CHANGE OF THEME, JOB, HOUSE, MIND & EVERYTHING

I realised that bitching about life will take this blog no where....!!!! and so I think I will write about more realistic things practical things like the man on mars, cities on jupiters' moon etc etc. These topics are more close to the hearts of the masses. I mean isn't this why Batmans and spidermans do better and earn bigger than the most of us "THE PLEBIANS".

I guess this is my first blog after landing at Mumbai. I therefore think that a lot of days need to be captured in this blog meaning that this one is also going to be as big and unreadable as the rest....HMMMM. So what and so who cares....This is my board, this is where I write, This is where I say things which other wise I cant and now is when I should stop bullshitting and get on with serious writing....again a "something" that I am incapable of...

Okay so I landed my incredibly ravaged back side here at Mumbai on the 6th of May. I had to join this company that selected me out of 30 odd guys or probably more (I dont remember coz I was proverbially high...not on the acheivement albeit on a concoction called "Buddha papa")to work for them here (as in Mumbai). I was happy that they found me capable or so to say. Infact I f*&^ bothered about it....I was infact happy that I was able to hide my incapability...Who ever thought that somebody like me is even going to get a job ??? Incongruous bastards.....They always saw it coming and were always sckeptical that I was gonna walk away with all they had. So here I was with all my where withall and ready to join "CORPORATE".

Till now the only corporate feel I had was courtsey the movie Corporate and also by virtue of my breif stint with the corporate pygmy called (mmm lets not play names here...!!!).It was more of a swindling organisation than a training one. But whatever. I was soon out of it and this relationship broke without a drop of tear shed. Anyways so here I was in Mumbai ready to join another " Corporate"!!!!

The day I joined I was given a welcome by the existing staff, esp the senior guys at that branch......The juniors were actually so lost that they did not have the time to observe and even if there were a few who did, they only stayed away thinking that there was one more guy appointed to add to there already overflowing pots of woes...I thought to myself that a good place to make a good start. Mind you all, I had absolutely no idea as to what did these guys do for a living. I only knew that they sold "Insurance".

Coming to that word "Insurance". I was told that it was the best product that one could sell. That selling such a novel product was the most noble job that one could do. I felt elated to be a part of the team. I seriously began to speculate as to why had I not joined it before if it was as noble as they made it sound. I was happy for once after a along time of dragging my sorry arse through the alleys of IIML.

Ten days into the noble profffession and I suddenly realized that the walls of my dreams had started to crumble before my very own eyes. The juniors at office realized that I was not the fucker they thought I would be, the seniors realized that I was not the type they could fuck around with and I realized that this was not the fuck that I wanted to be in. So my juniors called sales managers started to get pally, my seniors started to get distant, and I started thinking that I needed to change my job.Someplace I thought I could plan,devise stratgise....high hopes but still do able. On the hind sight I beleive that I could have done the same at the insurance company aswell but then I realized that it would need time. This time was intended to cater not only for me to find my corporate legs but also for my prospective clients to reaffirm their faiths in a collapsible and gullible financial market where millions had lost millions.

The elation that I have previously mentioned at being a part of a team was entirely lost because I was required to make a team. I would more like describe the team as a hunting party because all that this team was intended to do like other teams was to find unsuspecting gullible people (read morons) who would fall prey to the avarice of the corporate, who inturn would feed its very own insatiable thirst for wealth and would depart with the entire lives savings of the so called "enterprising people" (I prefer to call them moronic bastards) who gave the corporate their money hoping that it grew.

Why does it happen I think???? And I realise that people in general,(more realisation)are greedier than they ought to be especially when it comes to making money.That may be because creation of wealth is the sole intended purpose of a good economy. I beleive that its a curse too. Is that why some economists classify everything that leads to human welfare as wealth. I think its more of a guilt realisation coz these guys would have realised that wealth as defined by economics doesnot subscribe to todays world. In todays world wealth equals moolah equals luxury equals disparity equals a complete divide. Some would think that I am being a pessimist but I feel that I am just being realistic (and hello this time its not like the spiderman realism....).

I feel that in todays world every other method that generates money be it good or bad, is considered correct and termed as business. Each business or atleast the ones being run in this country in these times feed on the ignorance of the masses. The greed of such businesses is overcome by feeding it the greed among individuals. Its money all the way ye and the more you con the more you will get seems to be the word in todays financial markets. Experts eating away huge chunks of pie that otherwise should have gone to those who helped creating them. I guess thats the price one ought to pay for ignorance for as someone rightly said "ignorance is not a bliss".

Being able to see your dreams or more like hopes squander seriously jeopardises ones chance of progression. But not this time and not with me. The challenge was thrown and I accpeted it with open arms (Didn't have a choice guys !!!). Then began the rigorous process of team building. Interviewing almost 25 - 30 guys every day asking them the same questions over and over again, seeing desperation in every guy who entered, hope on their faces the moment they left the interviewing venue, happiness on their selection, disappointment on rejection. My life was one big clock. two necessarily followed by three and preceded by two again and again and again. I wanted out, but not yet just not yet.

