No Questions Asked

Yanni said it was important to love one another. Said it was important to at least learn to tolerate each other so we could live in peace. It so happens some people don't even want to see your face and you end up wondering what you are worth after oh so many years of a sort of peaceful co-existence in civilization. Are you that bad an animal if you're so utterly incapable of some decent friends. But then there's the ideology that it's the 'type' of friends you make and not the number. Couldn't have agreed more right at this very moment. What else can explain being surrounded by animosities. You find yourself standing at the altar and being told you have mortally wounded someone to the heart while you have just claimed that person is inert to all feeling originating from you. You have tried laughing. That worked a while. You tried crying. That ended a mess. Actually not so much a mess because you have heard that person say it is not something he would like to see. You are gently touched by that one utterance. You begin to think it wasn't so bad an idea after all. Then you begin introspecting together. And bang! There she blows. You speak the truth, no one wants to listen. You suffer constant bouts of self doubts and insecurities as it already was. Now you are just subject to more such taunting feelings. You feel like a wreck. You are not satisfied with what you find yourself doing. What is it that you would rather want to do. You have long forgotten those secret urges of self exhibitionism; you're not in touch with that 'you' anymore. You don't know what you want. You don't know what you can or can not. You end up wondering was this all just anther ride; just another experience to shatter you. For that matter, aren't you already shattered? What is left of you, can it be shattered. What is it that you are exactly going through. You only feel the impact of it. You don't quite understand what has happened to you. What you have felt. What you ought to have felt perhaps. All you are left with are wreckages of something that probably was, or was it? You don't know anything anymore. You just sit and wonder. You sit and wonder, if you have a point to make. If you're really on your way to proving something. If you're really on the road to somewhere and not bound to a hypothetical la la land. What is the point in question here. Is it an analysis cum step by step guide to what you felt as you kept going in, into whatever 'that' was or wasn't. Is it a handbook on such rides. If it was a handbook, what are the rules. Do we play by any. Should we play by any. What a muse..

Another Hullabaloo to No Avail

Welcome 2008 and what is the first news item greeting us? - Rape of 2 women in the country's safest city for women. Splendid beginning, what say? The media persons are on a roll about it and cant seem to get enough. Who can blame them, they need their bread too. Okay. So another disaster to the womenfolk. Another indication of ironical regression of a sense of security to a woman in a world thats supposed to be developing at a dizzying pace. And you have the usual mindless comments from political bigwigs - What were they doing at that time of the night outside the safe precincts of their homes? - Why were they dressed the way they were? - Why were they drinking? - Couldn't they help themselves out? - Couldn't they scream out for help?

One. If a woman has no security on the roads of her own country at an hour when celebrations are going on, I don't see the logic behind her being secure amidst four walls. If people can get away with saying this now, there WILL come a day when they'll say four walls are not sufficient. A Woman needs to be safely stashed away in an iron locker. Are we to be caged for the lack of moral strain in a increasingly male dominated society? Is celebration at a midnight hour when the whole world is celebration not for a Woman because she is a woman?

Two. What the ruddy hell of a difference does a dress make? We have all heard of assaults on women all through, irrespective of the dresses they sported - be it a salwar, saree, burqa, jeans or skirts. A woman, no matter what she wears, is just that, a WOMAN, an object of carnal infliction for an imbalanced male mind.

Three. We talk increasingly of a changing and developing world. Of being a Cosmopolitan society. Of changes and developments happening at every blink. We, being a part of that globalisation, owing to our multi cultural and secular composition, have varied reactions to this globalisation. We are a set of people with different and vastly differing opinions, on all of what is happening in and around us. So how on earth can people imagine a thunderingly singular opinion on ways of chilling out, excuse the juvenile expression, relaxing? Drinking is to some as a cola would be to others. To each his own. Who are you to sit on judgment?

Forget the whole idea of it being a woman at the victim's end, for a minute. Imagine a guy, stranded in a lonely bus stop at an ungodly hour, after say, a day's work, and waiting to get back home. He's spotted by a band of, say 10 odd men, hooligans, if I may say so, who see an opportunity of looting the guy, without much resistance from him. And so they make their move. Unless this was a scene from a typical bollywood or telugu movie, I see no bloody way, the guy would be able to help himself out of this, even if he ran for all he was worth. The chances are slim. Then HOW on earth should a woman, scientifically proven to be physically, relatively less endowed, when pitched against "70" odd men, help herself? She should do a Michelle Yeoh, I suppose? Though I can't really imagine how that'll help, unless perhaps coupled with a PT.Usha.


