The Other Side of Life

Oh dear God! *Imagine me kissing the floor, right now* It feels SO good to be back. To lead an underrated normal life again! The past 4 months full of torture, placements, exams, guest lectures, pre-placement talks, sleepless nights, 15 hours sitting in one place, financial accounting nightmares, unbalanced balance sheets - its all over! (Okay, to be fair, its all not over. I do have to battle with finance over the next sem too, and the next, and the next. Damn it. We'll deal with that later.) More important things first. If there is one thing I have learnt well in my time here in a B-School, that has to be the art of making a good resume. For the rest of the world, your resume is just a statement of who you are and what you do. For MBAs, the resume is like the colloquial "Tijori ki Chaabi". For employers, its the key to the employee's mysterious past. For the prospective employees, its the key to a glorious future, which has no traces of the past. ...

And Yours Truly is back! Quick recap of what's happening in my life: I got my summer placement in a good company and I am happy. Not just because I got placed, but also because, this means I am FREEEEEEEEEEE! After 4 months of torture, I am free! Of course, I do have exams next week, but right now, lets term that "irrelevant". :) So, hopefully, this means, I am back on the blog world for good. Fingers crossed. Sigh. I have so much to say. Let me try to write this down, for the sake of posterior generations. You know the crazy kids who may want to join a B-School? Yeah? For them: Normalcy. It is highly underrated. I am so glad my life is back to normal after 4 months of grueling hard work. It feels good to have a boring, relaxed Sunday, when I don't have to rush to college for a mock interview or a Preplacement talk. It feels nice to get up with a sore back, after sleeping for 20 hours straight. It feels nice to read Delhi Times and not Economi...

Don't even ask. Where have I been, what have I been doing, why wasn't I blogging, why am I invisible? One word reply - B-School. If I wanted to talk about that, I wouldn't be blogging which also explains my absence all this while. But here's what I want to talk about! So, I came across  Matt Haig's website and his lists  excited me enough to actually open the Blogger dashboard and write. Here's my collection of lists: Things I Love: City Lights at night that twinkle when I wrinkle my eyes John Mayer's songs on a loop Sitting on a beach with feet sinking in the sand and crystals in the hair Hot Pakodis and jalebi on a rainy day Green fields rushing by in a blur on a highway drive Hanging your head down from the Upper berth on the train to scare someone Looking at class photographs from 20 years back and recognizing people Lazy Sunday brunch at home Gossiping with my sister at 1 in the night The extremely rare momen...

The original title of the post was "Life at B-School", but then I realized that my imagination is not powerful enough to invent non-existent things. Hence, the resort to the cliched title. I will not get into what the past 1 month at B-School has been like. That'll augur a whole book, which I am not in a mood to write and to be frank, I don't have the time to write. But here's what I can tell you positively. I learnt, much to my amusement, that every time in the past 23 years when I said I was "Busy", I was only kidding myself and everyone around me. Learnt a whole new dimension to the word "busy"! Right now, for instance, on a Saturday night, when ideally I would have been out shopping or watching TV or hanging out with friends, I am "taking time out" to write this post, following which I will study Financial Ratios. Sad. I know. Without wasting any more time (another thing I learnt here), let's quickly look into th...

"Aasmaan Se Tapka, Khajoor Ke Ped Pe Latka" How else would explain my wonderful vacation, moving from one hothouse called Delhi to another called Hyderabad? To be fair, I never thought I was going to a hill-station or Switzerland. But a cooler Hyderabad would have been so much more fun! Cities have their own ways of growing on you. Or of not growing, but clawing at you. Either way, you cannot ignore some cities. Hyderabad is one of them. 20 years, and our love-hate match continues. Day 1 is always the day of the bungle before the war. I emerge from the airport, all optimistic, with brushed up Telugu skills and renewed love for the hometown. Half an hour later, on the top of the long snake-like flyover, enroute to the city, the anger begins to kick in. Conversations with drivers. That's when I realize the war is on. I speak my posh, broken Telugu, and the drivers, their rude, unbroken Telugu. At some point, I try putting up a white flag and shift to Hindi politely. To n...