The Tenth Anniversary

10 years ago a phenomenon was born. How I managed to be unaware of it for so long is an absolute mystery to me.
On 4th September 1998, Gunda was released. We at IIMA had a special screening of this cult movie.
Jab Gunda dikha rahe hon...toh dekhna hi padta haiii!

KFC...

My plight for the last 10 days reminds me of the comment that got our US envoy into trouble:
"Running around like a headless chicken".
Haven't had much good rest all these days as I stare at the daunting task of surviving PGP-1 at IIMA.
Finishing the report...getting it printed...getting the relieving memo.
the vaccinations and hurried meeting nearest-and-dearest ones.
Being scared and tired and hurting to leave the place I have known as Home
and the place that was getting there...finally I had begun to be at home in IISc.
Next post...probably CC at IIMA.

Leaving on a Jet (Kingfisher) Plane

Flew back to Mumbai from Bengalooru on a Kingfisher flight and this was the one song playing
in my mind all the way through:

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh, let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times that I won't have to say ...
Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
And I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Writer's Block

Been thinking will blog about something for a while...but ideas flit in and out of mind.
Haven't been able to write much...unless you count a thesis with a number of changes.

New Beginnings

Started 2 new blogs:
Blogger

WordPress

Hit them!!

The Eternal Truth

Hundreds of years before Billy Shakespeare wrote :
" To B or not to B":
the Great Aristotle uttered the greatest truth in the world:
"A is A".

And Ahmedabad is 53 meters (171 ft) above C level.

Converted the IIM A waitlist to confirmed admit.
YAY!!!

Results!!

A: Waitlisted 13, Not much scope.
B: Reject
C: Reject
I: Admit
K: Admit
L: Reject.

:((

Don't know what went wrong . Can't figure anything out right now.

Reservations redux

The Supreme Court upholds the reservations for OBCs...the timing is very interesting.
Less than a month to go for the Karnataka assembly elections, many more assembly elections to come and then the General Elections next year (unless they are held this year...Chidambaram is prepared for that possibility).

South and Reservations (rediff.com)
Read what this guy called Reuben Raj has to say:

"I got into medical college through the backward class quota. There should be reservation in the premier institutes.

The forward classes are more talented than us. You will find a lot of them in the premier institutes already. Here they score much higher marks than us. By the time I read two pages, they can read ten more pages. Their capacity to learn and understand is better than mine."
And this is why we need RESERVATIONS?? So the forward caste people who are better than them are denied while these buggers get admissions.

Nothing, absolutely nothing should cause someone with lower marks to get admissions over someone with higher marks. Reminds me repeatedly of the situation in Atlas Shrugged (referred to it in some previous post as well).

Scary...Reuben might be treating me or my family in some hospital.
As Pink Floyd said, "...Run Like Hell".

More to come as I gather more info and find more crap.

Change, anyone?

Change apparently is the only constant in life.
I somehow disagree. Look at the basic question in my life.

1995-96: To B or not to B?

1997-98: To B or not to B?

2000-01: To B or not to B?

2001-02: To B or not to B?

2004-05: To B or not to B?

2005-06: To B or not to B?

In between it varied a little to : To B or to B?
or to : To BE or not to BE?

2006-07: To B or not to B?

2007-08: To B or not to B?

The B's change...the question still remains.

Breathe...

Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down, its time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave.

Why do these words scare me everytime I hear them?
Why does my life seem like these words were written to describe it?
When is Enough well and truly ENOUGH?

Love in the form of Venn Diagram...CATegory theory

By the way who or what is Vanilla ice?
Will this lead to a CATaclysmic CATastrophe?
Hope not.

Interesting link (nerd alert level 5): http://xkcd.com/

PI is not equal to 3.1415926535....

Your head is spinning,
your heart is beating so hard it makes your head rock,
the guy who went in to your panel first comes out disoriented,
they ask radioactivity and SIDBI and flipflops and the migration of Jews to India and
poetry and Fundamental rights,
.
.
.
you take deep breaths and curse yourself for not revising these things,
you remind yourself that this is not Life and Death,
... but then what the hell ,
THESE ARE THE IIM INTERVIEWS.
And the cycle begins again.