I don't believe this. Two women are molested. In public. On a day of Universal revelry and celebration. No sympathies are extended to their states of mind. The degrading moral fiber of the society is not introspected upon. The people responsible for this have not all been brought under focus. And here we are, trying to defend our stance, for being women and for our dresses??!! GOD SAVE THIS DEMOCRATIC, SECULAR, DEVELOPING COUNTRY.

MBA Bandwagon Ahoy!!

Would wonders never cease? Its management here, management there, management everywhere. Every other Tom, Dick and Harry I come across every other day is either into, or contemplating an MBA or its equivalent. What does all this hype boil down to? A realization of how inadequate and unarmed we are, to manage our respective lives and careers? Our incapability of honor and commitment to a priorly chosen field? A dying pang to blend in with the rest? A sheer materialistic craving? - Which of these is driving our nation's youngsters to incessantly dream, money eyed, of an MBA at an premier institution and a plush office surroundings where they sit and manage somebody else's affairs! Irony of ironies? I couldn't agree more. Management is an art and a science, I read, in my very first class on that subject. Indeed. It is the science of managing people, places, situations, objects and all other such imaginables, artistically. Excuse the romanticism. Management Training, is a good thing. Its perhaps the best thing that can happen to a nation grappling with the pace at which the world's economies are progressing (or regressing) and their respective currencies are changing hands. And seeing where our professionals from the various segments and sectors are elemental and instrumental in these transactions, it is indeed important they understand how they're affecting the economy and are in turn being affected by it, to understand where they stand, in the circle, the chain. More than just that. Ethically speaking, a thorough and exhaustive and morally complete management training should equip these professionals with the knowledge of the significance and underlying potential of their respective professions to the nation. It should aid them at managing their primary careers efficiently and capitalize on their technical abilities, using their newly acquired managerial skills, to add more value, to their profession, and to the nation as a whole, subsequently. But what do we see happening? An engineer graduating from a premier institute, in engineering, sitting through a management course and landing himself a job in managing some so-and-so's finances. A doctor, spending some six odd years of his life for an ambitionhe nurtured since his early years, of healing people, sitting for management training. And consulting an MNC on revamping their strategic approaches! What is the world coming to?

In today's fast paced society, a multiple skill set is increasingly becoming a pressing prerequisite. Multi tasking is the need of the hour. It is important for us to be able to fit into multiple hats and portray those respectively requisite multiple skill sets and fit into our roles seamlessly. Agreed. But what is the justification for giving up a passion that was dreamt of, envisioned, struggled for, for years on end, for the pursuit of a relatively more materialistically comfortable living. A good bargain, is this? Isn't this perpetuation of materialism under the facade of multiple skill set acquisition? The very ideas of commitment and passion seem drab and fall flat against such shifty preferences of an indecisive youth. Then how is work ethic gaged, in this setting.

These people religiously tread in the norms laid by their former generations with a scientifically inclined zeitgeist. They manage to fulfill someone's ambitions for them. And then, halfway through something somewhere strikes them that they are not doing what they would have perhaps chosen to do, under a different set of independent circumstances. Independent in it, that they remain unhindered by anybody's opinion but the decision maker's. Then is a Management course really an eye opener, catering to one's introspective needs of assessment of self worth and one's natural inclination? Is this the right means? Who can answer..

Here ends Another Day..

So, another day has come to its close. And how close are we to our respective goals, ambitions, targets etcetera? Ahem.. Next question please! Lolsss... So people. Another day's past. Today seemed to have passed me by pretty quickly, for more reasons than one. Starting with the first reason, I woke up around a little past one in the afternoon.. He he. Well, I did go attend my cat class in the morning. After such an extracting morning, sone ka break toh bantha hai jaani.. He he. Ok, jokes apart (say, why do they use that expression? Lets diagnose that later. For now..) the second reason today seemed to have passed me by so soon was becuase I managed to hit upon some really sweet and some really interesting and some very special (not guys, you cheapskates!!!....) songs.. He he. Ya. Some really sweet and nice songs. Some mushy mushy, some pretty jumpy. And some very niceeee songs. Oh I almost forgot. You must be wondering, am I just gonna go rant on like anything? Lol.. Well.... Had a little (mis) adventure today morning on my way to the cat class. For a class at 6:15am, I groggily woke up to my friend's call, at around 6:25am. And, yelp! I realised I was late. And just bolted out with whatever I could find relevant, to the class, of course. And off I zoomed, on my grey activa, riding with the wind. One with the forces of nature. Like nothing can ever stop me, when, out of nowhere, suddenly one kambaqat signal comes up in front of me and I realise it might be nice for me to stop and let the lorry chap pass by, in peace. And so I hit the brakes, on a lot of scattered sand. You guessed right. I skid my way to glory. But does that stop our super girl from reaching her destination? Not in your dreams! Lol.. I skid. And managed to hold onto my bike, and my bike onto me. Well, point is, I made it without falling down, thankfully. And made it to class, if not on time, at least a little later. Had a Co-ordinate Geometry and Trigonometry basics. I remember doing those in my twelfth, like some two odd years ago. Not so long ago, put in words, but in reality, its quite a long long time ago, as far as the mind is concerned. Anyways, it felt nice, revisiting all those old concepts. You develop a sort of attachment to these chapters I guess. Both geometry as well as us, get battered on and on meaninglessly and purposeless and definitely uselessly. Lol.. Anyways, until tomorrow then. Chao... :)

