Six months at a stretch at wimwi is enough of a punishment that I, even I, started looking forward to this term break.
Six months of fachchadom. So many superlatives have been used to describe the first year life. And most of them are true. It is saying something if you have survived the first year.
May be I did not take a break when needed. May be I should have come home during the first term break. May be.
Now that I am on a well deserved break, I have other, more pressing matters at hand. Sigh. Life just dishes out it to you. Challenges.
Met two of my school mates so far. Glad I met them. I realise the importance of my childhood friends more and more as days pass by. Especially after these six months in wimwi. I just need an anchor, a homing beacon for me to feel human again. Wimwi has aged me so much.
And it made me fat, or so they say.
Whats new? :)
Monday, December 31, 2007
Signing Off
It is more literal than most of us can understand. Signing off.
A radio station signs off from its broadcast.
People sign off from your life.
Like they can log in and out at their will.
That is the fundamental beauty of life.
You make what you want of it.
Words, all words. For someone very action oriented, words are an anathema.
For someone who could be anyone, they should mean something.
Seriously KS, I hate the way you write.
All right.
So in a couple of hours we will be signing off from the old year. And welcome a whole new 'New Year.'
What is the point? I mean what is new about 'new year'?
Except for the change of calendars and few other mundane things, what has changed catastrophically that you term it a 'new year'?
The old year has been good to me. I did not expect any of the good things. It just was.
There were many 'good' things. An opportunity to study, an opportunity to find joy, an unwanted opportunity to lose it at the end of the year.
I do not know about the new year. I do not expect anything from it either. What will be, will be.
For all that has been said and done, I still believe in what I believe. I still have hope.
A radio station signs off from its broadcast.
People sign off from your life.
Like they can log in and out at their will.
That is the fundamental beauty of life.
You make what you want of it.
Words, all words. For someone very action oriented, words are an anathema.
For someone who could be anyone, they should mean something.
Seriously KS, I hate the way you write.
All right.
So in a couple of hours we will be signing off from the old year. And welcome a whole new 'New Year.'
What is the point? I mean what is new about 'new year'?
Except for the change of calendars and few other mundane things, what has changed catastrophically that you term it a 'new year'?
The old year has been good to me. I did not expect any of the good things. It just was.
There were many 'good' things. An opportunity to study, an opportunity to find joy, an unwanted opportunity to lose it at the end of the year.
I do not know about the new year. I do not expect anything from it either. What will be, will be.
For all that has been said and done, I still believe in what I believe. I still have hope.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Murderer at the helm
A state led by merchants of death.
A state that has its hands stained in blood.
This is commerce in corpses, a mercantilism based on bigotry.
There is no democracy. It was dead the moment an ideology took birth. It is dead, hacked to pieces, raped and burnt, and killed in fake encounters.
Shams like Gujarat elections are a wonderful illustration of the hypocrisy this state is steeped in. Democracy has only become an unwitting regularization of what is inherently an abhorrence that has come to be embodied by that monger of hatred, that merchant of death.
A state that has its hands stained in blood.
This is commerce in corpses, a mercantilism based on bigotry.
There is no democracy. It was dead the moment an ideology took birth. It is dead, hacked to pieces, raped and burnt, and killed in fake encounters.
Shams like Gujarat elections are a wonderful illustration of the hypocrisy this state is steeped in. Democracy has only become an unwitting regularization of what is inherently an abhorrence that has come to be embodied by that monger of hatred, that merchant of death.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Infatuation is an Itch
An infatuation is like a bothersome itch at an inappropriate place, come at an inopportune time. It may last a while and be gone or may persist for years together and then be gone. Why or how infatuation happens is a matter of conjecture or some esoteric research topic for few indefatigable scientists somewhere. When and how it disappears is what I am closely acquainted with. There I ended another sentence with a preposition. I know from my experience though how and when infatuations end.
