Random Thoughts

Right now I am sitting in the library. It’s really a nice idea to sit in the library, especially in the evening, facing this park or field or whatever and to write for my blog. So I am going to make it a habit to write one or two pages for my blog everyday...well almost.

Today we had a guest lecture. It was a very amazing lecture by a very good speaker. I noticed that half the class was sleeping. I think most of the people are so lost in getting good grades, that anything that is not directly related to grades doesn't interest them. they are not ready to take part in it. Here I don’t want to undermine the importance of grades. I know, grades are “the” most important thing here and I will try my best to graduate from this college with very good grades. But I am shocked to see, how people are not looking for overall improvement in their personality.

By joining this B-school I am paying a huge cost of opportunity. If after two years I don’t see any significant improvement in my personality, in my behavior and in my view point about the world within and outside then I guess it’s not worth doing an MBA.

I know I am giving lot of Gyaan, but today I am in a mood to talk to myself. So readers can simply skip this post.

In the lecture the speaker talked about importance of communication, both written and oral. And I guess I want to improve my written and oral communication skill. That’s a thing I want to do on a high priority basis. I know writing a blog would have very small role in improving my written communication skill. But I guess it would be better than not writing anything at all.

Now let me write something about today’s quiz. I got highest in Economics quiz. No it was not because of hard work. It was smart wrok. I tried studying ecpnomics yesterday night, but somehow I was not able to grasp the subject. May be my retarded mind was a hindrance in the process. But nevertheless I tried till 2am. Yesterday night I declined a daaru invitation, I tried like a fighter. But with that level of preparation I would have got three or four marks.

Today just before the quiz Maniks-the-Mecanics ( ya in India guys have strange names ) gave me a link of a website which had solution to all assignment questions. First tool used for smart work was using network resources, second was effective use of information technology. I did the smart work and mugged up all the answers and solutions. It was not a surprise that nine out of fifteen questions were from the assignments. So I cracked it. I got the highest, this was second time I got highest in my entire life. People also never expected me to get highest, so they started asking for a treat. I was a bit surprised because in every exam someone gets a highest but the whole class never asks for a treat. I guess people have realized what kind of export quality moron I am, who is not expected to get a highest in a small quiz.

“Shall I do anything to change that perception?”
Ya… Its high time I shall do that!

The Great OB Quiz!

For last several days life has become very hectic. With so many companies coming for summer placements, everyday I have to wear formals and have to attend PPTs. On most of occasions companies are not even short listing me. This whole thing leaves me in a very contemplative mood. After every rejection I go back to my room, lie down on my bed and start staring at the ceiling. At times I try to count the rpm of ceiling fan, while thinking about purpose of my life.

I always wonder what kind of job would suit my temperament. I think I would love the job of being a male domesticated dog, just like Jango. (By the way day before yesterday I observed that jango is planning to start a family. My best wishes are always with him.) Or may be I would love to be an usher in a cinema hall. That ways I would get to see the first day first show of any mithun da movie.

When I look around in IMT and think about the most meaningful job being performed by a person, I think the security guard standing near J-block gate is doing the most fulfilling job. I guess his sole objective is to prevent all suttabaaj and daarubaj from opening J-block gate. At times during the acute crisis we have tried all persuasive skills to convince him to open that gate, but he protects the gate as if it’s a door to heaven and he has been asked to protect all menkas and urvashis from daarubaj like us.

There are other meaningful jobs in IMT as well but about them I would be able to write only if I am planning to make my life even more difficult.

All my friends are getting into this habit of being rejected and then feeling low. After guys feel low, they drink, and they drink like fish. So I have been drinking more vodka than drinking water for last five days. Mathew has discovered a new place, where one can drink without being disturbed. Ya… that’s rooftop of J-block. So for last five days me, Mathew, Deepak lie down on the rooftop, in minimal clothing. Mathew has also devised a new law, that friends should drink from the same glass. So he makes very strong drinks and we spend our night talking about OB, MM and other projects. If Mathew’s GF is reading this, then I want to tell her that Mathew has a very dangerous habit of walking on the railing of roof after drinking ten pegs of Vodka.

