tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-353973492024-10-25T09:13:33.151+05:30Musings...Rantings...Ramblings...LifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09228827252070725824noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35397349.post-18510300844003924702011-07-17T12:21:00.002+05:302011-07-17T15:21:08.567+05:30

I know its been a long time since I posted last and its totally inexcusable that my dear readers(multiple??) have been left left in peace for this long... And just when you begin to feel that its over, that you are free, (bang!!) you groan as it hits you in the face (or inbox), kind of like the third Transformers movie really!!So what has kept me away from my computer and blogger account for so

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Its been a long, long hiatus from the world of blogging, indeed even writing. My excuse(s)? The usual.. Work, assignments, studies (ha ha) and exams... I won't even claim that this list is anything different from what you must be hearing from your friends, who have just decided that they have time enough to catch up with you now.But truth be told, it was hectic. If the first term was "chillaxed",

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I am finding it difficult to concentrate on writing this post since at this very moment, I am shoveling out sand from inside my ears, thinking how to remove the tons of sand that has managed to find its way into my short's pockets and scratching my head from all the sand in it. But all this with a smile on my face. Now before I get into the details of how all such foreign objects found their way

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They say an MBA is supposed to related to your work experience. And what I recount now is not supposed to correct that notion. In fact, there are a few courses which make you believe that you would have been able to perform better had you studied this earlier. And it is when you meet all these people that you realise that not all work experiences were as sour or as bitter as yours was. But that

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I have realised a couple of things tonight, actually today morning since I write this at 3 in the morning (and no, please this is not a boast, its the truth and nothing but...). Yes, well, the first is that JLTs are fun, true, I just realised that, and secondly, its damn tough to write, or even think anything coherent, when some remix of Chumma Chumma Loge is blaring from a couple of high decibel

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In order to set a certain background to this, let me just say that going to catch a movie when we did was certainly not a good idea. Yes, it was a relatively free day in terms of classes: we had only two. But considering the fact that Monday was our first full-on action day (complete with a quiz too), Tuesday should have seen us taking it easy, if we could. But nothing called relaxing for us. We

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There are times when cliches are perfect and so I can safely say that it seems a lifetime ago to the day when I set foot in this campus. Yet, only a week has passed since the classes have started and already there are changes afoot. And I meant, within me and around me. Sleep is the first indicator. Anywhere else, lack of sleep at 12pm in the night would be considered an issue worthy of terms

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The first day of anything is difficult and uncertain. It is the same with the first day of college. Add to that, the fact that I was stepping in to a college environment for the first time in three years. The anticipation was fever pitch and the uncertainty at an all time high. To be fair, the same could be said of most people in the group. We were a batch with high work experience, almost 90

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WELCOME TO XIMB!!!!...And that's all I can manage after a hectic day and a half of travelling (delayed by more than five hours due to incessant rains in Orissa), some more walking and hopping in and out of autos to buy stuff like buckets and mugs and then simply walking around campus. And to top it all, this pic was not even taken by me..Picture courtesy of Aditya!! Thanx man though you dont even

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This has been one heck of a year already. And I mean it mostly from a sporting sense. First there was India's amazing series victory over the Aussies in Australia. Then there was the spectacular debacle that was the Kanpur pitch which helped us level the South Africa series. Then the marketing success that was the IPL. And all that before the year had reached its half way mark.Of course, cricket

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Hmmm...I had taken the trouble of standing in a winding queue at the newly refurbished Ramdas Theatre to watch the "first day first show" of the Indiana Jones movie. Not because I am a huge fan of the series, I am not, though I like Harrison Ford, Steven Spielberg and George Lucas (that leaves no one of note, right?), Oh, for the record, I loved the absent Sean Connery's picture as well. But

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Do you people ever wonder how different people in the West are to those in the East or Orient (or whatever the Caucasians call us)? Well, if you had no idea then maybe you should my previous post and then compare it to what happened yesterday. Click here to read that story.After George Bush decided to shake a leg and even do something akin to a sumo wrestlers' move with the graduating class of

