A lame sonnet!

Happy is the guy who is in the pink of health
Not the person drowned in the sea of wealth
What everyone needs is a peace of mind
Mixed with love and sprinkled with wine
Lucky is the soul who is loved to the core
Not the Investment banker who strays alone!

Year 2009, the time is sweet and is right
To forget worries and give a strong fight
Sweets and celebration: both have come
Confused are few, Merry are some!
Blank out the stocks and the financial downturn
Guess what; you have got an intellectual upturn
Think aside and you’ll find a reason to smile
Stick to the reason and keep it for a while!

(Inspired by a Sight at IIMA)

Carnival of Яust !

I heal under the open sky
I look at the bird soaring high
Rusted, bruised and devoured
Often wondering about time, people and life
About feelings, thoughts, situations.

I watch movies of different genres
I sing songs without knowing the lyrics
I talk things that confuse even me
Realizing that the mind has immense force
The creator of every need & the whole thought.

I feel educated to the minimum level
To survive, live and breathe for heaven
I have parts working in proper order
Only to deceive me at times of polar.

I question myself and seek an answer
I share thoughts with people unknown
I get ideas but no clear reason
I sense the same ole confusion.

No path is the correct path
No colour is the right colour
No answer is right enough
No discussion gives a justifying verdict
No Logic is convincing forever

I thought for a long while
I found my answer in the common cry
Out of the cocoon the cells shouted
Happiness is what we desire
To be loved and to be free at all times.

(Inspired by the movie: Into the Wild)

Common Sense.

An Obituary printed in the London Times - Interesting and sadly rather true.

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

ummm... I liked da piece of ..

The November Song

Last yr:

They say that life is an ellipse.. its not straight, its not round.. We had a similar path this trimester.. supposedly the sportmester.. Everyone is jovial n rejuvenated.. lotza gung ho around!
‘ Hey whenz da match?’ seems to be the common anthem this month..Previously we had’nt seen the morning sun even durin da examz.. but we r on da ground to watch the daybreak n to play cricket with drizzles of water soothing our sportive spirits.Many of us have clinched some coveted companies durin da summer process.. or some companies were good enough to clench coveted students… for the rest dere r gud dayz ahead…

The sprightliness is awesome for dese Mba dayz.. all r relaxed n living their instinctive lives..I guess Innovation needs this kind of ambience ..again novel things r yet to be seen..

We watched some of the good movies together n some dearest ones in our own comfort.. ‘The Illusionist’ proved that everything was a delusion..’Phonebooth’ boosted our morale.. ‘Feast of Love’ gratified me ….n the ‘New world’…. just made me revalue Colin Farrell! I am a maniac to see some of the beauteous hollywood movies .. nice story plot.. enough matter for the grey cells n heart.. nice method of story-telling and the presence of god-like actors n carnal deities!

In some remote sense only SRK compeers them.. A toast to him on his birthday from an ardent fan !
‘The infectious enthusiasm and the bundles of energy that this man exudes could easily serve a lesson for many youngsters today’…. Damn Ryt!!

The moments n the joys’ll be refilled!

This yr:

Things have changed. Topsy-turvy is an understatement. Last year at this point of time, I was relaxing and reiterating my Manipal days. The song was load, the thoughts were bold, and the time was easy.

oops.. MBA.. I guess I am graduating at a weird time. The banks have fallen, the placement scenario is not very peppy and the minds are unrest. Talks at every corner and the common link : Placement.

Engrossed in my college work, which includes lugubriously mailing habits, talks with more number of people, attending phone calls at times when I am in wrong positions at inconvenient places and analysing the college Budget, I am unable to give time to myself. May be I am missing a Sunday sleep, a saturday party and a Monday Bunk. I hope I could stay off from the laptop as my eyes have not been cooperative these days. The schedule is so horrible that I take a longer time in choosing classes than attending them. People around add to the stress levels , the unadulterered fun is missing. The talks have the common threads, the novelty has vaporised.

I feel a lil dull.. a lil bored.. a lil tired and a lil S%&$#...

au revoir,

A tired mortal

Chaos Theory ..

