tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261664792024-03-13T23:41:59.111+05:30Thriving on Uncertainties!This is a rather humble attempt to share my view with friends ..Although i have been a bit irregular in postings but change will prevail ultimately...at least i think that way.Lets see ...kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-29463332670799337262008-02-26T14:37:00.000+05:302008-02-26T14:50:50.823+05:30Heartache to Heartache…we are together!Of course you got it right….it is not supposed to be one of those double meaning titles. Lately I have been watching quite a lot of romantic movies after hundreds of Sci-fi, action and periodic war movies. May be I am graduating to a better movie viewer from a crappy one, who could watch just anything under the sun in the name of a movie. I have an inelastic demand they say…my friends from economics background will agree.<br />Now coming to the point, they say it is all mathematics. For every ten nays you get, one ye will be there. That means that greater the number of nays you carry with yourself, better is the possibility of hitting the bull’s eye. Yeah right, it is not from my school of thought…it is borrowed. But who cares… All that matters is the truth. So all the people out there, you are getting closer…just a few more hits (read nays) man! All the best kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-7601358395159264242008-02-08T23:23:00.001+05:302008-02-08T23:41:37.889+05:30Dhoom Macha De !!!<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R6yYS1MztMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YqTq0Wc-RPY/s1600-h/devang.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164670321972982978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R6yYS1MztMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YqTq0Wc-RPY/s320/devang.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">For quite a few days I have been following a music show named “<em>Dhoom macha de</em>” at the newly launched channel NDTV Imagine. Although the name of the show lacks originality, concept is relatively better. Hit singers of yesteryears are performing live to claim the title in the contest. It is quite heartening t o see old favourites like Anaida, Sunita Rao ,Kamal Khan, Baba sehgal , Devang Patel after rubbing shoulders with each other and humming their best numbers . </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Anaida singing <em>“Unchi neechi hai dagariya…Jara dheere chalo jee”</em>.Kamal khan singing <em>“Teri ankhiyan kamal…teri batiyan kamal…”</em>,Baba sehgal singing <em>“aaja meri gaadi mein baith ja</em>…”,Devan patel singing<em> “duniya jay tel lene aish tu kar…”,</em>Sunita rao with<em>“pari hoon main…”</em> its really mesmerizing …simply astounding!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Although it’s a two hour programme but ten odd singers make you feel <em>paisa vasool</em> types…so never mind trying it.It is a welcome break from run of the mill talent hunt shows. I would just say Dhoom Macha de!</span></div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-30905046532701106612008-02-01T19:54:00.001+05:302008-02-01T20:06:39.391+05:30Saare zameen par…<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R6MthVMztLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cQvcRHS-OR8/s1600-h/career1.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162019648546518194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R6MthVMztLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cQvcRHS-OR8/s320/career1.gif" width="235" border="0" /></a>During the last cluster meet at Gurgaon, I somehow managed to spend an evening with my cousins in Delhi watching “Tare Zameen par”. For reader’s information, the last few months since May I am living a life of real rural manager after all those pledges to work for rural India in general and development sector in particular. Had heard quite a lot about the movie, also read many reviews, blogs related to that. I was curious what made people just go hung ho over the issue of child upbringing. I watched the movie and realized that I might be suffering from the same problem as the child artiste in my childhood…hehehe. Although my painting skills were limited to drawing our tricolor and a tiny house with river, trees, mountains and a rising sun (everything fighting for space in that small sheet of paper). My family objected to me painting some unfamiliar shapes and figures, therefore my painting became one time annual affair…that too in the drawing exam of school in which we got 30 minutes to draw something. Since the instructor expected us to get just a D in the exam, mandatory for passing we sulked around. Year after year we were painting tricolour, the only thing that kept on changing was the cemented platform on which it was supposed to be fixed. The colours of the platform kept on taking unique and all unheard combinations. Slowly the school life got over and so did the painting sojourn. Just one hard hitting message…why the tendency of parents pushing their children to become Doctor/Engineer is not dwindling in spite of numerous success stories around? There are unimaginable career options around in the world at this point of time and we are still stagnant on that count. Guess…parents try to play the safe game by pushing their children for one or two particular career stream. But it is not the end of world if a guy/gal is not able to manage that due to whatever reasons. Pursuing a bachelor in fine arts from a reputed institute is zillion times better than getting an Engineering degree from tier three institute. Arguments can go on from both sides. Take it or not…but there is a life beyond everything!!!