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You see, there is this wonderful, completely unpretentious show on MTV India, featuring completely irreverent and tongue - in - cheek takes on whats hitting the news as of now. That show is called Wassup, with a tag line that says something about it being the Voice of Youngistan. As much as I would like to dish that show, I wouldn't precisely because it is such great fun. And on that show, there

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There are two things you take away from watching Tashan. One is that darned song, Tashan Re Tashan, which you will keep humming for at least a couple of days. Then there is the feeling that Mumbaiiyya Hinglish is not such a bad thing after all and that it should soon replace the Oxford standard for proper English in this country. And the third (did I say two things?) is Kareena Kapoor in a tiny

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I have a very bad habit, that of reading my own blog posts. And after reading the last few, I was reminded of the fact that I am no longer funny, or even trying to be. Maybe I have become serious and mature. Bah!!! On second thoughts, banish that thought entirely. My writing would not know mature even if it stared it in the face. So there I was on the prowl for a non serious topic to humour

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And so it has ended...Some would say right like it began except not all the people were the same and the train was different. It was still Chennai Central, but a different platform from the one where we had started out on the life of the independents, with a job and salary and all the expenses and adventures that it entails. Then, Rajesh Chettan had been there to make the transition a smooth one

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Well, this one aint a horror read (unless of course the writing can be considered that bad!!!). If I am up at 2:30 in the night blogging about something, you can pretty much understand that it is about football and that too, Manchester United. What else can get me so worked up that I cannot wait until the sun dawns and am in full control of my senses.But then if there is anything better than a

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Perhaps a musing on mortality is not the best way to break a month long hiatus from blogging, but its a topic thats had me wondering for the past few days. A few days back, one of our family friends passed away. He was someone who was very energetic, opinionated and someone with a great zest for life. Above all, he was a father to two somewhat young life, both of whom will now be deprived of a

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Well, here I am in Chennai, continuing with the chilling out agenda that is now one week old. Had a nice old time in Kerala. Spent time with the family, visited relatives who were too old to visit us (yes, we do show a little bit of consideration, but that stops when we show them the petrol bill and ask it to be reimbursed) and then went on a small holiday with the parents. Visited Neliyampathy,

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Of course it may be a little late in the day to wish everyone a new year but what the heck. Also something that everyone seems to be indulging in over the last few days is the making of a list of some kind or the other. It may be a New Year's resolution list or a presents list or list of people who owe you money (I have zero people on that list but if I did forget your name please be kind enough

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First of all let me admit that I am an Aamir Khan fan and had always intended to watch Taare Zameen Par , with or without all the good word of mouth publicity post release. Thus, it was on a Monday morning (yes, the last one of the year) that I found myself in a theatre filled with huge families taking advantage of the break. Lots of children were in audience. Clearly, the point that it was a

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It has been a long long time since my last post and its simply not because of the lack of time (that I have plenty of nowadays) but a simple lack of material. But a recent trip to Kerala (this category has seen an increase over the past few months and may have caused the recent upswing in profits for Indian Railways) provided me just what I needed, more material to bore my readers.So there I was

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So the day after CAT (rather the night after), I decided to give myself a little treat for having finished off with the CAT jhamela.(I dont feel upto writing on the experience yet.Maybe in a year's time)...So on I scooted off to Sathyam Cinemas which welcomed me with open arms and a huge traffic jam, which rather makes you wonder, "Did so many people write the CAT this year?" After all, there was

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Well, that precipitous momen has finally arrived... The eve of the CAT.. I have told myself that I am done with my preparation.. After all if you cannot get it right in ten months, you are not going to do it in the next ten hours, right? So my books have been finally laid aside.. All those monikers that simulated tests come by, be they AceCats, Simcats, Mockcats whatever have been laid to rest

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.... that nose hair is directly connected to tear glands in the eye. Dont believe me?? Go right ahead and pull away... But dont say I did not warn you though....

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