Sunday, December 21, 2008

A journey to far-away land - Part II (Memories of Tirupattur)

(Continued from here)

Tirupattur is a quaint little town in Vellore district. My paternal ancestors moved in there a couple of generations back, and carved out a reputation and a couple of blocks of roads for themselves. Half my holidays during childhood were spent at this place that gave me wonderful experiences of life in the countryside. And I just loved it!

My grandpa had 7 kids - 3 sons and 4 daughters in that order. And all those 'kids' spawned families of 4 or 5 members each. Each one of these families was in a different place - Chennai / Bangalore / Hyderabad / Ramanagaram / Vellore / Tirupattur itself. But during hols, most of us would gather at 23, Pillayar Koil Street, Extension, Tirupattur (N.A Dist) - 635601.

The house was one of those typical ones you see in the movies - a fairly big, tiled house. The main gate led to an open area covered with a pandhal. Three steps directed one to a heavy wooden door flanked on either side with some seating space (thinnai). Grandpa's easy-chair was located here, and this is where he would lie down comfortably when someone came to meet him. Evenings saw the arrival of cows for milking here. The main door opened into the hall - or the 'fan room' as it was called in the household. Maybe it was the first room that was fitted with a fan. Dunno. Crossing over from the fan room, one would enter a corridor that went around a yard right in the middle. There were a few rooms lined up along the corridor (bada room, store room, chota room). The yard was covered on top with some grills and housed a Tulasi mutt that had an integral role in Grandma's pooja plans.

Our farmlands were about 3 kms from our house. Every morning, it would take loads of efforts from all the parents to coax us to have a bath in the house. We guys would tie towels on our heads and get ready to go to our farm for swimming. More often than not, we would keep roaming about that way for a couple of hours before resorting to a 2 minute bath in our house itself (Hunger!). But Balaji (my closest cousin there) and I would visit the farms at least once in 2 - 3 days and soak lazily in the water. It used to be an amazing feeling - with the sun beating down from the top, and the water keepin one's lower latitudes ultra cool, and a pleasant green cover all around.

I guess you know how hungry one gets after swimming in the sun for some time. So, whenever we went to our farm, as soon as we jumped into the pool the workers there would go and get us Parle G biscuits and "cool drinks" (Live - O / Love - O / Love One or pure simple color soda). And yeah, all this apart from the numerous tender coconuts! Live was heavenly. I (barely into my teens) would order around 30 and 40 year olds who would oblige with pleasure! (They used to call me "manager" after my father's designation at office).

At the peak in summers, the house would swarm with 33 people. 2 grandparents, 14 uncles/aunts/parents, 17 cousins - all under one roof!! At no point would the house be quiet. And if you count all our relatives living in the same street or the next, definitely the number would rise to a couple of hundreds.

My Grandpa was a very friendly, easy-to-go-with man. At the age of 78 he would come and play cricket with us! Just for a couple of overs. But still, at 78! He was physically very able - he could move a 4 ft big drum full of water without any help! And he always made sure people around him were very happy.

He had his own ways of doing it. Dad often talks of how after the results of exams came out, my Grandpa would go from house to house and reward every child with an amount equal to his rank in class! Those who used to fail in exams had the last laugh :D

All this until 10 years back.

In March 1998 my Grandpa breathed last.

Cancer ate him away.

It was a pitiable sight to look at the man waste away within half a year to such an extent that he wasn't able to turn around in his bed without help. So much that when he died, we felt a bit relieved that he didn't have to suffer any longer.

My sister's 10th standard results came out 2 weeks later. She had come school first. Had my Grandpa been alive, he would have relished the news and spread it around in a jiffy throughout the town!

Tough luck.

The very next year, when I went to Tirupattur for hols, there were just 2 of us - my Granny and myself.

It was initially exciting. The thought of having the house all for myself was just so fulfilling. Or so I thought. Just a couple of days later, I began to feel bored. The house seemed unusually huge... the life was just not there. And I spent hours everyday watching TV - the one that had been bought when Grandpa was in bed to keep him engaged. That was sort of the last nail in the coffin. For more than a decade, we had never realized the absence of a TV in the house. And now?

