Year: 2007

Right now, at times, life seems quite meaningless. I have frequent bouts of depression, and I believe that having a woomaan should help. However, I believe that the set of problems because of which I’m depressed is temporary, and in due course of time things should become better and I should be fine.

Now, if you remember, basic finance says that terms should balance – the tenure of a liabilities and assets should match. To explain it in English, if I need to fund a long term (say 10 year) investment, I should ideally take a loan for ten years. If the need for money is immediate but short-term (say a couple of months), I should raise short-term capital.

You can clearly see that my problem is short-term, rather, I think that my problem is short-term. Hence, a long-term liability (such as a girlfriend) is not the ideal way to fund it. I’m better off taking on something short-term. In other words, I need a petromax!

So, if you are a girl approximately my age (24) and live in Bangalore, and are looking/willing to petromax, get in touch with me with detailed CV. If you are lucky enough, and not enough people apply, I take you out quickly enough and interview you. If, however, I’m hotter than I think, and lots of people apply, I might be forced to have a Group Discussion.

Update: For those of you that don’t know what petromax is, it was introduced by the Anant Nag starrer Golmaal Radhakrishna (circa 1990; sorry, it’s not there on IMDB). I introduced the concept to the readers of this blog in this seminal post, about a year and a half back.

A petromax is a lamp which uses Kerosene. During the infamous power-cuts in Bangalore in 1980’s and 90’s, most homes had a petromax which used to be turned on during power cuts.

Figuratively, petromax is the light you use for a short term, typically when the light of your life is away. However, in cases such as mine, there need not necessarily be a long-term light-of-life. To summarize, petromax is a short-term romantic relationship.

Juniors at IIMB got placed last week, many of them with fairly fat salaries. This leads me to ask myself what I am worth, and whether I am being paid as much as I deserve.

Now, the only way to actually figure out how much I am actually worth is by putting myself up in the market. By putting myself for “transfer”, and interview with a few firms, and negotiate and then find out how much they are willing to pay me!

The selection of firms to interview with presents a dilemma – if they are firms I actually would want to work for sometime, I can’t bump them after they’ve made the offer. If I interview with firms which I’m never going to want to join, I don’t think the valuation is accurate!

In other words, I can’t measure my “worth” without disturbing the current situation. Doesn’t that remind you of Quantum Mechanics?

Another post on the implications of Quantum Mechanics

Yesterday afternoon I got a call from H. My previous employer was likely to make him an offer and he wanted my opinion. I started off by telling him “two months into that firm, I decided to quit”. And then went on to tell him why I quit, and the good and bad things about that job.

Finally it was time for him to make a decision. Despite my pleas of “i’ve told you what i’ve to tell you; it’s up to you to decide now”, H wanted my advice. After a couple of minutes of thought we decided that it’s best he “plays it safe” and “accepts the offer”. After all it would be “better than most day one jobs” (yesterday was day zero at IIMB).

Now, I had had a really tough time in that job. It was almost traumatic. Ended up screwing both physical and mental health 😛 And when i quit, I’d taken a vow to “do something horrible to the firm” and “actively negatively campaign against them so that no one joins them next year”!

And all that goes for a toss. The slotting system is supreme. It defines a hierarchy. A commonly accepted hierarchy. And if not anything else, it is “safe” to follow the slotting system. I’m in awe of it!

Another factor was something like “i hated that place, but I shouldn’t deny this guy his chance. Let him go find out for himself”. I think this was the overriding factor as to why I finally told H to take the offer.

I’m also wondeirng how I would’ve reacted had he approached me immediately after i’d quit that job. Maybe i would’ve been angrier then, adn much more against the firm. Maybe I would’ve advised him then to not take it at any cost. Hmmmm…

Yesterday I approach a group of autos at Kundalahalli Gate and find one of them vigorously waving at me. And he is the only one who is willing to just ferry me across the (Marathahalli) bridge so that I can take a bus from the other side. The guy continues smiling as he sets the meter and then says “gottaaita saar?”. My first reaction was that he must be some mad guy and just kept quite. Then he said “IIMB. Hostel. Night Canteen”.

“But what the hell are you doing here driving an auto?”

“Illa saar, alli set aaglilla. Bitbitte. Nimm jotegene bittbitte” (Things didn’t work out there, so I left. Along with you. At the end of last march)

Upon further conversation, Channavel (not sure of the name – saw it on the auto display board and don’t particularly remember it) told me that the IIMB authorities didn’t allow him to continue working two shifts as he had been doing while we were there. They said that he would be allowed to work only one shift and his salary would be halved. No amount of negotiation worked so he left.

