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!!