They die like countless LGBs die. We all must have had the experience of being bombarded by LGBs post autumn. We in KGP did anyway. They swarm over all light sources in clouds so dense it felt like it was raining LGBs. And then they all would be gone in the day, the shells that had once been their bodies drifting away with the morning breeze.
Infatuations die like they were never alive at all, like the many flowers of grass that last but one day.
I have had few infatuations. Still do I guess. One began with the beginning of my engineering. And ended in the final semester of the third year when I finally got to speak to the subject of my infatuation in a day long train journey from Hyd to KGP. The day I spoke to her the infatuation vanished as if it never was. What a funny thing infatuation is!
They die like countless LGBs die. We all must have had the experience of being bombarded by LGBs post autumn. We in KGP did anyway. They swarm over all light sources in clouds so dense it felt like it was raining LGBs. And then they all would be gone in the day, the shells that had once been their bodies drifting away with the morning breeze.
Infatuations die like they were never alive at all, like the many flowers of grass that last but one day.
I have had few infatuations. Still do I guess. One began with the beginning of my engineering. And ended in the final semester of the third year when I finally got to speak to the subject of my infatuation in a day long train journey from Hyd to KGP. The day I spoke to her the infatuation vanished as if it never was. What a funny thing infatuation is!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Group Formation in the Institution of the Elite
The title can be read many ways. It could also have been 'Group Formation- An Institution of the Elite'.
Fachcha life at wimwi is, apart from the acads, all about section bonding, dorm bonding and group bonding, definitely not in that order.
A great deal of time is spent with the group members, either by choice or by design (of the PGP office). Study groups are an essential part of the management education and almost all work is group work. Words like 'team spirit' and 'camaraderie' assume their full meaning in the process of group interactions over case analyses often stretching ten to twelve hours and frequently spilling over to the wee hours of morning. These interactions foster at least a professional work ethic, preparing the would be managers to the reality of corporate life, or re equipping those with work experience with a whole new paradigm on team work.
Now, a very crucial part of this process is the group formation which in the first term is done by the PGP office based on a heuristic which works fairly well to a large extent, incorporating as much diversity in to the group as possible in terms of educational back ground and work experience. Thereafter the choice of group formation is given to the students for the remaining two terms and this is when another reality of human nature comes to the fore.
By now a stratification has set in, a bifurcation. Day zero and non day zero. The strong and the weak. The 'power centers' ( I assume they meant centers of power whatever that may mean and not their political stance or a shopping mall) and the unempowered centers. The 'strong' would not want anything to do with the 'weak', the 'power centers' would rather they call the shots, the big shots would rather have everything their way, the 'weak' would not want anything at all. The knots that these people tie themselves into, to form a team!
So we have hours upon endless hours of debates, countless permutations and combinations, intense lobbying and name calling and mud slinging and ego trampling and mathematical modeling all in the name of group formation. So much vitriol. So much bad blood.
What do we have at the end of this protracted process? A request to the concerned authorities that students of so and so section could not reach a consensus on group formation and hence request saner, more rational people to take a decision on their behalf.
Uh, MBA I say!
Fachcha life at wimwi is, apart from the acads, all about section bonding, dorm bonding and group bonding, definitely not in that order.
A great deal of time is spent with the group members, either by choice or by design (of the PGP office). Study groups are an essential part of the management education and almost all work is group work. Words like 'team spirit' and 'camaraderie' assume their full meaning in the process of group interactions over case analyses often stretching ten to twelve hours and frequently spilling over to the wee hours of morning. These interactions foster at least a professional work ethic, preparing the would be managers to the reality of corporate life, or re equipping those with work experience with a whole new paradigm on team work.
Now, a very crucial part of this process is the group formation which in the first term is done by the PGP office based on a heuristic which works fairly well to a large extent, incorporating as much diversity in to the group as possible in terms of educational back ground and work experience. Thereafter the choice of group formation is given to the students for the remaining two terms and this is when another reality of human nature comes to the fore.
