></em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>6 months ago… </strong></span><br /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037236842174653554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafxuXDEpaJd4b_m5USEWbExL5FbiV46ovq5mb-zki3izE_WTurmlw70ls2lBQ9rWOYy6W_Ioj4XKzmV0lqWJE8F1ZqgnbxfksouCygTmOsQ98viNP8C6_bEAVQAXaw5hWuHkE/s400/New+Picture+(3).png" border="0" /></p><br /><p></p><br /><p align="center">And Now..</p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037237555139224706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVTp8MnM2H4e_dLLYsHbKogIiI10fHNw_i9g2Hx8bixV9B8VZGwkH8xhpwGa-jBGJZ_AdWj_kQWWg044eh5hrrZcABJgXeiTyc3sIvnnAn29r1anQv9KzCKaJlaexvHgEP_H5/s400/New+Picture+(2).png" border="0" /></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p><em><a href="http://atkins.com">Atkins</a>/VLCC etc, I’m feeling benevolent so here I reveal to you the secrets of my transformation*..</em><br /></p><ul><li>Bad Food</li><li>Really bad food</li><li>No time to eat the bad food</li><li>No time to buy good food</li><li>No money to buy good food</li><li>No time to eat what good food I could buy</li><li>Girl(s)<br /></li></ul><p><em>*Not in any particular order….Interestingly have you read C.K.Prahalad’s bestselling book, fortune at the bottom of the pyramid? </em></p><p><em>PS: My apologies to anyone offended my pictures..My target audience are undertakers, girls over the age 18 and straight males. </em></p><p><em></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT LANGUAGE="Javascript" TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.tag-board.com/tagboard.js?boardname=pawner125"></SCRIPT>
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You will not even be on quiz to collect the same.<br /><br /><strong>Quiz’s Law:</strong> When on quiz for a quiz in front of the home crowd for a quiz, you will be in the worst of forms.<br /><br /><strong>Extension of Quiz’s Law:</strong> When the home crowd leaves after seeing you have no chance is when you make the comeback of the decade.<br /><br /><strong>Hyper Extension of Quiz’s Law:</strong> The prize you win after your remarkable comeback will include tea bags, masala packs, salt and pepper shakers, two useless books. Anyone who participated in the prelims would also get the same certificate as you got. And your name would be spelt wrong.<br /><br /><strong>Knowledge's Law:</strong> You will be a stud in the subject which you have never studied your whole life which you will never use. But your specialization+ background+summers subject you will need assistance from someone who has heard of it the 1st time in his life. And he will end up getting more marks than you.<br /><br /><strong>SMS's Law:</strong> When you are expecting a message at 1 am in the morning from someone special it will be from the Airtel operator telling you that the if you don’t recharge you will die in 3 days.<br /><br /><strong>Excel's Law:</strong> When you think you finally master a function after 20 minutes of hair tearing and cursing , you discover that it was probably voted “Most Useless Function of the year 2006” by Exceltip.com –<br /><br />Example - NEGBINOMDIST: (Returns the negative binomial distribution. NEGBINOMDIST returns the probability that there will be number-f failures before the number-s’th success, when the constant probability of a success is probability-s.)<br /><br /><strong>Anonymous' Law:</strong> When you want to remain hidden when you are with someone else is when the biggest loudmouth will see you and make sure that everyone knows what is going on between the both of you.<br /><br /><strong>Power's Law:</strong> The one day when you bring your laptop to college for official work, you get this plan to goof off by writing blogs such as this is when you realize that it is only 30% charged and you have a good 6 hours of class left.<br /><br /><strong>Extension of Power's Law:</strong> You would have forgotten to get the LAN cable and the charger does not work and as you try to update your 2 year old antivirus using a fake serial key, you get a message that the key was already used by some wise guy in North Slovenia.<br /><br /><strong>Study's Law:</strong> Your friend who you decided to team up with to study accounts a week before the big exam will have the busiest week of his life and will turn up at 12:00 at night your door with a sheepish smile when you are just ready to hit the sack or have another agenda lined up.