</div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-37004530069024750302008-01-26T18:27:00.000+05:302008-01-26T18:33:34.736+05:30We are changing for you…<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R5sumVMztKI/AAAAAAAAADs/R4hQPHNjCbI/s1600-h/canara+logo.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159769034143806626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="59" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R5sumVMztKI/AAAAAAAAADs/R4hQPHNjCbI/s320/canara+logo.gif" width="137" border="0" /></a>The latest ad from Canara bank has been a real refresher. It is a pleasant change, these days even public sector banks are spending and making something meaningful to retain/attract customers. The ad with lady saying “Square slice” to her Cricket addict husband is what I liked the most among the series of ads in this genre being streamed. The process and implementation part if you see is really sweet and noteworthy. Even the second ad where a south Indian mother in law learns Punjabi to leave her Punjabi “Bahu” surprised, rejoicing in the first meeting, is soothing.<br />The whole idea goes much beyond the simple words…<br />If changing ourselves a bit here and there brings smile on the face of people who matter to us…why not do so? Is it so difficult to change ourselves even that much? Is working on this flexibility too much of an burden. Frankly speaking, this should not be the case. We can adapt ourselves and that can go a long way without any major difficulty. A mix of these tiny things can go a long way in to changing our important relationships. Just make it a point to change say four – five things initially for the people who matter to us. The result will be awesome. Just attempt it as if you are doing pilot testing..Life will be better.<br /></div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-82269996226579458622008-01-24T14:39:00.000+05:302008-01-24T14:44:42.149+05:30<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R5hWcFMztII/AAAAAAAAADc/7FHlTp1b_aQ/s1600-h/anti.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158968413585126530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R5hWcFMztII/AAAAAAAAADc/7FHlTp1b_aQ/s320/anti.jpg" border="0" /></a>I wonder whether it is a sign of some future turbulence or just one of my temporary behavioural fluctuations. For the last few months, I have been changing places frequently. To top it all, the places have been quite typical and I have survived unscratched, Thanks to the training I got during my post graduation, in remotest places covering numerous states all over India. I have liked all these things for some years now. But lately I have realized that I can not sustain this for long. Time is flying like anything. Joined this job in May last year, learnt and unlearnt several things all these months. People used to say that job satisfaction counts and I used to laugh them off. Frankly speaking, The Company in which I am working has been really great till now. But, something…somewhere is missing. I tend to feel insecure at times…shrugging off thoughts immediately. I fear stagnation, want to move on but need complementary resources, which I think is missing. I still have to work out on what could be my next move both professionally and personally. May be things will fall in line and smoothen out in due course of time…and since I have already been thinking on these lines…I am game !<br /></div><div align="justify"></div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-47321711424352319152008-01-19T21:18:00.000+05:302008-01-19T21:30:56.014+05:30Surviving Christmas…<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R5IdYHaOMgI/AAAAAAAAADU/bI5fP7TXx2w/s1600-h/survivingchristmas_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157216823435735554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R5IdYHaOMgI/AAAAAAAAADU/bI5fP7TXx2w/s320/survivingchristmas_1.jpg" border="0" /></a>On Christmas Eve switching on the TV here in this rustic hotel at a mainland UP town surprised me with the caption “Surviving Christmas”. Yes, this was the name of a movie scheduled to be streamed on Star Movies that time. From the morning I wasn’t feeling great, both as it was a holiday with nothing to do on list and I had not seen faces of many people except waiters. Names of actors were struggling for their part on the screen to be displayed…I