My MBA Days

As the title suggests this is going to give a glimpse of the first month of my MBA days. What a month!!!!! Tiring, hectic, fun, starvation and now anger describe it aptly.And all packed in just one month.Wow!!!! The whole process of waking up for the 8 o'clock class is what I dread. What wud I've done without my alarm clock ( well clocks rather) and my friend who gives me a lift every morning.The lift is like a boon since your truly hates walking and cycling.....too much of an effort basically...... not my style..... :)

The classes which happen till late in the evening makes me tired like hell especially after the wonderful time I had in my final semester of MSc. Only solace is that I can tell my parents and relatives proudly that how busy Iam. Well, it gives them the impression that it's something worthwhile that Iam doing here. Although I have my own doubts about it. But let's not get into all that as it kind of depresses me. So that explains that why it is tiring and hectic.

Now, the starvation part. I cant fathom the reason but it seems like none of my classmates understand the concept called 'LUNCH'. Every meeting, extra class(gosh i hate this word) etc have to scheduled at that time. It really kills me.....but have to do without it :( . Moreover i really don't fancy the concept of walking up to the hostel for lunch. Nevertheless, it has been fun as well. The recent movie trip at night was great fun as it was something I haven't done till now.

But offlate some class politics rather some bitching going on in the class is spoiling the fun.But then thats part n parcel of life where u have to coexist which such elements. Huh.......but for how long will I be able to maintain my composure is the million dollar question now......

Nicely sums up the month but with the exams knocking on the doors plenty of action is on the offering. Watch out this space for more news.....


P.S The title was the first thing I wrote this time. Yeyyy!!!! see my MBA stint already helps......I am sure I will improve.

Promise!

Woods are lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
Miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep..........................

These lines have inspired me since I can remember.Mom had included these lines in one of my debates when I was a kid. Nothing has been as close to my heart as these lines by Robert Frost.Haven't read anything else by him but am sure nothing can beat this.....

P.S The thoughest part of writing a post is the title.I always get confused at this point which is the case this time as well :) . It was titled huh last time so have to thinkof something else now :(

Huh......

Dear Diary,I feel extremely guilty that I think of you only when am sad or terribly bored.Well can't do much about it.I just don't feel like blogging when Iam in a good mood.Quite similar to the situation when we think of God only when we are in trouble.This doesn't hold for everyone though.

Off late my life resembles the game of 'Snakes and Ladders'. I hated the idea of returning back to Kolkata. The reason being my sheer dislike for the city. I wasn't very keen on staying back in Delhi either. But unfortunately for me the very reason behind staying back in Delhi doesn't exist anymore. I was wondering in one of my previous posts that if it could get worse than this. Well, it just did! Don't know what else is about to follow this........

I have been reading plenty of books these days which is the only bright spot in my otherwise dull life. I read One night @ call centre again. Somehow the first half of the book added to my misery and then thankfully God intervened :) . I kind of liked Five Point someone better than this. And just couldn't get myself to read more than a couple of stories from the complete collection of Premchand. Maybe will do it when I come home during the winters. Guess am bored of reading classics now or rather bored of life.

I think its time I stop tormenting you and try to get some packing done. Hopefully I will try to write some nice things in my next post. A review of the latest Harry Potter movie looks probable. This should bring some happiness in my life. Amen!

Holiday!

I think its quite weird that when i want to write something I don't get the time and wen I've all the time in the world I simply don't feel like writing. Its really weird but then i guess thats how Iam.I am sick and tired of sitting idle at home.The sweltering heat in kolkata rules out the possiblilty of going out anywhere.Iam definitely not intersted in going to my relatives in order to dodge the age old questions regarding what will i do Next.Please for God's sake give me a break......
Since i have nothing else on earth to do,I've been reading a lot.I just finished reading the complete collection of short stories by Tagore. Iam dumbstruck by the simlpicity,novelty and the sheer boldness of these stoies which were written long back.The language is comparitively easier for me to understand considering my dismal bengali :) .The novels by Tagore are even better.I absolutely loved them.One of my favourites is titled 'Gora'.I suggest that its a must read stuff......