Welcom, D-Day, They Seem to be Saying

Now that there's precisely 1 month and 6 days left for the CAT-07, even the faculty's out sermonising on pressure and time management skills. Chill out, Go watch a movie, they say. Sure thing, just try telling my mom that! Lol.. So here, I've got the whole day ahead of me. A sprawling beautiful day. Some 11odd hours before we can call it another day. I'm not getting more detailed than that. Spare me the math, please! Had a Time and Distance Class today morning. It was fun, probably because I discovered I could actually solve some sums. He he..

It's easier to just say manage your time well people, take care of it. But HOW, is the million dollar question. Oh, here I'd definitely say, its easier said than done. People say a lot of things don't they? Where there is a will there is a way. The busiest person is the one with time for everything. An ant epitomises hard work; etc etc etc. Well.. Coming to the implementation part of it, God knows! Anyways, there should something worth reporting by the end of the day, at least. With that hope, let me sign off..

Another morning. Another Day. We're in the future! As far as yesterday is concerned, as Calvin would've said. And what difference have we, been able to make to our lives? Uhm.. Next question please. Boy, who said you had to radically change your life in a span of one day? Of course, a beginning could be made. Nothing wrong in that. Only, where to start from and what to do? Coffee, yes. Paper. Ya, I should at least look at the thing, considering its subscribed for, for my exclusive reading purposes. Okay, successful evocation of some amount of guilt. But its almost shower time. And time for CAT class. Seriously, I don't see any reason why an ex-IIM-ian's auto-bigraphies or experiences should sell and an IIM-aspirant's shouldn't. I mean, it's just two different stages in the same thing, only IF I can manage to get myself there. Anyways, point I'm trying to make is this, the experiences, the struggles(especially of waking up so darn early) and all the practice exercise books handed down to ever time-ian are experiences worth recording and reading too.

Gee. I never understand the ideology behind keeping oneself utterly busy and exhausted at every time and point of the day and earning huge sums of money and then saying "Life HAS to be better than this". That's the last thing I'd want to do, I suppose. Not that that life's out there waiting for me, with devouring eyes. Hmm.. Nice imagination. But nopes. Anyways, the clock reminds I still have a class to attend and another whole day to go through and "utilise" in the right direction. So.. So long!..

Musings of a(not so) Idle Mind...

Things are easier said than done. "Says who??" I would've said until about a few years ago too, almost. But now, I'm beginning to consider the gravity of that statement. Ah well, I'm just wondering what my other options would be, if I didn't make it through to a somewhat decent B-School with somewhat decent credentials to show. I could always take singing big time and pursue it seriously. But of late, I'm beginning to have my own doubts about that, considering I haven't been able to strike one high note in a long long time. This really is some food for thought, isn't it? I wonder if everyone single person goes through so much dilemma when it comes to figuring out a career. Of course they would. Unless they had a dad like "aravind" from Bommarillu. Now where the hell did that pop up from, I wonder. Maybe I was thinking along the lines of film journalist. Yeah! Now THAT sounds like a lot of fun. Only, who'd hire me. I was thinking somehting more adventurous. Like scuba diving perhaps? Naa. Kidding. I'm way too hydrophobic to jump into an ocean head first. Okay people, before I go any further, I find it absolutely necessary, in fact, there's this pressing matter calling for my attention, that tells me I must tell you something. It is this, that I have been on a heavy diet of Calvin and Hobbes of late and hence anything I may say here may seem affected by the Calvinian perception of the Calvinian Theory. And it may not be entirely wrong.. ;) Well, I am forced to stop this one here for lack of any better waves striking me right now. So stay tuned. And you may actually get to read something that remotely resembles sense in the sequel most probably. Chow!