EGO R.I.P

I know I have been hallucinating in most of Prof. Sen's class.
But, as Abhishek puts it, he surely is one of my favorite profs out here :)

Finally!!

Yes. Finally! For the 1st time, I'm happy with myself. :)


Featured above - Lake Joka at its fullest.

Done at last.

1 Night.

50 Songs.

The numbers speak for themselves.

And, how JBS BaroC carried out this humongous task is a story in itself.

After all the technical goof ups - sudden sparks of reverbs on the vocals, guitars sounding too shrill, synth continuously displaying 'Low Battery' warnings, time and again tuning issues with guitar, broken strings, drunk musicians on stage - and the rowdy crowd, we finally played 50 songs.

Though, we missed our initial target of 65 songs (for which we practiced day and night), the number achieved was not at all unimpressive.

A totally new experience, I can still feel the rush of blood to my head.

The 1st ones..

These were the days I dreaded the most - stuff nightmares are made of.

The very idea of going through the whole grind of examinations and evaluations all over again sent shocks across the whole of my body. The last time I felt that way was when I accidentally tripped on a high voltage wire.

Not that I never gave examinations in my life. Engineering was full of “those” things. But then, only an engineer knows the inside story. And once, that you have actually been in the industry, it's only the threat of losing dollars/euros that takes the shit out of you. All other things are passé.

So, what was it like?

Six gruesome days which were never accompanied by nights. Endless doze of Tea, Coffee, Cold drink, Rolls, Sandwiches and whatever you can grab throughout the so-called nights. Listening to the same song on full blast after each exam.

But, somehow I felt somewhat at ease. While others were not sleeping at all, I was logging 5-6 hours daily. Though, I am yet to see the repercussions of such a move.

But, all said and done, I'm sure that people will introspect deeply after this mayhem. The lines have been clearly drawn. We now know who's gonna burn the midnight's lamp from here on (of course, with high hopes of high returns) and who's gonna try his level best to extinguish the lamp (of course, to keep the spirit of relative grading held high). Rather than just following the mad race, people have to find their own way.

Am I right in what I just said?
Maybe the more experienced, and we have a hell lot of them, people can share their experiences. Especially, since they had stopped blogging during their b-school days **fuming**

Run Devil Run!

Just ran a 5KM track to get an entry into the adventure club at Cal.

Though I couldn't complete it within the limited time, the good thing was that I actually completed it :D I never thought that I could do it. But, then, I never tried it.

Learnings? :P

p.s. damn! I think I have started sounding MBA'ish **yuck**

To Joka?

Reality is stranger than fiction. And, yet, there's a sense of tranquility that reality brings with it.

Till a couple of months back, everything was in place. I was to fly off to US, do my MBA and what not. My mind was so preoccupied with it that I started getting constant nightmares, thinking about all the work I'll have to do - cooking, cleaning, traveling and, yeah, studying. The Dollar-Rupee exchange rate was the first thing that I started noticing in the newspaper. And, the thought of leaving behind friends was haunting me. All in all, I guess a cocktail of fear, unexpectedness, excitement and sorrow started creeping in.

But, alas, things were not to happen the way I thought they will.

Rapid events flashed in front of my eyes and here I was, packing my bags for Joka - a small nondescript place in the outskirts of Kolkata. Where in Joka? The famed Indian Institute of Calcutta, or IIMC, as everyone knows it. Probably, a place millions dream to be and yet it seemed so incidental to me. The dreaded interviews and group discussions were, to be honest, okay. They seemed more like casual chit-chats and, at times, heated arguments. I guess they'll take there revenge once I am there.

So, here I am, off to IIMC Joka - the breathtaking campus of lakes, birds, rains, mosquitoes and, most importantly, the people.

People@Joka - Beware :P

Re–Booted.

I remember myself making fun of people who went to these annual “boot-camps”, where one is supposed to slog for more than 19 hours a day to check whether he/she has it in him/her to make it to the top. The whole thing looked so phony, gaudy and, most importantly, useless to me. But unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, only time will tell), I finally landed up in one.

So, after the busy weekend that I had in Mumbai some time back, it was time for yet another busy weekend for me. But rather than talking about the boring details, let’s skip straightaway to the key takeaways :) (see, it got me already)

• Indian Engineers are the epitome of un-diversity.
• Fresh graduates are not fresh at all – be it the staleness in the way they think or the all-that-jazz image they have about life in general.
• Attending a talk at 12:01 AM is dangerous; especially after a sumptuous dinner that you had thinking that you’ll have a good night’s sleep afterwards.
• I am still good in talking crap with people.
• There are actually people out there who are far more clueless than me.
• I hate people who are clueless and can shout at a very high pitch.
  
• I hate Indian MBAs.

So far, So good.
The roller coaster has just picked up its pace :(