caught Ben Affleck and an actress whose name I can’t remember right now. It has always been difficult to watch movies on a TV channel for me, thanks to ever increasing space and time given for promotional advertisements. For a hardcore movie buff like me it feels really bad and many a times it creates funny sequences. It seems that movie has been sandwiched between multilayered advertisements. But yeah Economics is economics …who else can better understand this than me after having a tryst with this subject for the past seven years. Movie started with Ben (Hero) proposing her GF for a first class Fiji trip on Christmas. But, she refused citing the reasons that Christmas was a family festival and she got to celebrate it with her family .Surprisingly, she also advised poor Ben to do the same with his family. But had the hero got a family back home to celebrate …where was the reason to go to Fiji dude…Now on the Christmas eve he was all alone deserted by her GF thinking what to do. One of his colleagues advised him to go to the best place he enjoyed in his life till then and refresh the memories. He went to his childhood home which was now inhabited by a middle class family consisting of a father ,mom, son and a daughter…<em>see chhota parivar khushiyan apar</em>….but happiness was limited here as they were surviving on a tight budget for their day to day needs.<br />Nevertheless, he bargained with the family to let him celebrate Christmas with it for a dont know why $250,000 hehehe…<em>apne yehan koi free mein bhi nahi aata</em>…anyways…so the day cocluded with action packed moments, romantic twists n turns, awkward situations blah blah…. And yeah Ben got a companion for lifetime…No prize for guesses.<br />And this ended my christmas on a happy note..i must say the movie was really good and refreshing.<br />PS – Watching this movie once won’t be a bad idea…moreover I ‘m here to reinsure ;-)</div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-10718951323603033682007-11-22T11:48:00.000+05:302007-11-22T11:57:38.720+05:30D U @ Memory corner…<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R0Ugw2vjY9I/AAAAAAAAADM/6NwGJSvBdLw/s1600-h/Blog+@+DU.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135546973786694610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/R0Ugw2vjY9I/AAAAAAAAADM/6NwGJSvBdLw/s320/Blog+%40+DU.gif" width="193" border="0" /></a>Recently …one of my friends’ blog had a post dissecting the newly released movie Dil Dosti etc and its Delhi University connection. Throughout the post the emotional belongingness about a life much cherished and enjoyed was overflowing. I can connect to this because I have spent my three years struggling, rejoicing, winning, faltering and coming out clean in one of the deadliest subjects of our time BA (Hons.) in Economics in not so famous college (Read off campus…curse my pathetic scores in std 12th).In spite of doing really pathetic in my senior secondary I still had some faith on my bruised shoulders. The reason for choosing the course can also be partly assigned to my elders doing exceedingly well in the same. So, bang! I was there and after attending those form filling ceremonies in a very enthusiastic manner got through in this college in the second list. I was the fifth guy to take admission there. But I knew I won’t be fifth once the annual examination results are announced. Dekhiye kitna overconfidence tha …Rassi jal gayee lekin aithan baaki thi …hehehe .Before going any further with my story I would like to point out that unlike many newbies joining DU I landed up in a golden Lap amongst best of the best seniors /College toppers of various departments, some university toppers, some US heading people to guide me through the roller coaster of three years called Graduation, courtesy my elder brother. I was well aware of all the intricacies involved in being a DU student. Kaun se brand ki Jeans acchhi hai..shirt kaun si sahi hai…SALE kehan kehan kab lagta hai, kaun sa Bus route better hai,kaun se college ki gals blueline mein “Staff” chalati hain ,Log Pepsi /Coke chhod ke Bonta kyun pite hain ,FOSLA kya hai,Rikshaw pullers ladkiyon ko baitha kar rikshaw itni tej kyon chalate hain,Readings/Notes/Tutes kehan milte hain… etc. etc.In our days attendance rules were not that strict as long as you are performing well in once held mid term exam. I took seating (Seating in DU refers to attending classes in a different college from the one you are enrolled in) in one of the better colleges in the campus. Had a good time there, made some friends and was sailing smoothly through the year. Then in January mid terms in my home college were held and I was there to take the exams with vengeance …my classmates had not seen me earlier...so not much interaction happened during the exams. Results were announced and I was the topper…not only cumulative but in each of the four papers. So…I was started getting noticed...Meanwhile I made friends with two students belonging to my home state (they are happily settling now...Economics ke baad Fashion