Growing up..

I catch a cold every time the season changes. Chennai to Ahmedabad hasn't changed that.

At home, I used to curl up in my bed with hot cocoa, blankets and a nice book. I'd 'intercom' my mom every time I wanted something and spend the week in luxury.

Today, I washed my own handkerchiefs, applied vicks on my face and went to sleep.

If this is what growing up is, then I want no part of it.

I miss my mom..

:-(

Summer's Here

It's that time of the year again. When we all dress up in suits and scarves and pointed painful shoes. We attend twenty odd company presentations every week and fill what seems like a billion forms.

The nervous tension is palpable. Suddenly, all 260 of us want to be i bankers :-) and are praying for shortlists and wondering what to do after they come out.

Which basically means, I have no time to blog. Too much to do.. classes, midterms, placements, mugging..

So I'll be off for a while..
Back on the 17th with hopefully something to celebrate :)

Ta!

Through an Open Window

The trouble with everything is that it starts out so romantically in your head. The idea of lounging endlessly on a beach chair, watching time go by in the company of lime mint coolers and tall palms.

Sitting on the steps of a train compartment at 5 am in the morning. Feeling the wind rush by in rain soaked Kerala. The very notion conjures up images of green fields, swaying coconut palms, backwaters and steaming hot chai.

Yet, in real life, there are always mosquitoes, stinking loos and "Oops! I forgot to pack my toothbrush".

I want to be able to find romance in that. That's right.

In forgotten toothbrushes and mismatched socks.

Hullaballoo in the Blogosphere

It's just not right.
In fact, I'd go so far as to say its wrong.
And also, Stupid.
What was IIPM thinking? It came out with all guns blazing to silence a 'tiny yellow magazine of no consequence' and met the full fury of the blogging world.
Strong arm tactics, legal (sic!) notices, anonymous commenting and the utter lack of mainstream media coverage (guess who spent crores on advertising in these newspapers over the last quarters?)

Still wondering who Rashmi Bansal, Gaurav Sabnis, IIPM are? Know More

I did what the Voices told me

I read in the paper this morning about George Bush's conversations with God. Apparently this is the reason he decided to invade Iraq. I've heard of Indian politicians doing some mighty strange things but stories of George and Tony praying together before launching attacks on Iraq sound somehow, more discomforting.

Maybe I was hoping that a decision to bomb a country back into the stone age would be based on a little more than tiny voices in one's head.

The more important question is, how did Michael Moore not know this??

I'm supposedly busy with a lot of things these days. Classes which are going on. Insight and Confluence which are two important b-school fests of contrasting natures. Summer placements and endless company forms to fill out. But mostly, I'm sitting in my room, reading like a maniac and writing like a mad mad hatter.

More on that, later..