From then on, all my stays there were largely alone. The next time the entire house was in full strength was in April 2002 - when my Granny died. Now officially it was all over. Her death seemed to signify the end of my trips to Tirupattur. The whole house seemed distant and remote. As if it belonged to somebody else. As if I was just a visitor.

One month after her death, my class 12 results came out and I had topped the state.

Tough luck, again.

It's been 6 long years after that when I have visited Tirupattur hardly 4 - 5 times; nothing worth a mention. What made matters worse was that each time I went there recently with fond memories of the crowded past, I was greeted by the chilly solitude of the present. Kids have all grown up, and elders have grown older. I do not know whether it was the innocence of childhood, but I somehow feel people were happier 10 years back than they are now. And that is so damn inconsistent with my image of Tirupattur.

Why do we have to grow up?!

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

A journey to far-away land

It was 01:20. That meant 10 more minutes for the scheduled end of the class. But our Quantitative Methods sir decided to end the class then and there. I heaved a sigh of relief. My train to Chennai was at 02:30 and I needed to leave the campus as soon as I could. 10 mins was a lot of time then.

But the moment the Prof signalled the end of the session, the whole class began shouting “Last class as bachelor for Vishwaaaaaaa!”. And Muru screamed “Please advise him, Sir!”.

In his characteristic style, DinKu sir quoted a one-liner: “Love is blind. But marriage is an eye-opener. You will learn it soon.”

Then with a little prodding from Sir, the class started looking for someone to sing some song for me. A few arbit leg-pulls later, Abhilash stood up. As is his wont, he began by saying “On behalf of section D, let me sing a song for you”. Sportively, he then rendered a few lines of nalam vaazha ennaalum en vaazhthukkal. Felt great to listen to that!

Half an hour, and an auto fight later, I was seated in Brindavan Express wondering about the past few weeks. So much had happened in my life. I had got through Mahindra & Mahindra for a group management role – an assignment I am really excited about.

And my marriage was fixed.

I had fixed the bride a long time back, but the wedding itself was finalized the day after I got placed. And the muhurth was just 3 weeks away! That meant near zilch time for all preps, and so both the households spurred into action. And here I was at IIMB... Far away from all the action. From all the excitement. As people at home discussed invitation lists and travel plans, I was worrying myself about assignments and submissions that would mean nothing in the larger scheme of things for me!

And it was largely that. The only thing I did for my own marriage was – inviting my friends. That exhausts most of the efforts I took for this big moment of mine. So naturally I was missing the zing in my consciousness that one would normally associate with such an event in one’s own life.

Until last Saturday.

That was when my friends organized a surprise bachelor’s party for me! I had absolutely no clue about it until a few minutes before I was taken to the venue. And it felt grrrrrrrrrrreat! The moment I reached G-top – our standard venue for parties – the whole group erupted into loud cheers. And scared the hell out of me! The crowd was much bigger than it normally was, and that was reason enough for me to feel great. The proceedings began the playing of a video that my friends had shot for me – allllllll girls of my class said things to me on the video that I could not publish here simply cos Mom frequents this space. Ok the video was scripted and staged. So what! Not many know that na ;) Muru, NT, Vineet and Das led the class in doing so much – the first few moments when the thought that I was getting married actually sunk in.

It was 4.30 AM when Pehla Nasha was played to signal the end of the revelry. The crowd had thinned, but my excitement had not.

Cut to the present.

Seated in the Brindavan, I was wondering about how fast the past few weeks had gone by. As I marvelled at that, a couple of guys rushed into the compartment and looked around, calling out to someone outside “All seats till 32 are ours”.

Mine was 36. And that meant I was right in the thick of the action. A huge group of people of all shapes, ages and sizes started filing in. One look at them would tell anyone that it was a marriage gumbal. As the bride stood outside the coach bidding adieu to everything and everybody she had known over the 20+ years of her being, I couldn’t help but think that this scene was just a few days away in my own life.

Pretty soon the train started moving and I got immersed in my laptop. An hour later I began watching Dasvidaniya. When the movie came to the part where Vinay Pathak visits his childhood crush Neha and they begin discussing memories, I suddenly got a whiff of a fragrance that took me back to my own childhood in a jiffy. It made me take a reflex peek outside the window. And spot the broad expanse of the Yelagiri Hills.