management karna pada unhe: D).Came the final exams and results…yeah I topped the chart in the college. But alas, only 13 of the 55 students could manage to pass(number reduced to 3 after third year).Tried for migration to better colleges in north campus and succeeded in the one I took seatings and the other one (considered best college in south campus).But to my surprise my college authorities were not willing to give me “No Objection Certificate” for migration. They said they are making some changes in the old system where every year toppers moved to better colleges and all their labour (supposedly) put in to making an otherwise dull guy glitter goes waste….and here I was…dreams shattered…future full of uncertainty. Now began the roller coasters of DU ….revaluations/university ke chakkar etc etc….Finally after much struggle managed to come out clean out of the system and hanged on to take admission in a decent sectoral B school.<br />The preponderance of the cobwebs in every sphere of my stint at DU has really been stern and yeah a life time experience of course!!!<br />PS- One post is never enough to assimilate all the fun we had during our college days ….even touching all the topics in a single post is difficult. Moreover each of them demands a full post or it would be a gross injustice. So more specific posts related to Train travels from Patna to Delhi in second class sleepers, Studying late night in DU students’ union reading room, DU elections and role of BABAs ,Attitude of Rikshaw wallahs carrying gals (read chicks),DTC /Blue line buses ,Park hunting, FOSLA, Weekend night shows etc . would follow in separate dedicated posts.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-67044110203983296092007-04-14T10:32:00.000+05:302007-04-14T10:36:41.874+05:30The Spiral effect...<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RiBg-elFegI/AAAAAAAAACA/4XqJ45aqGt4/s1600-h/hazy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053145408386464258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RiBg-elFegI/AAAAAAAAACA/4XqJ45aqGt4/s320/hazy.jpg" width="245" border="0" /></a>…Finally things are getting hazy again….it has become my destiny for the last few years to live like that…n with some unexpected (n yeah expected too..) changes in the last few months; I was thinking that the days of amorphous living is over. But again,...is there an end to it as of now? Nay…don think so!<br />As I always do, the whole responsibility of whatever is happening is mine n I do accept that whole heartedly. Sometimes things don’t turn up the way u want them to... but that is life …what they call it. So, its better not get bugged up with all that is happening or will happen in a negative way…I 'm all prepared !! </div><div align="justify"><br />PS- I’m skipping many posts that required elaborate coverage (Last days in IIFM, Pachmarhi Trip, Convocation etc.) …it would have been better to share things but people have limitations and I am no exception…agree with that. </div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-70657431637476824672007-02-21T23:28:00.001+05:302007-02-21T23:35:57.558+05:30Kalpataru and beyond...<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RdyJd31AT4I/AAAAAAAAABo/jjyKQwFaA_w/s1600-h/KT.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034049629788852098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RdyJd31AT4I/AAAAAAAAABo/jjyKQwFaA_w/s320/KT.JPG" width="226" border="0" /></a>February 18th<br />The week long annual fest of IIFM, Bhopal called Kalpataru concluded yesterday night. Kalpataru stands for a mythological tree which is supposed to give us desired luck and fortune . Every year it is conducted in the month of February when the senior batch is about to graduate. The event is confined to the IIFM fraternity only making it a totally internal event. This week long event includes literary, cultural, sports, and adventure sports events in addition to final day skits and mandatory chief guest speech (can not help it).<br />In the race of medals and trophies were the teams and individuals from both junior and senior batches. But juniors as usual had the upper hand and outperformed us on various counts.<br />The concluding part of the week long festival is a cultural programme and high dinner. In this there is a tradition of performing skits by both the batches in addition to solo performances. This year our performance sent fumes across the higher echelons. Coming fortnight is the last one of our stay here at IIFM. A lot of planning has gone in to it to make these some of the most memorable days .End semester exams are near but hardly people care about it…come what may. Field trip to Sanchi, Thanksgiving party to faculty , farewell party by juniors and a trip to “Pachmarhi” are some of the things on card as of now. If time permits “Khajuraho” might as well be considered. Moreover, my other engagements are so important to attend that I am really not able to pay attention to these in a manner I would have otherwise done. So now the countdown begins…Fifteen….