<br /><br /><strong>Hindi Song's Law:</strong> The one hindi song which you listen to everywhere- the laundry room, at a hotel, on the radio which really rocks and you want to get it desperately. Then you realize that when you ask your friend to give you the song, one of this will happen- You forget, you can’t sing or he himself has not heard of it. <em>( I did manage to finally get it(thanks Matsye!, its ‘Kya mujhe Pyar hain-remix’ from Woh Lamhe, which ironically does not feature a song called Woh Lambhe, another movie..yea I don’t get it too!.)<br /></em><br /><strong>Free Class's Law:</strong> Out of the III divisions A/B/C/ , your division will be the lot who get a 2 hour class free in between two classes. So unlike the other divisions, one set can get up late the other will leave early whilst you are battling what to do in the 2 hour gap. 2 hours are the worst time period, you don’t know if it’s long enough to go back to the hostel or small enough a period to sleep in an empty library cubicle.<br /><br /><strong>Fine List's Law:</strong> The one time you feel reckless and bunk a guest lecture/batch meet you see that your name heads the fine list (rs 500, up from 200).<br /><br /><strong>Door’s Law:</strong> Just when you snuggle into your blankets with the lights off ready to sleep , you will hear a knock on your door, its your neighbor who wants to chit chat. (Worse case scenarios include the paper guy, Sharath and Somnath(the cleaner guys)<br /><br /><strong>Extension of Door’s Law:</strong> Your bed will lie the closest to the door and when there is someone at the door, it will be you who always has to do get it. Your roommate will pretend to snore at a volume at that time.<br /><br /><strong>Keys' Law:</strong> The one time you return earlier to the hostel than your roommate is the time you forgot your keys.<br /><br /><strong>Water's Law:</strong> You will feel thirsty only when your water bottle is empty but when it is full you won’t take a drop of the same.<br /><br /><strong>Mess' Law:</strong> The one day when dinner is good at the college mess is when you will be out in the city<br /><br /><strong>Extension of the Mess' Law:</strong> You will never miss the other 6 days’ dinner.<br /><br /><strong>Life’s Law:</strong> The girl you are after will be the one every second guy is after.<br /><br /><strong>Blog’s Law:</strong> The blog which you think was the best would be completely ignored but the worst blog would be the cynosure of all eyes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT LANGUAGE="Javascript" TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.tag-board.com/tagboard.js?boardname=pawner125"></SCRIPT>
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During the Interview with the Prof, I told just 3 reasons why I should be selected among the rest of the jokers applying to Chennai: 1) Im an alumna of Loyola College(prime hunting ground). 2) I go by the alais of vahgar in pagalguy.com(over 1200+ posts with 2 years of understating the entire student mindset across India..yea even I don’t believe that). 3) I *cough* have made it through *every* Group Discussion/Interview I’ve sat for in summers which speaks for my *ahem* uber cool communication skills *cough*<br /><br />Finally after the interview which I thought had gone well, I got news a week later that I infact did not figure in the Chennai list and was in fact in the Bangalore list! Through a little family/friend sentiment I managed to swap[Thanks Aravind!] with 1 of the Chennai bound guys(he too was a Loyolite,- Clinton – owe you big man!. ) and finally managed to officially be on the Chennai drive with my partner Madumita. We from now onwards will refer to Madumita & Your’s Truly(yea that’s me who else did u think, Santa Claus?!)<br /><br />We then entered the vaunted admissions room everyday to fix up appointments with colleges and MBA prep inst’s in Chennai. The biggest kick we got out of this was the fact that we could bunk classes which normally resemble some ancient forms of Chinese Torture (for instance its’ like listening to a leaky tap in a silent room when you are trying to sleep). There was a lot of learning that took place (seriously) and understood the difficulty of the organizing the entire admission drive. It was like watching a one armed fat guy do 100 push ups . We booked our flight tickets too early and eventully had to cancel them cause we were not making any progress with conforming our targets! Then finally though a bit of smooth talking and 3rd degree harassament we managed to get ‘em all fixed. So after 5 classes & 3 GL’s whose pleasure I missed, the magical dates of December 10th to December 15th. We were going HOME!!