Today also they are all drinking at the same place while I am writing this post. I have decided not to drink till my end-sem is over.

The reason why I have taken such a harsh decision is a bit weird. I will tell you what happened. Sunday evening we came to know that there were two quizzes scheduled for Monday. Till now I had studied well for each quiz and could manage average marks. I was planning to finish my OB project as soon as possible and start my preparation for the quiz. Then the usual thing happened. Mathew invited me for Vodka. As he feels so low these days, I decided to accept his invitation. We went to a nearby dhaba, brought food and Vodka. I don’t know how much I drank, but I was completely drunk. I tried to do my FAM assignment after that, and then slept for three hours. In a B-school you hardly get to sleep, so true in a way!

Next morning I had a severe hang over, I was completely stoned and I could feel the presence of high quality alcohol in my blood. Somehow I could manage to login for the quiz. My vision was blur and I was almost in a state of a trance. Then OB quiz started. As usual I looked at the number of questions and time. There were ten questions to be done and time provided was twenty minutes. I felt relieved thinking that I would be able to complete the paper even with such high level of alcohol in my body. Suddenly Pushpendra Sir came near me and said: “good work Kshitij.”

“May be he is trying to be sarcastic after seeing me so drunk”, I thought in the middle of the quiz and I looked at him with those bewda looks.
“good work done in the project”, he repeated again realizing about my mentally retarded state of mind.
Before I could have reacted he was gone. After some twenty five years somebody complimented me for my work. I remember last time I was praised for the sand castle I had made while I was two years old. It was a castle in which there were doors from four sides…ok ok I wont tell you about the secret design of my castle.

So after Sir left me, I started wondering why he praised me, as it was a group project and Ankit, Shuryabir, Aritri and GV had given their blood for this project. They worked harder than me and they didn’t drink vodka also. In the quiz only I realized how unfair it is to give the credit to the captain if Indian cricket team wins from Bangladesh. After all its team effort, Boss.

My thought process was interrupted by the timer. I had done two questions in five minutes. I was a little behind time as there were two minutes for each questions. I did a few more questions with my stoned mind and all of a sudden the rules of the game changed. Three minutes left and I had to do twelve questions. Or may be my kidneys were working double shift and alcohol in my blood was coming down. I realized that I had read the instructions wrongly. It was ten minutes and twenty questions.

Suddenly I was in the middle of a crisis. But let me tell you folks in crisis if you have some vodka inside, your mind will work with lot of creativity. Answers were coming from my subconscious or rather unconscious mind. I finished the quiz in time and could manage to score really good marks.

It was an experience…really an experience to be remembered forever. Now I have decided that I will drink only before papers which require use of unconscious mind and which have ten questions to be done in twenty minutes!

Mentally Challenged!!!

Can you spot the mentally retarded guy in this picture. Ya, thats me. See how khatarnak my looks are. Now you would be able to understand my stories better. Because of my short, dark,fat and ugly looks girls stay away from me. See in this picture also all the girls are standing at least six feet away from me. Still I am center of their attention. Let me tell this to all IMT girls:
"you can love me or you can hate me, but you can't ignore me!"

Golf Of Course

MM Project, GV & Me The Anti-Social Loafers

This post was written a few days back but then I didn’t have time to upload it so I am uploading it now.

Today I had a very different kind of experience. For the first time in my entire life I went to a girl’s hostel. When I was in IIT I used to dream about going to GH but no one ever invited a creature like me. I spent four years there without going inside any of the rooms of GH. I could only go inside corridor of GH, that too during election time. Ya… to paste posters of candidates of my choice.

So here in IMT when the moment I was invited in GH I felt a sense of euphoria…same euphoria Saurab Da must have felt while removing his t-shirt after winning a match. No, I didn’t think about removing my t-shirt as I am too afraid of dis-com (disciplinary committee).

