Sunday, August 26, 2007

TIME and Tide wait for bakras

TIME = CAT coaching institute

Tide= FMCG, fancy category for a washing powder company!

Is an MBA worth it? Its a difficult question to answer, not because a number of non-quantifiable parameters have to be evaluated, but because i happen to be studying for one!, its pretty hard to say "Yes" and keep a straight face. Anyway, i spent around eight, nine months studying for CAT, and ended up getting an admit through JMET.

Every institute has its own strengths and weaknesses, but from within the college, you can see only the bad parts. Call it myopia, selective perception, whatever. The only thing that you are taught here is to prepare for the long hours at work. Staring at laptop screens. Checking out the HR babes, or in my case assuming all the hot chicks would take HR (gives you a chauvinistic ego boost, we tend to think HR is not "brain-work", when in fact, nothing is!).

The long hours spent discussing case-studies from HBR will teach you to take when and how to take breaks, get other people to pay for your smokes, and sip tea for an hour after it has gone cold etc. This may sound pathetic, but these are the skills that will actually be required in the industry.

Getting back to FMCG. Fast Moving Consumer Goods companies require you to do one thing, move their consumer goods as fast as possible. And glib talkers are preferred. MBA or not. Anyway im too bored to continue, and i have a party to attend, and three assignments after that, so ciao.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Survived a physical assault

Today i am glad to be alive. I was kicked and punched by two (large?) females ;) strengthened by a rossogolla diet (amcedp, where else?). Dont look at my "chicks in iit" post, you will not find their names there ;)

Sunday, August 19, 2007

On Dat, Dis is

When the last French Knight was skewered on the last English Pike, and a little later when the Duke of Wellington watered in Napoleon's loo, it became quite clear what language would be spoken in the Civilized World (the Commonwealth, i'm not getting started on America). The poor Queen became the representative of an entire language, the Duke of Edinburgh nodding at her side.

Then came SMS, and later Orkut and ruined eight centuries of accumulated linguistic learning. What is this with dat, dis and wat?. Its just two extra characters, the typing comes with experience. There's hardly any extra effort, the fingers just fly across the key board and do all the work, no cerebral interference required.

The flow is totally ruined when you are reading something serious and a dis pops up somewhere in the middle, the seriousness is lost and you end up not selling your quota of soap, washing powder or whatever an MBA is supposed to sell.

In conclusion, neva use contrctins wen u can typ d hole word. It pisses me off

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Another One

Why am i writing another one?.. Its easiest to write when your mind is blank, as mine is now. I have to discuss a silly case study at 10 am tomorrow, something about a fictitious coal washeries company. Its like in Swami and friends. Whenever the issue of conflict came up between the Finance and Operations departments, the only thing i can think of is what they had for breakfast that morning. Apparently the contents of a breakfast directly determine your mood that day.

This theory proposed by Douglas Adams, not related to the Addams family, was based on a eon long study in the AlephNought-Donut XXB planet of the Sol-Ution star system. The entire population of the planet was subjected to varying amounts of corn-flakes and bread in the morning, them being substitute products (clap, cheer.. micro-economics baby), and drenched in a milk, uranium colloid. This made the inhabitants extremely strong and early risers. A parallel breakfast of worms also began to be served (early birds get worms) and the supply of these was contracted to a firm in bangalore. Bangalore had very little place to grow worms, so it was sub-contracted to New York City, that had ample wasteland next to Times-Square.

As earth-worms are beneficial to agriculture, apple cultivation was badly hit in NY City, big apples from Washington beat the big apples from Big Apple in a farm fair held in the Rose Garden, this rudely shocked the red and black and brown-necked people from the Divided States of America (Version 4.1, Die a Little Harder). A war was declared on AlephNought-Donut XXB, In which the Divided States claimed victory, before the first paper-kites were launched against the planet, forty-two light years away.

If it takes so much time for light to reach there, it'll take paper kites longer. So, be patient and wait for further posts. Will keep you informed.

Chicks in IIT

My last post (see below) had too many punctuation marks. Avoiding commas is the most difificult thing for me to do, see? Damn, two popped up, and i couldn't stop them. Three. And a three full-stops, a question mark is a full-stop too (did you know? ) . Its hard when you have to analyse a changing system, especially from within the system. Thats why its hard for us to analyse the brain, when does analysis end and mirroring start?. Why the hell is all this is a post titled "Chicks in IIT"?

I have no idea.

The last three days have been extremely eventful. I fell of a bicycle (yes, a bicycle) and got a nurse to play seamstress on my chin. And the bloddy wound doesn't seem to dry :( . This brought an unexpected "advantage" to me. Sympathy. As much as i hate to admit it, girls seem to take special interest in the sick and the miserable. Its a good thing (thanks for the coconuts and juice, megha and vandy!) but to a quiet guy like me, its a little off-putting. Disconcerting is too strong a word.

And girls i've never spoken to, told me that they wouldn't mind having me around in this world for another couple of years (thats how long it'll take me to get an MBA, hopefully) . All this for a scratch on the chin.

What about chicks in IIT?.. not yet, patience.

Patients , in BC Roy Tech Hospital: I went to a doc a few days ago, and related in tragic detail a blow-by-blow account of my "accident", at the end of which she said "So?". I was shocked, here is a guy, with a huge cotton pad strapped to the chin, so obviously miserable, and all the doc manages to say is "So?". There are some questions to which answers dont exist, or are too apparent to be verbalized.

As i sat there is shocked incomprehension, the doc pitying the obvious lack of clarity of thought, wrote three incomprehensible lines on paper. These lines had certain numbers at the end, a circled two and a bold three, and other permutations of numbers under four. The dispenser gave me three types of tablets and muttered complicated instructions in bengali.

the dressing fell out the same day, and i bought my own gauze and tape and fixed myself. About the chicks, yeah they are surprisingly cute.

Friday, August 3, 2007

FirstPage

Since everyone i know, including the idiots, have their own blogs,i decided to jump in the fray. I am just another normal guy, and will certainly attempt to bore you with the details of my meaningless life just like anyone else. All our lives seem to be open books, finding people to read them is the challenge. Gutenberg fucked up a few hundred years ago, and so instead of grazing cattle in a healthy atmosphere, we lead over-extended lives in air-conditioned rooms, writing html code for sites very few people will ever care to read (Java and J2EE too, harder, but just as sad).

Anyway, this open book of mine, with my philosophically pessimistic BS will be eminently unreadable. Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.

Getting back to analysing why people write blogs.. is it a sense of insecurity? People spend their entire lives looking for fame and money. Money is easy to come-by now, with exorbitant unsustainable salaries being the norm. But fame is another thing, charging at machine-gun nests, hoisting flags in little islands (US marines, in hawaii) is the thing of the last generation. This Generation X, or Y or whatever letter of the alphabet which is in vogue now, will have little opportunity for conflict. Whatever wars that are fought will be with weapons of mass destruction, with computers flying the darts to the intended location. So the captain on the field can only do so much when he says "charge" and gets shot up badly. Such easy ways to glory are closed to us, so in an attempt to show that our little lives can make a difference we write blogs. Putting addresses in gtalk status lines, orkut profiles etc.

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