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!

D-Day Ahoy!

Okay. Since the Doomsday of my life, the one event that will change the course of my life forever and irrevocably, the day that will decide my destiny henceforth, the one defining day of my life, enough adjectives I believe, anyways, the day for CAT-07 is on the anvil, I decided it was about time I flexed my grey cells a bit and saw to what extent the vocab and intensice reading exercises(brief in my case) have helped boost my chances of survival in the competition. Simply put, I have an exam tomorrow and have hence decided to waste my time a bit in front of the idiot box (or maybe note book? cos its a laptop) and silence my guilt by justifying it as an exertation of the brain cells. Well, tough times, like these, call for effective measures, of loosening up the strained energies(mostly negative) and release the pressure. What better way than to tranfer it on to the readers? Not that they're sitting there waiting for it. But what the heck, what you read affects you. Why do people get tensed? (or take tension as some of my friends succintly put it, much to the discomfort of my ears). Nervous disorder? Peer pressure? Other external sources of pressure? Or the inevitable internal pressure(coming from home, ie;) or is it just a way of life? To be honest, it has become a way of life with me. I can't seem to be able to help it. Not that it helps me perform better or strive harder or push myself more or any other such constructive purpose in life. It just aggravates my sense of discomfort as regards exams. I hate them. Who doesn't, you say. Well, yes. Who can be blamed for that. I wonder if it's the education system that instills such utter disgust in us, or the parent-element or the societal aspect or what? In toto, it has to be a bit of all. But still, especially at times like these, seem to have all sorts of these revolutionary ideas of renovating and completely changing the education system in India, radically, so that no one would dread exams so. Its a tough job, yes. But it's not impossible. I mean, not after a debilitated indian Cricket Team CAN win against a defending champion like Australia. I guess that's a bad example to quote, considering the inconsistent performance of our team India as also the irrelevance. What am i talking about? I don't know and I dont really think I care all that much either, as long as my fingers keep typing and I'm letting off some energy this way. What was I talking about initially? Pressure. Yes. Really, if the kind of competition here wasnt so bad and if we really had a much better ( read qualified, capable and dedicated) teaching staff all over the place, who, instead of being the butt of all the jokes in a student's life, can actually be role models, at the primary level, to start with, something of a change can actually start to happen. Who is to blame for all of this? Our economy, which is still in its nascence of staggering altitude? Our inefficient leadership at the top notch? Our laggard nationalistic orientation, which instills a sense of patriotism and international competition? Or, boiling down to the individual, our own lack of interest and dedication to our respective jobs, whatever they may be? As in a previous illustration, I guess its a combination of all, with varying degrees of each. Are we lacking enough motivational speakers in our nation? We often get to read of some so-and-so motivational speaker, shipped in from some exotic foreign locale, which happens to be an economy worth emulating, come to grace and enlighten the staffs of the various Fortune-500 sorts of companies, here in India. My question, do we have to start something of that sort at the school levels too, while the teachers' (as well as teaching standards and methodologies and technologies adopted) are changed gradually? Sounds far-fetched? Perhaps. Well, we dont need an imported motivational speaker. A national, who is equally effective would do. But it IS a start, in the right direction. Of course, its sad we need to hire motivators right from the school level, but what the heck! Look at the kind of attitudes and priorities kids foster, right from their schooling, thanks to their materialistic growing up environs! Parents are no exception to this influence. Not that they can really be blamed. But, isn't it time we started paying a little more attention to the bigger picture too? Like the nation as a whole? Well, this could be one step more, towards something that may lead to a better tomorrow. Layman's terms and understanding and presentation, I know. But its just an idea.

Independence

A very Happy Independence Day. I started thinking as soon as I heard myself. I didn't sound convincingly patriotic even to myself. I sound so artificial. I've been put through a heavy dose of 'bharat humko jaan se', 'rehman's jana gana mana version', 'ae mere watan ke logo', 'des rangeela' and what not. Very diligently these were all played over and over and over again all morning. Fine. So we've marked the day in true bollywood-ian style. What now? .. Until even a few years ago, Independence day meant I'd go look up something about the nation. Something about our freedom struggle. If I wouldn't, atleast I'd have heard someone speak of the glories of that long past bloody struggle. There was something to know about it always. But now, no one seems equipped to speak about it. Is this what India has come to after completing 60 years of its independence? Sounds sad. What is it like, to be an Indian, to have a past of over 200 years of struggle for independence? Of what value, is the freedom and independence now? When we were younger, I used to hear the others, elders mostly, speak of how we take our freedom and independence for granted and how we do not acknowledge our ancestors' struggle. If that was what they said then, to us, I wonder what their reactions would be like now. I'm not saying people don't acknowledge it anymore. They do. But like every other emotion, its commercialised and packaged and handed down to us. You want to express love, ok here, these are the standard heart melting numbers. Play them and return of love guaranteed. You want to express sorrow. Sure thing. These are the tunes for sorrow. Play them, and most assuredly, you'' feel the tears flowing down your cheeks. Similarly, you want patriotism? Arre no problem yaar. Play a few of those numbers rehaman made for roja and rang de basanti. You're job's done.