Next Iam planning to read short stories by Prem Chand.I think i had read some of it while in school but don't remember much of it.So,hope it will be a great experience as well. I realise that nothing gives me more happiness than curling up with a book on my bed late at nights....it just sets the mood. I read another interesting book titled 'Durgesh Nandini' by Bankim Chandra Chattopadhay.Sounds embarrasing but I wanted to check out if a serial being aired on TV was based on that.I realised that it was not.Nevertheless,its a short and simple story set in the mughal period. The plot is slightly hackneyed but still i liked it. Inspite of reading all these classics I simply adore anything by Agatha Christie.The mystries leave me completely baffled. One of my earnest desires is to have a complete collection of Agatha Christie after I start working. Amen!

I guess there is nothing else I can write, so chao! next post will be hopefully about the short stories by Prem Chand..........

My life....

I don't know why am I writing this post.It has been a long time since I did that.Have been busy with life.Right now I should have been working on my project.But just like my life it is going nowhere.I kind of hate sitting in front of the computer for long hours.However my project just requires me to do that.Couldn't get worse than this.......
I hate kolkata and now will be staying there for the next 2 years.Don't know why is this punishment for....Can it get worse than this.....Iam sure it can....

Oh No.....Not Again..

I HATE EXAMS

AND AS ALWAYS IAM DOING HORRIBLY AT THEM.

UGGHHH........................

SO I HATE THEM ALL THE MORE...........................

Dreams (Un)limited

This one is going to be the last post which I will be writing from Kolkata as I am leaving for Delhi in another couple of days .I’ve been harping on this topic for some time but as usual was too lazy to write it down. Recently there was some controversy about the suicide of a female army officer. I tried to follow the story but then lost track of it. It touches upon the ever sensitive issue of ‘Women in Army’. Is the Indian society and hence the Army ready for women in Armed forces? The answer is quite evident.

I remember my school days when there used to be presentations about joining the Army during the career counseling sessions. These are the sessions which I used to skip without giving second thoughts because they were never meant for girls. Forget about allowing women in combats, they are not even given permanent commission. This simply means that they are allowed to serve in non-combat positions for only a couple of years (I guess its 5 but not sure). When counties like U.S and U.K can take a progressive step but giving women almost equal respect and positions in the armed forces then why not us?

Maybe some day we will see this change .Our society has undergone a profound change since independence. I will be lying if I say that our situation has not improved since then. But still there is lot to be done. Maybe insuring security for the womenfolk should for the first and the most important step. It’s easier said than done .But as I mentioned earlier there is no harm in being optimistic. That reminds me that I would like to mention a book called Daughters of Arabia (don’t remember the name of the author).As the title suggests the book gives a deep insight into the lives of women in the Royal Kingdom. It had left me shocked because of the bitter yet truthful story. Here when we are fighting for equal rights, there are people who are not even treated as human beings and are traded like cattle in a market. This book has a prequel called Princess which I am yet to read. But this one is awesome.

Maybe should include some personal experiences to liven up this awfully dreary post. When told about my joining karate classes, most people reacted by asking the same question ‘who has been threatening you?’ Damn, do I have to be threatened for taking up karate! Well an attempt towards becoming self sufficient can be the apt reason for this sudden whim of mine. But then cooking also comes under the same jurisdiction. And I proudly declare that I’ve used these holidays to hone (ahem…) my culinary skills. Now, I agree that am going overboard with things:)

I really don’t want to stretch this one anymore. But mention of one novel experience is a must. Couple days back on our way to a party we had stopped at a petrol pump. I was amazed to see that all workers there were females. It was 9 p.m and they were in no hurry to finish up their work. The procedure of filling up the tank was done with the confidence of a pro. Wow! times are actually changing. I wanted to check up the petrol pump again but dozed off on our way back. Maybe that would’ve completed the story but can’t help it. This one incident gives me the hope to look forward to some more revolutionary changes in the future.