“Auto nimmdEna?” (is this auto yours?)

“Howdu saar. Bank financu.” (yes sir, bank finance.)

While on the topic, he never mentioned “saala” (loan) but always said “bank finance”. Maybe for those people, loan is something bad that you take from moneylenders. This was “finance” for him, not a “loan”. And he was bloody proud of it. And he said that even after paying off the EMI, he now earns much more than what he did doing two shifts at the IIMB mess.

It was a short ride – i just needed to get across the bridge, remember – and no sooner than I had gotten into the auto, I had gotten down, paid, bid goodbye and gotten into a Volvo bus. Then suddenly I realized I hadn’t yet placed him in the mess. His face was definitely familiar but where was he in the mess? What was he doing?

Halfway through the bus ride, it dawned on me. There is a shop within the IIMB mess where you get biscuits, chocolates, light snakes, soft drinks, etc. Everyone has an “account” there and whatever you buy gets directly charged to your mess bill. Recently (= towards the end of my stint at IIMB) that “shop” had diversified into making coffee, tea, fruit juice, maggi, etc. And I remember there was one guy who used to be there right from morning till late in the night. Two shifts, now I remember. The guy was a fixture there. And here he was, now, driving an auto!

An annual ritual in IIMB is the “ATF Attack”. ATF standing for “arbit task force” – the group of people who lead the ritual, something like the priests in a temple. Plebians are also allowed to participate, and if they show enough bhakti to the arbit cause, they will also be promoted as priests.

The objective of the ritual is to visit all discussion boards on the IIMB internal messenger (BRacket) and have “arbit conversations” on them. In other words, spam all boards with talk that is totally irrelevant to that particular forum, rendering it useless. An immensely fun exercise, where the fun grows as a linear function of the square of the number of participants!

But what before BRacket, you may ask, since BRacket was founded only in 2003. Dibyo tells me that in those prehistoric days, people used mail instead. The entire ATF converges on the computer center (those days, not everyone owned a comp) and one guy starts by sending a mail to “@IIM”. And soon a series of reply alls meant that people would have immense fun when they opened their mailboxes the next day. However, since profs and admin were also copied on those mails, this had to happen only after the convo!

One of my greatest regrets in IIMB is to have never been part of this esteemed ritual. I don’t recall why two years back. Last year, I chose that particular time to call up woomaan and put blade. And yesterday (yeah, alumni are allowed to participate), I had left my comp in office.

Immense grief happens.

the middle button in my mouse has told jai. so it’s hell now opening new tabs… right click and then open in new tab.

baaah

1. if you aren’t the types that drinks much, and if you have a car, you are usually entrusted with the responsibility of making sure all the drunks reach home safely.

2. a drunk woman with a lit cigarette in her hand can be dangerous to health in general and the khaandaan in particular. better don’t take panga with her.

3. IMHO the view from 13th floor is better during the day than during the night.

4. saw this roadsign where cash pharmacy once stood. something to the effect of “don’t drink and drive. i don’t want to meet you yet. – god”. liked it.

5. there are “unofficial parking agents” in some places, such as opposite bowring club in the road leading to lavelle road from st mark’s road. they help you park the car, say they’ll “guard it” and then ask you for “coffee money”. 2 bucks won’t do. at least 5!

6. MG road pavement seemed really empty yesterday (a thursday evening). had never seen it that empty before.

7. 20 years in Bangalore and Koramangala is still a maze for me, as is most of north bangalore. And for the first time yesterday, taking directions from a drunk woman (damn me for that) i even lost my way in “my area” Jayanagar. feel really bad about that.

8. legend has it that if you are in a car with a woman late in the night you are likely to be stopped by cops and reported to your parents (at least my parenst believe that)

9. two weekends back, four of us from our IIM batch met up for lunch. interestingly all of us are gymming nowadays! (and none of us did earlier) Maybe it’s that we’re about to get thrown into the market, and have to get rid of the non-performing assets from the balance sheets.

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night… i’d just had a dream that barca was leading 2-0 at half time. and then liv scores one in 70th minute or so and then another in 2nd half injury time… i think 2-2 is a good result to take back to the second leg… and want to sleep… then i realize it was just a dream so want to switch on the TV to check.

but then see it’s 330 and match would’ve been over… also, if liv had lost i wouldn’t have been able to sleep for hte rest of the night… so just slept off

now it turns out that the result is better than i thought. feeling so kicked.

Amelie Mauresmo, France, Tennis player

Nathan Bracken, Australia, Cricketer