I'm not undermining the talents of rehaman when I say that. He's one of the best things that has happened to present day cinema. What I'm saying is, emotions dont seem genuine anymore. They dont seem or rahter, 'sound' like they've come out from the same person expressing them. They seem all so made up, like the teenaged girls you come across at college, with one inch thick make up and put on accents strutting around on their stilettos. They dont seem natural anymore. What right have I, to speak of the missing naturality,you say? Well, I'm sad for the lack of genuineness and originality of emotion, thought and expression in people. I'm also saying I'm unaffected by the wave that's taking us all in. I'm only the sadder for it. Are we living our lives by the dictat of bollywood songs, smart marketers who sell us their products in the name of our allegience to our nation, our emotions, our feelings, etc. ? Some food for thought, that.

I'm just through with reading my first Paulo Coelho, The Zahir. I'm not going to try and give a synopsis of the book or try and say what I feel about it. But I will say, that what I write out now may seem influenced by it. Natural enough. You sometimes have this need to talk to someone, in life. It's not like an urge or like you're trying to empty yourself of something. Then what is it? Just the need to talk and to be heard. It's an interesting feeling when you know you have so many peopl out there, you call your friends and of which quite a decent number are more than ready to hear you out when you want someone to talk to and yet when you really feel like having it all out, you choose the machine, the computer lying in one corner of your room to breathe our all you want to say. Man, typing is a strenous job, atleast typing grammatically correctly, is. Why does music form such an important part of life. There are a multitude of things we feel and experience even on a daily basis. But not all come out in words. Rather, we are not capable of bringing out in words and getting them to sound exactly as we felt them. Then these notes and tunes, we call music, come to our aid. You suddenly realise you're saying a lot more than you ever thought or imagined was possible. You suddenly find yourself capable, not only of voicing your feelings, experiences, emotions, et al, you're actually expounding on them with the intonations of your mood! How splendid! But here's a problem. Who understands these 'notes' that come out. Atleast, are the people they're intended for, understand what we're talking about, though in a different language? You never know, do you. But still we express. Then what do these so called words and sentences in notes and more specifically, music, mean. Na, it can't be explained. If it could, why would we be using music instead of the normal mortal words, that we're so accustomed to understanding. But why explain them for that matter. For the convenience of those that they're intended for, or for the sake of our own better and fuller understanding of what we wanted to say? That's strange. If we ourselves did not understand what they meant, these notes, why did we use them then? Because, we did not use them, they came out, on their own choice. We were just the media they came through. We did not originate those sounds from within. They just came. They just came because they chose to.

Thinking..?

If making money was so easy, wouldn't each one of us be millionaires? But then the law of diminishing marginal utility would prevail, as expostulated in behavioural theories, only, we're talking about money here. And millions would cease to hold any considerable value and we'd have to go looking for a new mode of currency or value, that still seems valuable enough and that which doesn't come dirt cheap. Why are we talking about getting rich now? Or, is that what I want to or rather feel like writing on now? I don't know. They say money's the solution to all the problems. They also say it's the root cause of all evil. 'They' say it. 'They' tell us. Who 'they'? Who knows and who cares. It's been around long enough being told and retold and reinterpreted and misinterpreted and what not. Basically, things have been around for so long, you may as well just listen and follow them, or not follow them. What does it matter, afterall. It is upto you whether to do or not to do something. Contemplation. Why are we at it so much? Why do we keep thinking something or the other all the time? It's not like mere thinking is going to reveal all the world's secrets to us(not even the extra terrestrial un-worldly ones). Then why are we constantly contemplating? Is this soul searching? Who coined that term, by the way. It sounds interesting. Though of course, it could mean something else altogether. I wouldn't know. Like I don't know why we exist or what the purpose of each one's life is, or also like what my lecturer is expecting when she drafts out a topic for assignment. Are we all on the lookout then, or aren't we? How many of us actually sit down to wonder where this is all leading to or why this has all begun in the first place? Where and when and how did all this affair of life earth soul breath emotions worship existence sustenance life as such wholly and completely and in bits, come from? Obviously people have better things to do in life than to sit and wonder about such stuff. Inconsequentiality of it, though, I'm not going to claim or warrant. Far from it, I won't even propose it. But just as a point of view of the other sides of the container, if it is that, all of this. One peculiar question always lingers though, even after all this bungle of emotions or thoughts or feelings passes. What prompts us through it all. And what is the point behind putting all of this here.