</div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-69553493048842421112007-02-17T18:04:00.000+05:302007-02-18T12:39:37.706+05:30The team adventure!!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RddUOn1AT2I/AAAAAAAAABU/FG92kcWWbCA/s1600-h/tall.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032583718796021602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RddUOn1AT2I/AAAAAAAAABU/FG92kcWWbCA/s320/tall.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Friday : 7:30 a.m.</div><div align="justify">This was the second time my alarm watch rang continuously (<em>Rangat teri julfon ki ghataon ne uda</em>i…hehehe…the tone which is waking me up for the last three years).Still forty five minutes remained for the adventure club activity <em>“MISSION IMPOSSIBLE”</em> to start. For the last two days I was working hard to get ten good members for my team to compete in this event. Finally got twelve of them (with two players in contingency) the night before the event. Average weight of the members well above 75 Kgs and all rustic seniors baring a few. We were still very positive about our chances out of sheer enthusiasm and earlier adventure sports experience. Finally I woke up and made a round to the rooms of my team mates in the hostel to get them ready...and it is not difficult to guess what happened. All of them were sleeping like a father whose daughter has been married yesterday. Funny things apart, only one of my team mates from the girl’s hostel was on time waiting for us to come. The game started half an hour late due to non arrival of our team members. Number of players in each team was now reduced to eight with total number of teams being three. We had to catch a terrorist on the basis of several clues and a Google earth photograph with good resolution of our campus and the trail given in that. All the teams had different paths and clues. Since our campus is very big and full of trees, shrubs, rocky terrain making such trail was not very difficult at all. At some stage or another we had to do trekking, Rappelling, Rope walking and commando net crossing. So we can say the game was meant for the people having mind with courage. By the time we exhausted all our clues traveling through the most difficult terrain in IIFM… (Scars are still visible on our hands) apparently it was late. But we were clueless…we were traveling at a good pace and were fairly motivated to win the cash prize and watch <em>“EKLAVYA”</em> with it…he he. This time we were doing rope walking on the ropes tied to two trees at a height of 20 feet… Eighty per cent of us were supposed to do that…But alas…the terrorist got caught by the first team and there was this sound of enthusiasm, triumph and valour …so we lost. Our heart sank for the moment but there was nothing that could be done now. We had tried our best. All of us…Six guys and two gals…But still we were very keen on doing rappelling and other activities (At least I was coz it might as well be the last opportunity for me …once off from campus it is really tough for people like me to plan such thing).I had some earlier experience in rope walking and rappelling …so it was totally a cakewalk this time…but jumping from your institute building has its own fun.<br />Truly speaking the game was “Mission impossible” for us. Many thanks to club adventure and Dhananjoy for organizing such a fabulous event. Hope I get other such opportunities in future…</div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-48842691076473831152007-02-12T19:04:00.000+05:302007-02-13T19:22:42.238+05:30Placement Party @ IIFM<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RdHKEH1AT1I/AAAAAAAAABI/sdYIFGvfdQI/s1600-h/blogging+new.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031024430919208786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="193" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RdHKEH1AT1I/AAAAAAAAABI/sdYIFGvfdQI/s320/blogging+new.JPG" width="250" border="0" /></a> The Residency…as they call it…venue for our placement party was full of managers oozing oomph….excited with their future career ahead and what not...prospects of getting something to take memories back home at the end of their two years here in Bhopal was looking brighter today. Party started with usual stuffs like mimicry, shows, acting performed by juniors. It took an hour ...Side by side taste buds were also being taken care of with all sort of appetizers n snacks ;).8 p.m. and it was time to fire the dance floor…for a change nobody was coming forth this time to initiate. And know what… four of us (including me...) were first to jump in to it and do some muscle twisting high power dance. As happens with any crowd…within 5 minutes...the whole hall was on the toes dancing to the tunes of Musicians ranging from Bryan Adams ,Dr. Alban , Himesh Reshamiya, Pritam to Sukhbir, Babbu man, Amar Arshi,Veronica n many more…It continued for next four hours…sometime songs being repeated… with a short break for dinner...Food was delicious although number of dishes were limited…but who eats all of ’em anyways…Mid way came “Sutta song”…grooving all the B schools in India for the last two years as a popular chart buster n the hall was hazy smoky…for the people like us (non smokers) life became a little difficult…but even we are accustomed to it now……and at 11-55 p.m. ends our show with “Summer of 69”…..bbye guys ..see you next in the farewell party…till then rock on! </div><div align="center">n the memories fail to fade….