I intended to select the best not realizing that this is civil, not realizing that these people were used to the crporate, not realizing that I was looking for a unicorn among mules and donkeys. A fascinating tribe where I did find five donkeys who held the promise of transformation into unicorns. I liked them and they liked the job (It si to be understood that they had no choice).....Anyways so here was a half team or the hunting party, MY HUNTING PARTY and we started our hunts.

What followed at the sequence of events not in the order of occurence will be the matter for my next blog. Time to go and blow some smoke to clear my head and fog my lungs a wee bit more......

FESTIVAL AT IIM

Hey people I am back again with another piece of great story. The story about the festival at IIM Lucknow. It was called the "MANFEST". I always thought that the name is kind of gayish but then who the fuck is bothered. The thing lasted for three days and was packed with..mmmmm lets say all the fun that there can be .Plays,dances,metal band show etc etc. The only thing missing was "erotica" but again who cares.On second thoughts there was erotica too but at the private levels.Every one had their picks and choices and man it was great to be there for it..I mean the festival.

The first thing that caught my eye was the play presented by our insti guys. They delved into the realms of explaining and portraying the life of the Indian soldiers and the humanitarian grounds of soldiering. I think however that it was more like hey look people what crazy nuts are these soldiers.They get fucked and fucked again and again and still they are dumb enough to continue getting fucked. The highlight was that there were a few citizens who suddenly realized that "oh shit man" these soldiers are the best that happened to us, but again it only happened when these suckers took the bullet and kicked the buckets of their life. Not to great I would say. Somebody strewing flowers on my grave after I am dead and that too because of the same people who are flowering my grave. Some crazy shit.....!!!!! But speaking of the performances these guys were kinda good.Kudos to them and fuck the story.

The next thing was the metal show and this was like the dope of the entire show. Great bands man. What leads and base...the riff was all to mind blowing....There was this band called the Illuminati from bangalore and these guys were the best I have seen on the indian curcuit. Anyways we had a blast and on dope and rum all else seems heavenly.......whatever...check you guys out later

Hi people, today I am going to tell you that what an MBA means.The title of todays composition is the moral, summary,conclusion and every other thing that it can be. How often does it happen? Not many a times I think!!! Anyways so here it goes

I came here (IIML) on the 18th of October in the year of our lord 2008. It was the lords year or the devils is yet to be decided.However for all practical purposes we shall consider it to be the year of our lord. After all we are all good human beings with great intents (Is that a joke!!!). Anyways the first day was like wow what an amazing place.Great campus, good food and all. What the heck I thought. Afterall this was what I wanted after living like a sea dog for nearly 7 years. Trust me somehow or the other I always sailed to hitherto unknown places. Unknown as in to normal people. Has someone heard of "mayabunder". I have. I do not want to take the credit for it any how. The navy of the weird and the queer gave me the chance to feast my eyes on the lavish paradise of nothing and at no where. That life was something I readily bartered for my present day position. But "our lord" has his own games to play. I did not know of it till on the 20th of October I met the guys in my class. All of them were men and women in uniform or recently out of it, or so it seemed. Every one was starry eyed, dreams in their heads, wishes in their heart, hopes to live up to and ambitions that could have belittled Alexander the great or looking at these people i would say Alexander "the not so great". Come on guys after all what did he do? Conquered the world? thats it? Let me tell you the people here are capable of doing that twice over. Some of them might even become "masters of the Universe" with a subtle difference of being "Skeletors" rather than "he/she-men/woman". But each of them I later realised could become a he/she-women/men". This is probably what most of these guys and women are.

Anyways there were 65 of these starry eyed duds in the class and in came the programme director. He seemed to be a great guy with a lot of besmirked look on his face and his words did little to hide it as well. like every other normal person he seemed to think that people from defence are good at their jobs only.Meaning they are useless else where. Infact the very fact that we cleared the "DGR" exam rather than CAT to come here was a matter of concern for him. However the inevitable had happened and the great band of brigands was here. All that the poor man could do was to welcome us and invite anarchy '08 along with us. Let me tell you guys that its very easy for the pongos/the sailors and the eagle warriors to create anarchy. After all they have lived in anarchy all their lives. So whatever. So here we are being welcomed and all and taken for tea and all and so the day was over. No subjective education the first day. Only instruction on "how not to create trouble", on "how to live like normal human beings" and on"the many ways of getting thrown out of this place". So with all this knowledge we came back wishes in our prayers, dream in our.....blah blah blah.