By now a stratification has set in, a bifurcation. Day zero and non day zero. The strong and the weak. The 'power centers' ( I assume they meant centers of power whatever that may mean and not their political stance or a shopping mall) and the unempowered centers. The 'strong' would not want anything to do with the 'weak', the 'power centers' would rather they call the shots, the big shots would rather have everything their way, the 'weak' would not want anything at all. The knots that these people tie themselves into, to form a team!
So we have hours upon endless hours of debates, countless permutations and combinations, intense lobbying and name calling and mud slinging and ego trampling and mathematical modeling all in the name of group formation. So much vitriol. So much bad blood.
What do we have at the end of this protracted process? A request to the concerned authorities that students of so and so section could not reach a consensus on group formation and hence request saner, more rational people to take a decision on their behalf.
Uh, MBA I say!
0
They say
in other words
"elite institution",
centers of power,
group formation,
IIM A,
iim ahmedabad,
management,
WIMWI
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Taking stock
All right let us take stock.
Where am I? Ahmedabad.
What am I doing? Philosophising. Or otherwise pursuing 'management studies'. Practicing sanity. Preventing pseud-giri.
Why am I doing this? I am yet to find an answer.
What is the question? There are many.
All right, let us really take stock.
The paunch. Its there. Threatening to balloon in to unmanageable proportions. Well, if you give that puppet life by feeding it with your one hand cheese and more cheese and the other hand tolerates it willingly, typing these meaningless posts, then I guess it can be called 'unmanageable'.
Heck, I am a would be manager, among many other would-bes. I, of all people, ought to know. It is my paunch after all.
So it is an obsession with figure then? I do not know. I do not think so.
Cleaned my room. Well, gave the chaos some direction. Did not find shards of my heart I suspected I would chance upon. Did find two month old slices and bits of pizza from the era of PPTs. It all seems so far away. All that build up. And to what end?
A mid year review.
Bleak. Bleak. Bleak.
"Sell" is my recommendation. Depends on your call. Bail out while you can I say. Pile on the paranoia.
The sky might as well fall on our heads.
Take stock. Get a grip. Burn some rubber. Hit the road. Run like rest is death.
Where am I? Ahmedabad.
What am I doing? Philosophising. Or otherwise pursuing 'management studies'. Practicing sanity. Preventing pseud-giri.
Why am I doing this? I am yet to find an answer.
What is the question? There are many.
All right, let us really take stock.
The paunch. Its there. Threatening to balloon in to unmanageable proportions. Well, if you give that puppet life by feeding it with your one hand cheese and more cheese and the other hand tolerates it willingly, typing these meaningless posts, then I guess it can be called 'unmanageable'.
Heck, I am a would be manager, among many other would-bes. I, of all people, ought to know. It is my paunch after all.
So it is an obsession with figure then? I do not know. I do not think so.
Cleaned my room. Well, gave the chaos some direction. Did not find shards of my heart I suspected I would chance upon. Did find two month old slices and bits of pizza from the era of PPTs. It all seems so far away. All that build up. And to what end?
A mid year review.
Bleak. Bleak. Bleak.
"Sell" is my recommendation. Depends on your call. Bail out while you can I say. Pile on the paranoia.
The sky might as well fall on our heads.
Take stock. Get a grip. Burn some rubber. Hit the road. Run like rest is death.
I like to move it
Watched Madagascar yesterday. So I am like 3 years behind civilization or what?
Anyway, it is not the best of animation movies but nice to watch anyway. The sound track 'I like to move it' is instantly addictive.
I like to move it, move it!!
And the same song set to a penguin's dance. Whats with the penguins anyway? Is it because I am looking like one, day by day? This fellow sure wants to move it. Move it!!
Anyway, it is not the best of animation movies but nice to watch anyway. The sound track 'I like to move it' is instantly addictive.
I like to move it, move it!!
And the same song set to a penguin's dance. Whats with the penguins anyway? Is it because I am looking like one, day by day? This fellow sure wants to move it. Move it!!
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