To Hell With Them All, I Say!

Someone once told me that stitching was the best possible way to let off pent up anger and all such other violent emotions. I disagree. More than just disagree, **** *** ( those stars are left to your imagination.you obviously didnt think I was going to fill it up, did you) . Stitching never saves nine. Not for me. Rather, I find it infuriates me even more. To hell with all those around who make you feel like a piece of **** even when you set about trying to make the day as lovely as you can. You start out on a really beautiful note. It's one of those extremely rare days when you actually wake up smiling, only to find your internal environment (people you're in immediate contact with) have other more dastardly sinister plans to ruin your day, your mood and your life, for that one day. What the hell do these people come into your life for? People tell me pessimism isn't good. But honestly, its better than optimism! It atleast prepares you for all the shit you're about to face throughout the day. You kno you'l be forced to take shit from all bloody corners of the world. So you'l be better armed. So all you people who'r about to tell me to cool down or calm down or take it easy, YOU guys take it easy and dont ever ever tell me to cool it or take it positively. Oh **** optimism! It doesnt prepare you to handle an irrationally and unnecessarily irate lecturer, especially when you know you havent even done anything and there are others going way over bound all around you! It doesnt prepare you to handle some of the most important people in your life goin out of their way to support this prior mentioned category of people. Every single time you try and explain what went wrong and how you were misinterpreted or misunderstood or worse, mis-accused, you're faced with people telling you ' honey you really ARE in the wrong'. It doesnt matter if you really werent the trouble maker in the class. It really really doesnt matter you're not at fault. The poor poor lecturer maybe has an ant running down her back and doesnt know what to do about it. Ya, sure. I put the ant down there, right?

The point I'm trying to make is, we, given our meagre nineteen years of existence with an even lesser some what 'meaningful' existence are expected to understand the 'poor' lecturer's point of view. Then why can't those bloated blobs of worthlessness, with all their grey hair and experience of umpteen batches,EVER understand the right from the wrong? Why cant they ever ever understand who the ones who'r always sleeping in class are, Who's always out cursing them? Who's the motor mouth? And finally, sadly for people of my category, people who actually listen and pay attention in class. Despite getting all sorts of nonsense from them, we're expected to bear those plasticine - barbie - doll smiles for them. So as not to put them off. Hello!!! Anybody ever wonder at the under-qualified, highly rated, not so worth it, folks passing themselves off as educators? People!! It really IS a sacred post! Pleassss dont mar it with your inefficiencies and inadequacies!

Retrospections.. or Reminiscences.. Cal it Whatever..

As I read through my friend's blog, it reminded me of the long sojourn I took from writing my own. What can I say, educational obligations, or college, as I'd like to put it, simply. Excuses are aplenty, when you need them, especially for me. I've always been lucky with them so far, touch wood! What else can explain my being the teacher's pet, despite the not so resplendent mark sheets. I suppose I'm deviating from what ought to be. But then, what is it that's ought and that which is naught. Sometimes you wonder, are they really expecting way too much from me, or am I utterly underestimating myself. It could be a bit of both, for all I know or can fathom. But the latter part of the argument definitely needs a lot of looking into. Whether or not it will achieve fruition, I must wait and see. As always, my room seems strewn with random copies of the ET or the Hindu; not to mention, the innumerous books. Ranging from books on behavioural theory to Marketing principles to the well-known David Copperfield to the Moonstone. I seem to be giving the impression of a book worm. Sadly, the truth is quite something else. Book worm was what I was once upon a time. Now there are books( and thankfully no worms! ) and there's me. Nothing more. What did I seem to proclaim to deal with? Ah yes, Expectations. Or, was it? It's all the same I suppose. What difference does it make. One topic leads to another. One thought blossoms to some other. It's never independent thoughts. It's always a cluster, or in more evolved or leveraged minds, a string.