<br /> <br /><em><br /><strong>The Exodus</strong></em><br /><br /><strong>December 10th<br /></strong><br />I went to book tickets for the Pune Mumbai at 4 ish that afternoon when I got the shock of my life that all tickets were sold out and the only one left was at 12:45 that afternoon and my watched showed 11:00. Booked, Called,Packed,Departed in the blink of an eye with hasty good byes. We reached the chowk where we had to take the Bus from Pune to Mumbai that afternoon and then we realized we were famished and settled to have *any* food *any* where. We ate pakoras in a small vada pav place which both of us certified that for 16 Rs, this guys’ shop if it goes public would be the next google. The food was simply scrumptious and we ravaged on it like a pair of malnourished sudan refugees. Finally we boarded the bus, which ran like a well oiled Benz, smooth as silk. To kill the 3 hours, we got out our laptops(this is something you will see a lot about..) and started playing monopoly. After 20 minutes I realized that I was on the verge of bankruptcy and she was rolling in the green. As I was planning my master stroke that would turn the tables *Luckily* for her I told her my laptop was out of power..*cough*. She asked me to save the game just in case….and woops alt+f4ed it a bit to early. Reached Santa Cruz ,Mumbai at 4:00 for our flight at 9:30 that night! The sweet talking doll at the Jet counter convinced us to take the 5:30 flight to Chennai…for a small transfer charge of 650/-. She was the 1st to cave and then I did too next.<br /><br />The flight was quite an experience with Jet really trying to justify the rip off you have been a victim of. The 1st of the ‘refreshments’ was a glass of Lime/Orange juice which as my hand tentatively tried to reach for, when the flashback of flying Deccan Air where a glass of water would set you back 20 big ones when Madhumita almost as if reading my mind nodded that it was all built into the tab! Dinner was then served, was quite pleasing to the eye but was warned that looks are always deceptive & that like 6 sigma thing when it comes to airplane food. But this time the error was on our side, the panner/samosa/cold potato chat was quite delectable. I kept looking at the guy’s dinner plate next to me, he never even touched the panner cubes. Normally I would do something crazy but due to certain constraints (something about socially unacceptable behaviour..-.-) and thus, was forced to ignore it. The tea and coffee was the icing on the cake, the powder/milk mixed in perfect proportion thanks to the fair lady ;) Can we ask for seconds? Maybe Ill have the courage to find out next time. Filled and handed out the in flight quiz contest to the airhostess (she was expecting the feedback form, sorry babes). Landed at Chennai, we saw our luggage at the conveyer belt about to go for the next round when we like hero/ines jumped JIT to save them! Walked out and saw Amma and Appa(so damn happy after 6 months in this prison to be free!) and braced myself for the shocked look in their eyes. They looked like they had been hit with a lead pipe and I convinced them that its really their 21 year old 92 to 68 kg in 3 months boy :p. Folks and me went to have dinner at Palimer, ate the biggest paper roast that could fit the damn table with vada sambhar and finished it off with a chocolate dessert. Yummy!<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Ad-Mission</em><br /><br />Day I</strong><br /><br /> Our 1st target was WCC had to be formal with tie etc and she came in the official college Saree. As we walked into the college, with our laptops we made quite an impression I must say..What made the impression I leave your fertile imaginations ;) I felt kinda odd waiting in the auditorium to give the presentation with an all girl audience and things got worse when I accidentally spilled water on my pants -.- and had to desperately use the tie to cover up the faux pas. Luckily we started off the presentation at that time and hope fully the audience was paying attention to what we were saying. Went of very well and then our next stop was IMS that evening. We were in our NEEV T shirts to make the session more informal. The session was good, fielded lot of bouncers and what we couldn’t the buck was passed to the email as shown in the last slide ;)<br /><br /><br /><strong>Day II</strong><br /><br />Red letter day for me, going to my alma matter Loyola College. A lot of infrastructural changes, was heartening to see. Went met the librarian guy who for my entire IIIrd year saw me spend endless hours over the CAT material they had. He was quite glad to see that I finally got into a B school! Nice to meet the profs that really helped me shape up and they were glad someone from my worthless batch had made it this far in life! We did a double session there and then headed to CL. We gave an exclusive presentation to the head honcho there who was patient enough to listen to our drivel. So a good day overall, 3 centers done!