Author: SK

my fifth term at IIMB ended today. have holidays till 19th of december. a well-deserved vacation according to me – haven’t had a decent vacation for 11 months now… left for London the day 3rd term ended… came back from London and was back in college two days later for re-orientation and 4th term. had 1 day gap between 4th and 5th terms…

on the other hand, i’m feeling sad that i have only 1 more term of campus life left. the same kind of feeling I had back in SAMS… somehow didn’t feel this way either at NPS or at IITM. juniors envy me. say that they would kill to be in my position. I envy them – they have 4 more terms of campus life left!

no clue what I want to do in hols. want to travel. so decided to go to the TAPMI fest starting tomorrow. now a bout of laziness and sleeplessness means i’ve cancelled my tickets. will stay home i guess. sleep a lot. will probably go around bangalore. and i’m not going to use my car. just for the heck of it.

will probably attend some shows at bangalore habba. only problem is the company. none of my classmates would be in b’lore over the next 2 weeks… and parents don’t exactly have the same tastes as me… let’s see anyways… and yeah, thanx to spons from pantaloons this time, the habba is also happening at Big Bazaar Banashankari – across the road from my house. good stuff only.

mixed feelings currently… euphoria… nostalgia… a bit of boredom… relief…

Fifth term at IIMB is over, with classes finishing today. End-term exams begin tomorrow, starting with International Finance. People started studying for it almost four days ago. I’m yet to begin though. Simply don’t have the enthu to study. However, all this while I’ve been feeling guilty for not studying!

The mid-term of this exam was “optional”. People could opt not to write the mid-term, and the end-term would carry 100% weightage. I too felt too lazy and had decided not to write the mid-term. However, when a friend asked me to teach her, I found the stuff quite easy and wrote the mid-term. And by some quirk of fate, maxed it.

Now that leaves me in a comfortable position. I know I can’t flunk (that’s the only concern of most people here in 5th term, given that the grades don’t count for placement). So i’m a little complacent. However, on the other hand, I’ve had a good round of mid-terms so don’t unnecessarily want to screw up my CGPA.

Ok, I guess I’ll stop here and start studying. The prof has a reputation for repeating questions from previous years’ papers (yeah, he’s the director of one of India’s best B-schools). And I have with me the last two years’ papers. Will do them and go. Should be enough.

PS: For a change, I don’t seem to be suffering from “exam fever”!!

Update

Most of the questions were repeated from the exams of the last four years. The most hilarious thing was that one question was lifted straight out of our own midterm!! Can’t believe this is the state of what is supposed to be among the best B schools in India.

I guess my previous post provided a lot of entertainment to all of you. So much so that desipundit and indiauncut (apart from Aadisht of course) linked to it.

Now looking back at it, I realise the futility of it all. I mean even if someone replied to that saying it was the person i saw (i got one such comment), there is no way I can make sure that person is genuine. Sometimes I may get bowled by a fast one and sometimes the genuine respondent might be missed out!!

Anyways, there’s another side to my story now. Remember I had posted here that I’ve started receiving anonymous fan mail. Well, I received 2 more of them this week. One on an “inland letter card” (long time since I saw one) and another in a normal envelope, along with a used bookmark.

Interesting, on one side I write a blogpost professing my love for someone whom i’ve seen but know little about. And on another, I get these letters from someone who’s only read one of my articles in the papers and knows nothing else about me!

Aadisht wants the book and movie rights to what has been happening to me over the past month. I have granted him the entire book rights and and movie rights for all languages except Gult. Gult movie rights have been granted to Chiru thanks to his domain expertise.

it’s really awkward when you’re out on a date and the girl is treating. on one hand the man in you wants to do the ordering and stuff, the talking to others, etc. On the other hand, it’s HER treat, she’s the person in charge of the tea/dinner. you’re just a guest and you behave like a good guest and allow the host to make the decisions! feels really awkward…

was just thinking… the few times i’ve been out on a 1-on-1 rendezvous with a girl, it’s she who has paid! cheap guy i am, i must admit!

I had written in these columns a few days back about the process by which people can take girlfriends/boyfriends “on rent” and referred to them as “petromaxes” (concept borrowed from “Golmal Radhakrishna” *ing Anant Nag, Chandrika and Vanitha Vasu).

One case I had mentioned in the story was regarding a “good friend” who had taken her boyfriend’s best friend on rent when her boyfriend was too busy…

She happened to read it today. Said it was a “disgusting concept” and that they were just friends. Then a few minutes later she messaged again saying that she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.

Now the question that is puzzling me is whether my “armor research” was successful. No physical ramifications yet. Oh yeah, this female was a really good friend of mine not so long ago. Perhaps my closest female frined but for this other female who was my benchmate in school from 1st to 10th standard. It’s all over now (though i must tell you that the sinusoid has been on the decline ever since her rental started). Such differences are not likely to last long and i’m sure we’ll make up some day. However, it’s unlikely whether we’ll reach the same dizzying heights of friendship again.

So, my dear friend, tell me whether my armor research was successful or not. Else your head will blow into a thousand pieces.

Update

An hour after I put up this post, her boyfriend (the regular one, not the petromax) came to my room and started shouting at me saying how i’ve depressed his girlfriend because of my writing and stuff. About how I shouldn’t write whatever crap I want without taking the concerned people’s permission. He went on for an hour. I just allowed him to shout as much as he wanted peppering it with timely “OK”s. Rather, I was engrossed in the newspaper while he shouted…

Standard practice is when someone does something stupid, you tell it to a lot of people so that everyone can have a good laugh. Sometimes people find interesting excuses to make sure people don’t make fun of them.

Sathya is the president of the IIMB student council. He’s been upto a lot of goofy stuff of late. Some of it is really hilarious. Even if it’s not true, it is worth laughing at how he makes them all up. However, he keeps exhorting to us wingers not to make any of his stuff public.

He says that being the president of this institute, he needs to maintain a certain stature and some stuff we might find funny might turn out to be controversial and he might get impeached! This way the ugly bitch manages to get away with all his goofy stuff with not more than a handful of us enjoying the sight/news of it!

Went home on Saturday and was promptly sent away for a haircut. He cut it really short and took off my sidelocks. Couldn’t recognize the guy in the mirror after i’d put my specs back on! Funnily, no one noticed it!

Then, back home, I washed my favorite pair of jeans. Originally light blue, it had turned a strange shade of dirty green after a dip in the Kaveri at Hogenakkal and a machine wash with surf excel hadn’t done much good to it. Soaked it in water, scrubbed it till my hands pained, beat it on the washing board, did everything to turn it back to blue. Proud of my effort now.

Speaking of clothes, my blue suit let me know today that i’ve become fat. Refused to sit properly on my shoulders. Had a tough time at an otherwise good lecture by a leading consult company about its private equity practice.

it’s one of those days today when i’m generally hassled in life and don’t feel like doing anything. Totally bored with everything and i got this feeling that i’m so screwed in life. That i lead the most pathetic life in this world and there’s no one to support me. First time in eight months i’m feeling this way actually.

Usually this thing has a cure when I have an extended conversation with someone I’m comfortable with. Sathya was around for the last couple of hours and just left for some presidential work. And for a change, it doesn’t seem to have worked. Still very pissed. Hope I don’t get into that depressive cycle I was in 8 months ago!

And contributing in no small measure is this ugly wisdom tooth trying to find its way out. Not able to open my mouth wider than a centimeter, making it difficult for me to eat!

And then, there’s constant depressing feeling that I’m getting too fat and doing nothing about it.