Before I go any further in the story let me give you some background. I am a guy who comes from a very backward village. I have done my initial schooling from a place which doesn’t have electricity till date. (what an example of India shining.)
So in my entire life I haven’t interacted much with girls except my two sisters and my girlfriend.

So before I was coming to IMT one of my best friend Animesh, who did his MBA from ISB, told me that I should make it a point that I interact with babes in IMT. (Yes Ani always refers to girls as babes.)

“I am not comfortable in talking to girls, then why do I need to talk to them”, I asked like a village boy.
“you are not comfortable in talking to girls, that’s the precise reason why you should make it a point to interact with girls, firstly its much more fun to have a few girls in your group, secondly once you go in corporate world, in order to be more efficient you got to be very comfortable with all kind of people”, he said in a very philosophical tone.

I take Ani’s advice very seriously so once I came to IMT I tried talking to girls. What kind of disaster it was, I have already written about it in my last post.

Now let me take you to my class room. It was our fourth or fifth MM class. Groups for project had to be formed. I don’t know why Deepak did not include me in his group. I felt depressed because of his behavior. And you know guys whenever I feel depressed I turn to only one guy in IMT. That’s GV. I told GV that no one was ready to take me in his group.

“chill out yaar, no one is taking me either. Let me add some spice in your life”, he said with mischievous smile on his face.

“What do you mean”, I asked GV, knowing that MM project was last thing he was thinking about.

“What do you think of those two girls”, he asked pointing towards two of our classmates.
“hmmm… they are among the most beautiful girls in our campus”, I said without any emotions, fearing to be judged by GV.

“If you think IMT girls are beautiful then wait till you meet my DU friends”, “don’t have this small village boy mentality”, he said in a very gyani mode.
I felt ashamed of being honest in front of GV.

I asked him why he was asking all that. “what if these two girls become our MM project partners” he asked very objectively.
“why would they become our project partners, we are famous as bhasad, darubaaj. We are rather infamous”.

“the way you think no one wants to take you in his project, these girls might also be thinking that no one wants to take them, play on somebody else’s insecurities boss”, he said thoughtfully.

“But both of them have so many admirers, anyone would like to include them in his group”, I asked like a four year old child.
“Boss they even might not be knowing that they are beautiful or intelligent or whatever, everybody has his or her own complexes”, GV told me in the voice of a MM instructor.

Finally I told GV that I was not comfortable in working with girls and as a result project would suffer. He also told me that I should be comfortable, He told me that I need to grow up.

Then before I could realize it GV convinced Shublina and Priyanka to become our project partners. I tell you guys GV’s charm works. I guess its tall dark handsome funda or may be the way he handles the situation. I mean I need to learn lot of things from him.

As it is I am very shy in talking to girls and GV does not have time for either project or IMT girls (that’s why he goes to delhi and noida so frequently, he says he goes to chill out.), so we didn’t have any project meeting till last Friday.

At times I tried doing the whole project alone. Firstly, because topic is something very close to my heart, those who know me they know how much I love PVR. And secondly I was hesitant in calling a project meeting.

We never visited PVR because I never took an initiative. Many a times I went to PVR all alone, trying to figure out its consumers and trying to figure out how consumer preferences are changing. People say that I have an eye for detail, so I tried my best to capture details of PVR, JAM and other multiplexes.

Let me be honest guys, I never even thought of asking these girls to go to PVR for the project. I mean going to PVR had always been a memorable experience for me…I still remember I used to wait for hours sitting at the stairs of Priya waiting for my girlfriend, and she was never on time.

Last Friday I almost panicked as I was realizing that my project was much more difficult than Nirma, “Nimbu ki shakti” or any other popular brand. I was not able to figure out what to write or do in the project.

So I decided to call a project meeting. Since then it had been a roller coaster ride…will write more very soon, so wait for more!