The nation's GDP growth, the paper screams, could do with some additional support from the agricultural sector. No, claims an economist. It could do well otherwise too, provided another sector takes up the crutch- job. Seeing as he puts it, it sounds sensible enough. I mean, when you can see ascent in the growth rate by a little contribution from a non agri sector, why push the agri sector to over perform. But then, is it being asked to over perform? I don't know. What they did try to say though, is that, they wanted the agricultural sector to be involved in the overall growth. Fair enough. More than just fair enough, I guess. But who's listening? And what can be done to improve the output from the agri sector? More investment in the form of more advances? But what are it's implications; to the banks, to the RBI, to the economy as a whole?

The little bit of economics, as I managed to understand it, is a vicious cycle; carefully balanced on the tenterhooks GDP, inflation and fall in the currency value. It's amazing how they're made to balance out each other. But then, I guess they never really are completely balanced. It's the incessant act of trying to keep it stable, the balancing act, that constitutes what we call our economy. Wow! I seem to have just summed one of the most complicated topics. Or, may be not. Ah well, guess I could use a compliment here and there to keep me going. Until next time, then..

You know,it's quite sad. When you first start a thing like this, you imagine you're an automated instrument that can churn out endless material to fill up a lot of this virtual space. That seems very true too, initially. But soon you realise that it's not so. Writing even a couple of lines requires a lot of thinking. You're stuck more often. You sit back and scratch your head. You wonder just how you can write atleast another sentence that seems somewhat sensible while still adding volume. Bad features for a writer to possess, you say. Couldn't agree more, mate. Then again, as long as you have banter to fill up pages and naive, unassuming folks to lap it all up, get it going.
There's this feeling, you know, of maybe having lived this day before. Ya, I've spoken of dejavu before. But you know, this is different, in a way or two. It's a really weird feeling. You feel like you're one day ahead or one day before the calender date. Is this how the drunk must be feeling? You're rushing to college and checking and rechecking if you've got all that's needed. And you realise you're mentally (or psychologically or whatever) one day ahead!
Ah well, like always, things still go on. You still live, even if it's the same day twice minus the previous day. You still realise that nothing stops no matter what.

Fate, is it...?

Okay. It has been quite a while since college reopened. It's already the third weekend after college. Or is it the fourth? Gawsh! I don't even remember. But then I guess it doesn really matter. Once it's started, it's started for good. And there's no escaping it now. Come to think of it. College reopening is not so bad a thing when you know you've spent a two month vacation watching the seconds tick their way to glory. But once you've gotten back to routine and back on track with the usual hum drum of life, you begin to wonder. A trip to Goa. A vacation in the andamans. A tour around the country. Why just the country. A world tour! Perrfect! Okay, maybe that was a little too much. But anyways, point is, you wonder if you should've done something about the lumpsome time on hand.

Ah well, fate's another thing. It's that thing that spills water on your plans of lovely walks on the sandy beaches. It's that thing which ruins the very idea of going home and breathing in that oh-so-beautiful cool fresh air.

It's the very same thing that also causes your car to go ram into the guy behind you when you're at a traffic light. Sad. But true. Being a party to an accident, eitherways, is something. And having that scene falsh in front of your eyes all day is another. Or is it quite the same? One follows the other anyway. You know, it's actually sad when you're involved in something. I wasn't so upset or occupied with the idea of being rammed in as I am with the idea of ramming in. But it happened from behind. Maybe that's supposed to be a consolation of some sorts. But it reeeeally is a weird thing to go ram into someone behind. Especially when you know you've executed that reverse so nicely!

It also happens to be that very fate which facilitates one's not steering a four wheeler again. Sigh. Happens to all I guess. Atleast hope so, to feel better for the time being.

wondering out loud

Hello and good evening folks. Nice, cold, wet day at hyderabad today. Wasn't it? Today was also one of those days guys. One of those weird days, when you feel, stalled. Stopped. You feel like things have suddenly paused and sadly, you're not part of the pause-programme. You're still around, watching. It's not boring I'm talking about, mind you. What I'm saying is, it's like a sense of dejavoo. And yet it's not like you've already sensed and experienced what is happening. But in bits, you've seen this day beofore. It's a cranky kind of a feeling altogether. I don't know if a few minutes of lesser sleep can produce such interesting results on the psyche. But then, I was never a person who slept at regular hours and times. In fact, I boasted of my being nocturnal! Then what's with all this 'chemical locha' in the 'dimag'. I don't know if lack of junk food for a couple days is to blame for this. Yes. Maybe that is it. You know guys? To a foodie who practically lives off junk and lives by the nocturnal hours, regulated life and safe and healthy foods CAN prove hazardous.

