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)