<br />Stop bugging me stop bothering me<br />Stop bugging me stop forcing me<br />Stop fighting me stop yelling me<br />It's my life<br />It's my life….</div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-23086930447376046342007-02-07T21:01:00.000+05:302007-02-07T21:04:56.526+05:30The withdrawal syndrome…<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RcnxWdQVf2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R9sQg_eJKik/s1600-h/blogging.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028815827048431458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RcnxWdQVf2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R9sQg_eJKik/s320/blogging.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Today, Time – 9:42 am: A scene in the chamber of one of our senior professors…<br />Two guys after attending the first class enter in to the cabin and ask the professor whether he is done with the work asked for, yesterday evening. He tells that two minor modifications to the mail being sent is required and further asks for some more details. First guy (in the picture…above) looks for the pen (hiding for ages in the pocket due to non usage) in the upper pocket of shirt…n hey…here comes a white tiny thin stuff….cigarette…oh my god! And the professor is struck bound! What the hell is that…are these guys using this for writing these days…? The guy too is remembering when did a pen find a place in his pocket last time? Second guy (me) now helps him with a pen (Padhoo ya na padhoo…pen jaroor rakhta hoon dude..).And thus ends the story.<br />This type of situation is not very uncommon in our campus these days…lots of similar things are taking place…rather unnoticed coz most of us are in the same boat. Is it after effect of placements or two years of rigour (really…!) which is finally taking tolls? Views differ...but general feedback is that both the factors are contributing to the situation. We are completing the whole circle in a month but with different outlook to life…we came empty handed…and preparing to fly off with loads of memories…Long live IIFM!!!<br /></div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-84524589987308172832007-02-06T22:14:00.000+05:302007-02-06T22:15:46.966+05:30No more guest lectures of this kind please!<div align="justify">..Yeah and here comes the much talked and even more hated news from IIFM Campus…He called it “The Law of Reciprocation”. Consider two very important aspects in our practical life (1) What I am required to deliever and (2) What I deserve to get. There is always some deviation in the end result on both the counts…its inherent… its obvious.<br />It’s a scene from one of our guest lectures…hehe...no offence intended…n guys with shabby eyes deprived of full night sleep for countless days are looking with shabby, baggy eyes at the orator…sometimes wondering whether their watches have stopped working in this vacuumized Over Head Transmission (OHT…I owe this term to my best friend ).Ninety minutes have gone and still he continues (was scheduled for only forty minutes)…we have even increased the frequency and magnitude of our suggesting claps …so that he gets some hint…but no way…he is too preoccupied to see or listen all these. Now is the time people start fainting and napping and for people like me (I do not have this royal habit…although have tried it many times…but in vain).And the whole conference room is filled with the anesthesia… but stars don’t care.Tic..tic..tic…tic..;-(<br />Finally he calls it a quit and our endless wait is over …we try gather all our energy (Is there anything remaining? ) to run to the hostel ASAP…but caught in the crowd having same intentions...hehehe…somehow we get out of the back door and resurface in the heaven ‘THE HOSTEL”. Thus ends the ordeal of a typical guest lecture…but again…do we have any choice but to attend these. Hope we will have plenty of it after second march .So ending with what we say here at IIFM even in worst of the situations…Enjoy!!!<br /><br /> </div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-4027988666695044522007-02-05T00:46:00.000+05:302007-02-05T00:57:00.139+05:30For someone important......watching your silence…parlance<br />Reminds me at times<br />My bewildering insignificance<br />sustained signs<br />questions unanswered ,eternal<br />idle as unattended tuckahoes<br /> ………….little do I know<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RcYx_dQVf1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fplBoaPXjIY/s1600-h/love.