Home,home again...

"Let's go home" he said and she was confused. What would she tell all those people she was responsible to. "Lets go home" he told her again...and she agreed. Together they flew to the place he called home. It was the best time he had had on a flight...and he had taken many.

They roamed the streets, unaware of anything else, blissfully lost in the experience of being with each other.He showed her around though she had seen it all. He was never so proud of the place he belonged to as when he was showing it to her. He saw the smile on her face, that innocent, beautiful smile which showed how much she loved him and was loving being with him.

His home had never seemed so beautiful to him as when he saw her eyes being laid on it.
He was reminded of the beautiful last line of a long forgotten poem.
"... where your heart finds peace, call it home."

Flight report

The flight report read:

35000 feet in the air,
830 km per hour,
An hour long walk in the clouds,
Missed you like hell,
Wished you were with me.

The Dark Side of the Moon

NO...this is not another depressing post...in a way it is but not really.
This will depress every Bangalorean, my well-wisher or not.

The roads in Bangalore are a mess...its more like a little bit of road to sort of bridge the potholes.
Most roads are also not very well lit.
A rickshaw ride through these roads is not essentially different from a ride on a moon-buggy.
Bone-jarring, intestine-injuring rides.
Then something happened yesterday that shook me in my entirety...more on it here.

The papers screamed that a crane, in trying to avoid a pothole, ended up killing a woman.
Scary!! Very scary.

Maybe the potholes will be filled...maybe we have to wait for a new government for it.

But till then if you are coming to Bangalore (the IT capital of the country...IT = irritating Traffic)

Welcome to the Dark Side of the Moon.

Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isnt that the way
Everybodys got their dues in life to pay

I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know its everybodys sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life is in books written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know its true
All the things come back to you

What the hell!!!!!!!!

This is Chetana's blog on emotional quotient

Took the emotional quotient test from that link:
Plz visit the above link.

This is my result:

Your EQ is 133

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?

Confessions of a Mama's Boy

You can fool all of the people some of the time,
You can fool some of the people all of the time,

...BUT,
YOU CANNOT FOOL MOM!!

Way back into love...

Chetana sent me this really nice song from Music and Lyrics.
Ppl around me seem to be breaking up left, right and center...the ones that aren't breaking up are cynical and wary of the concept of love itself...they say its a sure way to hurt yourself.

Here are the lyrics...Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant singing.

I've been living with a shadow overhead,
I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,
I've been lonely for so long,
Trapped in the past,
I just can't seem to move on!

I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away,
Just in case I ever need them again someday,
I've been setting aside time,
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind!

All I want to do is find a way back into love.
I can't make it through without a way back into love.

I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine,
I've been searching but i just don't see the signs,
I know that it's out there,
There's got to be something for my soul somewhere!

I've been looking for someone to shed some light,
Not somebody just to get me through the night,
I could use some direction,
And I'm open to your suggestions.

All I want to do is find a way back into love.
I can't make it through without a way back into love.
And if I open my heart again,
I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end!

There are moments when I don't know if it's real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration
Not just another negotiation

All I want to do is find a way back into love,
I can't make it through without a way back into love,
And if I open my heart to you,
I'm hoping you'll show me what to do,
And if you help me to start again,
You know that I'll be there for you in the end!


Here's hoping people find their ways back into love and into hope.

Finding Neverland

Previously this post would have been titled "Coming Back to Life"...but there have been a few of those. The ones that fool you into believing you're back and then its back to the pits.

Recently life seems to be looking up...the slope is positive and the double derivative is positive and greater than 1 too.
Atleast it isnt the decomposing, sitting-doing-nothing kind of life. Stuff seems to be moving, there is a lot to do and little time to do it in. Better than little to do and lots of time I think.
The general outlook towards life seems to be improving...seem to laugh a lot more these days.
The spring in the step is back,
and more importantly a spark in the eye, which I thought I had lost is back.
Wonder what CATalyzed the CATharsis.

Is it time I find neverland...that promised land where dreams come true?