Diary,

Its been a while ... 10 days of introspection.. I wouldn't get the similar experience again.. thanks to the germs i acquired from kerela and Bangalore.. Now I can tell from experience how it feels to be blind. I suffered from conjunctivitis... got some alien germinal infection... auch!!

MBA...Madura Garments... Peter England... Kedar Apshankar... Club 9...Le Rock... Purple Haze.. Kaulkutta... City Centre... IT symposium.... IMF... Fights... Heights.... Beers..Cheers.. Juniors..PDPs..Prizes.. Chases...Freshers.. Reverse Freshers...HOSTELs...AC room.. awesome roomie... Quizzing... Competitions...Friendship Day... Nalban...Singapore... Kuala Lumpur... Birthday celebration... Suntec City.... Air India express cancelled.... Chennai... Sexu... Rainforest restaurent... Besant Nagar Beach.. Baywatch...Treasury.. Sponsorships... Headaches.. Body aches.. La martiniere's Party... Uninvited Guests.. Forbidden Land of Kolkata... Fever.. Workshops.. Chennai.. Gandhi Beach... Spencers.... Tamil Nadu.. Kerela... Munnar.. Kochi.. Ernakulam Railway Guest House..... Port Visit... Kerela Chapathis... South Indian Bars... Bangalore... Melodrama... Gaurav's Farewell..Manipal Get-together.. Sriz's Fight...Again Cell Phone... Di's Treat... Home sweet Home... Blind with affection.... Sister's Teases..Injections... Bed-rest with Cell Phone on the ring.... and thoughts.... life.... Life... LIFE.... LIFEEEEE.

Breakfast...Medicines... Sleep.. think... Listen to Music... Lunch... Medicines... Injections... Doctors... Bed rest... Evening tea.. Phone Calls... Goof ups.. Smiles...Jokes.. Sleep... Dinner... Medicines... Eye Drops...ointments.. Sleep... Droning of Mosquitos.. Silence.. My sneeze... and Smiles....

this was the first time I had to close my eyes for such a long time...


... I'll catch up after a shower..

Revelling the rides of Insanity...

I wake up early and wait for the bus,

I land in office with much ruckus.

I plug my laptop and make some sound,

My anxiety in the morn has no such bound.

I go out for a coffee with a friend,

Hope that the wait for my guide will soon end.

I come back to my desk and check my mails.

I look around and see only snails.

The voice in the office is on a rise,

With morning haggles and cell phone rings.

I stick to my routine of work and play,

Ma heart loathes the work; it always sings.

Marketing they say is so deep and vague,

To find a solution and then keep a gauge.

Google is god when secondary research comes,

And then my mind struggles across the river Somme.

I wait for the lunch as interns get together,

I will miss the talks and the slangs forever.

The times with Chandru I’ll never forget,

When I wash my hands and light a cigarette.

I look up to Sid for his gentleman-ship,

Dude, I promised you of my friendship.

Viraj seems to be in the warehouse,

Often I wonder: Is he relaxing in his house?

Yohan is the guy who talks like me,

I respect you man; you take it from me.

Manoj has always been dear to me,

No matter what others said, he will like me.

Akila is the girl with brains and mind,

I wished she was a little more kind.

A missy from pune is learning the skills of HR,

Hello darling: You should pick up a bit of PR.

The MI-CAn lass, Shravya is on cloud number 9,

I hope she wouldn’t mind if I take her for a wine!

I get drunk and stay in a high,

Sometimes I fly and then give a sigh.

I love this place, for my memoirs here,

And I believe that better moments are yet to come.

People would forget as the time passes by,

Memories would be buried; but not for some.

I ask to my core: Am I crazy or insane?

I am just a student, a little more humane.

(Dedicated to my fellow interns at ABG)

A lousy Saturday afternoon..