<br /><br />Met my friends Sriram[TIME Gd’s] ,Hemant[My cat pardner for 2 years at fellow loyolite], Ashwin and Priyankar, two very close friends from school Im meeting after 7 years..caught up on lot of gossip J<br /><br /><strong>Day III</strong><br /><br />The big day for us, Career Forum was hosting an open for all session across Chennai so we ‘dressed’ for the occasion ;p. I shouldn’t say this (lowers the trumpet) but we really rose to the occasion, speaking required jazz on every alternate slide..it was poetry in motion for 2 hours! We got great feedback from the students and even the councilor there told us no institute was this good when they gave their canned junk.<br /><br /><em><strong>Train To Pune</strong></em><br /><br />Well, all good things have to come to an end and finally we boarded the train back to SCMHRD at 7:00 am. Carried a hell of a lot of stuff from home (food to appease the ravage savages dwelling in the hostel rooms). We got two upper berths, put all the junk in one of them berths and used the other berth for gossiping and general social loafing :P<br />Take a tip from me, shoes are not a good idead on a 24 hr train journey and even if you are wearing shoes, have a pair of trusty bata hawai slippers which slipped my mind. The reason I make this pertinent observation is that in such cold weather and with intake of so much H20, your kidney will keep troubling you. And barefoot is a complete no-no in such a hygienically maintained train. And you don’t have the patience or time to put on your shoes when the kidney is working overtime. So you need some sort of protection for your feet. I managed to solve the problem but raised a few eyebrows and weird stares from my fellow co passengers and even the TT(wondered if my kind should be eligible for a ticket in the 1st place). What I did I leave it to your imagination or you can always check out the photographic evidence in Madtumita’s mobile…I wish to comment no more on such a sensitive issue.<br /><br />There was a 10 year old Australian kid who kept being a kabab mein hadd(hope I used it right)i climbing the berths and playing the monkey,telling me the computer games he plays. Huh..its ironic how kids sense that Im a gaming freak too?! Man what is with kids and trains/movie theaters/weddings? They cant shut the hell up and are too dumb to take a hint! Then tried to get 40 winks after a hearty lunch of Amma’s curd & lemon rice. But then I realized that that kid got a tennis ball kept bouncing it up and down the floor ( he found an equally annoying kid of 8 to team up and teak me ou] counting from 1 to 160 and prayed he forgot his numerical after that[he made it to 256 and then the motor stopped]. Tried to sleep then realized that that kid is a professional and way outta my league, so got up once and for all. As murphys law would have it, he decided to start playing cards with his folks in a quiet corner in a demure gentlemanly Casino Royale way maintaining a poker face and shutting up for once -.-<br /><br />We continued where we left off and time just passed and before we knew it we at our destination. We had to kill time so waited in the..well waiting room. It consisted of 20 sleeping/dead bodies, dreamy tired overnight travelers snoozing away in the chairs , and the rest of the common folk waiting to catch the next train or getting ready for a job interview making ample use of the Carlton Ritz Bathroom facilities. Not the best of places to hang out as men express themselves in their most primal form which can intimidate even a seasoned traveler such as I and naturally it positively revolted her ;p Finally we flagged a taxi and reached our final respective destinations…<br /><br />We have an official tag line for SCMHRD: ‘The journey is the reward…’. I can vouch for that now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT LANGUAGE="Javascript" TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.tag-board.com/tagboard.js?boardname=pawner125"></SCRIPT>
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