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027761000260403026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="148" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RcYx_dQVf1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fplBoaPXjIY/s320/love.jpg" width="120" border="0" /></a>to uncheck happenings,<br />probably unsullied ow<br />lingering long, slow<br />Still like a fresh bow<br />But I confess..........<br />to the light of hope, joy<br />Of my mergence...<br /> To your chimes,<br /> ringing and flavours original<br /> engraved, I wait for you<br /> My tomorrow!!<br /><div></div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-48172888226857571982007-01-31T11:55:00.000+05:302007-01-31T11:59:31.663+05:30Light in the tunnel…<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RcA21nYSrcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixOqZUpK5ZU/s1600-h/black.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026077478877310402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPjfi8UIt5E/RcA21nYSrcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixOqZUpK5ZU/s320/black.jpg" border="0" /></a>Yesterday was a very important day for me….why? Yeah some sign of light coming through the tunnel…although things might take time to materialize, but I‘ve been looking forward to this for months and this came as a welcome respite. With all honesty and integrity I am poised to join the most famous bandwagon (don't mistake it for some company) in the world…things might seem to be secretive at this point of time but again…secrecy is the diplomat’s weapon they say…<br /><div></div>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-85549366088498487362007-01-20T21:40:00.000+05:302007-01-20T22:11:40.444+05:30Tradeoffs are inevitable...but again!<span style="color:#660000;">As Production Possibility Curve (PPC) in economics talks about choices over tradeoff in a resource constrained economy...many a times we are left to face the similar situations in this unending cobweb of time space called life.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">You settle and unsettle so many times with reference to your baseline that after a certain extent it becomes really hazy to find your space anywhere..nothing remains your own. You become a wanderer searching for time dependent dynamic goals.Temporary respite in the form of patches of happiness are not impossible...but again patches don't canvas the horizon.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">One possible way of averting the situation can be to include a flexible componet (coefficient will vary among individuals) in the process and goal oriented behaviour to reach the goal.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Situation prevails over many but moderating its effect is more often than not is in our hands......</span>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-1146045161956116542006-04-26T15:21:00.000+05:302006-04-26T15:22:41.963+05:30The Life …by me<span style="color:#009900;">Hmm...Relativity engulfs any absolute thinking on this subject according to me.The masterstrokes seldom happen unless there is a proper orientation of both your efforts n nature’s flow .The Final clarity comes when either one s at the nadir or zenith …there is so much haziness in between that separation of the attributes responsible for the outcome of a process often becomes impossible. Moreover as is always said only uncertainty is certain n this world….lets groove in to make the severe ness of this a bit lesser.<br />………………Written while traveling from Chennai to New Delhi By Train(Very hot n humid outside…)<br /> Dated - 20th April 2k6</span>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-1145389223538743392006-04-19T01:08:00.000+05:302006-04-19T01:10:23.546+05:30Well...usual stuffs…<span style="color:#ff0000;">am expecting to start the field visit of my project work in a day or two …..It ll be an all new experience in collecting the data and getting the first hand experience in the field .Although I am very well versed with grassroot level villages ….going there with this purpose in mind will be an altogether different experience.I m looking forward to this.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">ciao</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">kunal</span>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26166479.post-1145102324412841862006-04-15T17:16:00.000+05:302006-04-19T01:01:04.633+05:30Life in Chennai<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3672/2738/1600/kunal2.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3672/2738/200/kunal2.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Well...doin all right...in this humid n hot city.Very excited about my new project@ CMFR.... related to market linkage of a well known MFI,its clients n a corporate entity(shh...secret).Project is on its upswing ...would be visiting to varanasi and adjoining districts of eastern U.P. n Bihar ;-)<br />ciao<br />Thriving on uncertainties<br />Kunal </span>kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08432613285417503790noreply@blogger.com0