But this has to be more than that. More than just food, I mean. I don't know how many would nod and think, 'me too', when I say this. But so soo many a time it feels like you need a shrink in life. For what? I don't know. Don't ask me! To get a hold of what you think is flying away. To understand what you're into? To realise yourself to the full? Ya. That sounds a little more convincing and solid than the previous two. But, after living with ourselves for how many ever years they are, and not being able to figure out what we are, how the hell is some other god-knows-who chap going to help us out. Okay, maybe not exactly a god-knows-who kinda' chap. But still, he is a stranger who knows not one single thing about you. What am I talking about? I really don't think I know. And neither might you. Yes, I have been sleep deprived by a half hour or so. And I'm seriously deprived of my source of sustenance, my junk food. And I'm feeling the effects badly. Man! Healthy life sucks! Ain't it?

lost youth of india, or whatever..

Hello all! Yet another beautiful Sunday. Yet another lovely morning. Right? Ah well. For most of us who are not over prudent in charting out our career patterns, atleast, it most definitely is. While for the others, who have things charted out and mapped out and placed in their laps, like me, it's the day of the third mock cat, the common admission test, into the most prestigious b-schools of india, for those ignoramuses who don't know yet (what were you doing till now???). Yes yes. I was one of the test-takers. And boy-oh-boy! It was, should I say, comprehendable? I mean, right from day one, we are told to expect surprises. So much so, that nothing, absolutely nothing, can surprise us now (not even Hrithik Roshan handing out the OMR sheets in the exam hall !!!).

It was just another of those tests. The third in its series. But what was remarkable was that for the first time there was a doctor by my side who was labouring equally hard, if not more, to crack the paper! Yes! A proper MBBS doctor! Ya ya. I know. There have been cases of radio jockeys taking the exam. And actually going on to do their MBAs too. But honestly folks, isn't it weird? Rather, dumb? This guy must've struggled for like what, a 6-7 years of his life to enter the holy profession of being a doctor. And now he wants to change course completely? There is nothing wrong in being dually qualified. But I somehow find it strange that people go to such extents to be with the 'in'-crowd. Or is it their parents' prodding?

I don't know how many engineers reading this are contemplating an MBA degree after their engineering. But seriously guys, you must be dumb or what? You went on to slog for 4 entire years of your precious life to get an engineering degree, in the hope of some lucrative career opportunities. And now all of a sudden you see the monetary balance tipping to favour the yem-bee-yaes and jump on the bandwagon again?(!) Get a life! I have seen peopl make such dramatic changes of career in their post-grad level. It's not an uncommon thing. But watching people do it just for the sake of securing a better pay packet or because your parents think that's the thing to do or because your friends have managed to do well in that doesn't mean you are bound to too. Where is all this taking us?

Yet again, there are youngsters with no such external stimuli, who, by their own will and wish and personal inclination choose to make such career shifting turns. And then after they've done with it, they decide something else is better. And then maybe something else. At this rate, isn't there an imbalance being created in the society among the various types of careers? It's like that dialogue I'm reminded of, from Lakshya. "agar mein scientist ban jaau, lekin acha scientist nahi banu, tho kya faida". Why the hell is everyone so bent on jumping onto the bandwagon? What is the reason behind this? Parents? Societal influences? Peer pressure? Or our own assumed notions of insecurity?

Ah well. Life still goes on, doesn't it? As always..

so to speak..

hello to whoever's taken the trouble of readin whats in here. n lemme welcom u to my page on blogspot. i hav had smthng i can call experience in writing these sort of things. but, lets see how this one turns out t be. to start with, i'v jus come to my final yr of undergraduation. initially, i wasnt so thrilled at the prospect of having to come back to college (especially 2 months of uneventful vacations). but now tht i have, must say, "i'm loving it! " for the first time in a long long time, i could identify my interests with th subjects n naturally, i'm happy about it!

marketing is probably one of the most happening things today, wht with indra nooyi baggin th award an all. but let me tel u, its as much hard work as it is glamorous. oh yeah! lots and lots and lots n lots n lotsss of reading n studyin goes into it. n any idea how much of case study analysis it takes to make some sound judgements in the real world? especially when u have ur job depending on tht? whew! thats a lot of work folks.

well, wont strain u wid too many details in the very 1st blog itself. so, see u .