Day 2 and everafter

The second day had arrived no sooner than the first passed and again the "band of warriors" made themselves available at the designated class room. This place, as in the classroom is a big hall kind of a place with long tables and great couch like chairs arranged in step orderly manner. Not that it matters but yet it seemed to be a big change from the dinghy wardroom or the office set ups that these people are used to. For that matter I would not even know if those that come from god forsaken places like kashmir and all even have an office. So this class is like a big change that seemed to augur well for our future. This fallacy was to be shattered in the days to come. About the same time we came to know that Lehman brothers had closed shop and the wall street was burning. Our very own BSE was like crawling and the market was bracing itself for a major recession. This was purely coincidental or timed with precision is known only to our maker. So here were "we" who had come to prepare for a corporate life and it seemed as if the corporate world was actually preparing to lock us out for good. So much for the first few days. The smog of liquidity crisis still hangs over. The corporate sector seems blinded by the sudden flashes of devastation which has left thousands jobless. Not that I am really bothered about it but again if one looks at it then it is worth noticing that the moment we leave this place we will face these jobless people in the corporate world and its going to be like WW III. So I just hope that these IIM guys pack us up with enough ammo to last us and make us emerge as victors

That again was digressing, but its something that cannot be helped. Think of it, its like the web of our lives where every thing is related to every other thing. Its like an microcosm in a macrocosm or even the other way. I really don't know as to where we are going. Although the impetus has been to do the right and become better people socially, economically, and all other wise yet what happens is something that is unknown to us. Its like sitting on a boat paddling to get to the other side and yet not knowing the outcome because may be the streams too fast or may be too slow, or may be even that we are waddling on a river thats gone dry and has only sand and no water and we continue to waddle in the mirage, or even plain simply there might not be any other side. Spiritual stuff yes but is there any other respite or more sanely lets just think or ask if there is any other way to seek an answer. Is that why the metaphysical holds the lure of salvation when practicality suggests that there is no such alternative.

I would like at this point divert from my wonky ideating brain and turn my attention to our days further into the course. Its late at night and the speaker is wailing out the rumble of "zara si dil mein jagah tu" from the motion picture "Race" and I aqua scorpion deal with the wonder that is life. The cloud of smoke hangs over me as I sit here drunk in my own thoughts wishing fervently that hope prevails. What will happen is "que sera sera" but still

The Place The People

Well having rattled about my longings to be here at the IIM, I must tell you guys and gals that I am finnaly here "to change unpermeably". You will know of it if you guys have been following my blogs. Well, now that I am here I find myself in unchartered waters. Navigable they are but one does not really know where the channel is. The chances of grounding are immense and the probability of collision diverse. As luck would have it I have already navigated the first term and hopefully other terms shall follow suit. I however would like to tell you all about my 'diverse collisions".
I am sure that one can fairly assume that this place is as livid as a village fair. The conundrum of voices rattling out financial magic, chanting marketing mantras and communicating the corporate way shatter the silence of the solemn place that is the location of this "insti" as everyone calls it. Beyond this everyone and everything in physical and metaphysical terms are probably the same and comparable to the outside world. The boys are the same and the girls too. Similar are their ways of practicing the ritual pre-mating (read pre-nuptial) vagaries. the boisterous boys and the frail girls how ever are a rarity. This part of the world witnesses more boisterous girls and frail boys. If that is a corporate requirement then only Bill gates/Anil Ambani will be judicious enough to judge the discrepancy and pass verdict. Aqua scorpion is naive!!! or atleast in this case.
That was a fair digression! Coming back to the point of my collisions. Let me tell you that everyone here is in a state of Brownian motion, floating incessantly in the colloidal solution of wisdom.These particles(that is how we shall from now on refer to individuals for the sake of clarity), are bound to collide in this set up. What forms next is a question that cannot be answered in general. The results can be highly creative to down right devastating. How?I shall describe that in a short while from now.
Imagine a fast girl particle hitting a good boy particle. The momentum is transferred to the good boy particle and it moves in the direction of the girl particle. They may or may not end up like a molecule. If they do then they eventually lose momentum and settle down on or near the periphery of the colloidal soup. In a totally different case the boy particle may gain sufficent energy/momentum to catch up with the girl particle but eventually loses momentum due to collisions with the various other boy particles that are moving in the same direction as itself ie in the direction of the girl particle. A totally different scene emerges when a very fast moving girl particle hits a stationary boy particle(Note:this guy is stationary because he's studious, socially accepted as a "good boy",and is here to earn name and fame for himself and his family. Such boy particles are characterized by such features as deeply emotional, sentimental or more specifically mentally unstable!!!! that is in not so rare chronic cases). The collision results in de-fragmentation of the boy particle since its inherent latency does not allow it or say hinders it from reaching the girl particle. This de-fragmentation can take place in many ways like, hanging from the fan, jumping from the top floor and in some bizarre cases by urinating over a heater. In yet another kind of collisions called "lucky-collisions",the guy particle gets "lucky". In such cases it gets to form the molecule and as another girl particle hits the molecule the extant molecule gives way to a new molecule minus the previous girl particle. Now what needs to be seen is whether collisions are capable of producing one guy two girl molecule. It is considered highly unlikely because each girl particle repels the other and tries to damage the boy particle as it leaves the molecule making way for the formation of a newer molecule. Conditions involving one girl and multi boy molecules are found to exist although rarely. Certain bizarre on campus scientists hypothesize that it is possible to produce a boy-boy molecule, or a multi boy molecule as well. However the existence of such molecules in the present colloid is yet to be confirmed. It is assumed that the right conditions for such reactions are not prevalent in the present matrix. One can however not rule out such collisions and therefore possibilities of such molecules.