So ma first week of internship during the course of my 1st Mba is over… phew!! Tiring it was! I am loving ma friend’s place as very few have changed. They talk in their usual senses… burst into laughter in the middle of the night.. they do a lot of pulling… one being the leg-pulling.. awesome critics they are and healthy mix of myriad human variety. I have improved in a way that I started loving news … started watching a lot more movies.. and ya.. started celebrating my yester days of Manipal. I would have lost a very important part of my life if I wouldn’t have studied(rather lived) in manipal.. I may repent a thousand times that ma engineering college did not make me an engineer but at the end of the day I am very happy as it has turned me into a sensible sane understanding being with a little exception here and there.

I met a couple of other interns… talked with them… exchanged ideas and finally argued… that makes me a whole Indian… how can I forget ‘The argumentative Indian”??..
I will be the last person to be assigned a project at ma work place.. I still wonder why these things only happen to me?? And every 22 yr guy gets bored if he has no work to do.. he just cannot stare at people… they might think different… he just cannot talk 24*7.. and he just cannot quench his thoughts solely. Gawd, Plz gimme a lil more perseverance although I have much of it…

I will be trying ma best to get ma tickets for the Cricket match to be held at the end of my 2nd week…may be the chance to see SRK ‘live’ for the 1st time… ma friend would be arriving here in some minutes.. n I will be on high for another 2 days… till ma work place joins me on Monday morning.. I am all messed up.. lost ma pen drive again.. dresses are to be ironed… and formal clothing has to be followed in the days to come..

For the past few days I have been thinking that ‘Ignorance is actually bliss’ as knowledge is a curse in some fields. The more you dive into the nitty gritties of business, the more you feel uncomfortable. I still enjoyed my 4:30 evening match in my 7th standard like nothing else. I was carefree, I was passionate and I played spiritedly and I concentrated wholly on ma game.. and during the game I wasn’t thinking anything else.. but the present situation has changed. I am not able to give 100% to ma work. I can give 99% but somewhere the other 1% gets missing which hurts me…oh ho! Everyone says in the interview that they give 100%...even I say so..but actually it gets difficult for me to give ma heart and soul to any work……a) because we have matured and live in complications.
b) the people around us are not the same…
c) Our needs have skyrocketed and d) our dislikes have grown up over the years because of bad experiences….


Chuck it.. no cribbing again!! On being asked why ma silent friend never talked, he answered politely that almost all the students in B-school either do leg-pulling in their leisure or crib all the time… and he doesn’t want to follow the bandwagon… so he prefers to be silent…wow!! No bad! I have a long list of work to complete and a long list of friends to attend to.. after all I am coming to Bangalore again after a full year!!

Confessions of Insanity

Itz a dream to be a normal guy.... to study in ur streamlined field..to have a routine life.. to learn profusely.. n to achieve something you like.. to be obedient to ur parents.. to be a responsible citizen.. to be of average height n weight n with conventional heartbeats... but som etime n somewhere in me dere is a mismatch... ah.. blame it on ma complexed cells of all colours.. grey, yellow n white ones...

I wanted to have a normal day today.. woke up early to attend ma classes.. n even took notes in ma 1st class..but den something went wrong.. I always heard n laughed at stories of people who had bad days n had mismanaged events takin place...but dear Dairy..I admit dat I rarely was a victim of Lady luck all through a single day!

I had to miss ma 2nd class because I was attending nature's call.. kicked off from da class.. had to go to 'Opium' outta frustration... had a quarrel for ma legitimate certificates which were not printed in a particular college..n had to go bak to ma room sulkily...

I was concentrating on a 'Paper' wen suddenly I come to know dat ma fellow mate involved in da same job was out of place... suddenly ma friends call me for some imp job..I deliberately declined..n unconventional events led me to da same place that i loathe the most..

Drunken, we had a weird accident at the parking lot...faced the 'mama' guys in a weird manner..
n da weirdest of the weird events took place simultaneously.. in da same-ole-city-of-joy Kaulkotta!!

I dont wonder y some people r crazy.. dey r not different but dey r juz preys to weird circumstances.. maybe dey r the right guys present at the wrong place n wrong time... may b situation plays pranks on dem..or juz as always the insane people are alwys sure that they r fine. It is only the sane people who r willing to admit that they r crazy.... n dey mess up badly!!