More about cllision with eprsonal example in the next post. For all my readers I shall also "bitch" in the next post about the unsavory particles encountered here.......so stay tuned...
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I am all confused....what about it????

hookay so whats up guys......I am sure everone is having a good time??? eh!! so am I!!! Well I never started blogging to say what people wanted to hear. It was rather the opposite. Anyways I am in a good mood and the colloquial "Old Monk" has done a good job. So how do you guys think is it gonna be for all of us? Are we like going to study and the probably get married go steady get divorced(or not), Have kids(or not), and then mebbe get working till we scrape our backs off and retire to our old age shelters, and then die of ol' age or mebee even contemplate suicide or say even do it? Is that it? Thats boring buddies!!! Has to be something different, i think so!!!But the recent trends prove otherwise. The market going down and marriages going sour....parents takin' a lickin', and all the bad stuff...sounds bad. But I guess there is still something that drives some kind of a sembelance into this frenzied, chaotic nebbulous life.....What is it? I wanna know. U see we can say so many things. You know like we are so advanced and that we know a lot, and science is doing great and blah blah blah...but seriously where are we. I mean I think that I am pretty much educated to make my own decisions but still I am at a loss. Why/ I dont know...Is it that i am lost? (dont know)....!!!I mean why am I even writing this shit? Dont know!!! Its weird this whole world has got sceintific basis for operating the way it is. It has moral basis for the same. We have ethics and we have a God....still things are pretty much stupid...why? I was told we are the most intelligent among animals.....doest not look that way!!! We are sadder than the saddest of all the miniscule creatures... Thats not me but I see it all round. Look at paul coelho who wrote the  Alchemist...I mean what did he have in mind to tell us that something else governs us and that we do exactly what we were meant to do.? I mean how ridiculous is that or say how right is that? Again dont know!!! I mean are we even in charge of ourselves? If not then why not? Why should not we be in charge......... I mean I know that if I write about some contemporary stuff and something that relates physically/emotionally...People would really read but what about our own self..There is so much confusion in my head and heart..and am sure the same holds true for evry one of us and still we are like duds , keeping shut all the while and doing nothing about it. We for gods sake dont even say it.....please for crying out loud. In the long and short of it the story boils down to a simple fact that we think that our being here is our privillege and that we can just live this life like drab and push off. i do not think so...Each one of us is here to do something. What is it is for us to know.....Again whos telling us that? I feel so lost!!! I mean I really dont know whats to be done...If only I knew what I had to do I would do it..... I am going crazy I guess.....but arnt we all....Its just a matter of time.........Well the future remains dark and its que sera sera.....So lets jus say we shall wait till that next time I feel good enough to write agin.....The next time I am gonna tell you guys about all the different guys I meet and how and why they do what they do.....I mean thats even more wierd but so is life. Anyways till then signing off and even if I dont make sense bear with me...The best shall come forth and it shall be "the Best' ever..........take care dude and gals and have fun. Life is yours live it your way. In fact 'Live like theres no tomorrow, Dream like You are gonna live forever"...dosveidania

Permeating Change to Change Unpermeably

Well guys and girls, its a rare pleasure to put forth my views on subject that promises to change my life and the lives of about 64 other people who have come together to make their existence worth consideration of those whose lives are going to be touched by the individuals who form a part of the group le 64. Well our lives were probably the same. A country we loved a population we served and a life we lived, were probably more or less similar. A life in uniform and a profession of arms is something that not all can boast of living and doing. Today however we stand at the cross roads of destiny. A time ahead that we expect to be as exiting as our past, and challenges bigger than we ever faced before. So here we come to IIM Lucknow to strengthen our will and bolster our intellectual platforms so that we go out as men and women not only of substance but of substantial intellectual abilities and professional grace. The thought of doing so itself is daunting for it demands unwaivering attention and dedication. However the focus is there and the determination is strong for we all know that what we do now shall echo in the eternity. So here we are permeating change unto ourselves so the we change unpermeably, because to allow change within us to be permanent would be our insurance for the future and the only reason why we will survive like no one ever before.