That meant Jolarpet.

That meant Tirupattur – my native place. The Tirupattur that I used to visit once in 3 – 6 months when I was a kid. The Tirupattur where 32 of us would reside under a single roof during the summer holidays. The Tirupattur where the absence of a TV at home meant absolutely nothing to any of us kids. The Tirupattur where there were dozens of relatives living literally a stone’s throw away.

The Tirupattur that I had not visited for years now.

Continued here

Monday, December 01, 2008

The Countdown...









Thursday, November 06, 2008

The 4th idiot

Today morning I was returning from the mess to my room when I saw a group of folks standing near my room looking at the looooong corridor longingly, with SLR cameras in hand. That struck a chord with me cos that's a frame I love too. It's a very long corridor with neat rows of beams on top and pillars on the side - a photographer's dream setup.

So without any hesitation I approached them and introduced myself and asked if they were from some photography club. That kinda shocked them all. They looked at each other and laughed out loud and said they were making a movie here.

"Oh! Sorry I mistook you all cos of these cameras. If you are looking for some nice place, there is this thing called the Central Pergola. Have you seen it? The huge window on a large stone wall?"

"Ya we've seen that. Can take silhouettes there"

"Ya that's why I suggested that place :) BTW we have a photography club here"

"Oh is it? Cool. So what do you folks do in the club?"

"We move around taking pics in the campus and outside"

"That's great. Can we have a look at the pics?"

"Ya sure.. I'll get in touch with the club folks and make a collection and meet you. How long will you be here for?"

"Two more days."

"Fine, I will get in touch with you by then. Bye!"


And only after that did I realise who they were - Raju Hirani and his crew for the movie '3 idiots' starring Aamir khan, and Madhavan!! :) I kicked myself for not realizing that when I was talking to them (Raju's crew.. Not Aamir and Maddy.. They werent thr).. Now a Google image search confirms it was Raju Hirani.

Hope I really get to meet him again in the next couple of days!

Monday, November 03, 2008

Summer placements at IIMB: The last lap

Just done with my mid term exams for this term. Earlier I used to think Open Book exams were the coolest things on earth (after warm water in Bangalore). But now reality has struck me hard. These blasted things only make you feel worse. Imagine having an international edition text book in your hands and still not being able to answer most questions! Does quite a lot to one's sense of self respect. Anyway, people have lived through this and exited. So this will pass away too! :)

Now that mid terms are done, it's only going to get even more hectic. For at least a week more.


It's probably the biggest ever happening in one's life at an IIM. Bigger than the Vistas and Unmaads, and maybe even the final placements! Cos this is invariably seen as a sorting exercise - segregating the I-bankers, the consultants, and the rest. Once the summers process is done, one's company becomes one's own identity. Even more so next year when juniors land, they would tend to judge a senior by the company he interned with.

So bloody unfair!

This is where peer pressure rears its ugly head here. It does in Acads too, in the first term. But typically people start chilling out once the first term is done. They do not take grades too much to heart (the vast majority. The others are the ones who belong to the Director's Merit list).

So the point is that almost everyone wants to become a consultant (no one talks about I-banking any more than the world of magic talks about Voldemort). One might truly be interested in marketing or operations or HR. But not willing to be seen as a determined loser, he would still pursue "better" (day zero) roles he is not interested in. Not many realise that the "betterness" of the role is actually subjective!

But going by my interactions with seniors here, I think the realization DOES come. After summers. After people go through myriad experiences at their internship locations and return, they seem to have an uncanny sense of stability of thought. Maturity. From what I hear, people are more reasonable during the final placement process. They listen to their hearts. At least most of them.

BTW, back to the summers process. Consulting interviews are actually loads of fun. They are typically case interviews, where you would be given a business problem, or would be asked to estimate some number. You then keep asking questions to the interviewer and solve the problem. Once one gets into it, its quite enjoyable.

Some samples:
A regular case question could be:
A beer maker from the US launched his product in India. But sales have not been good. Can you find the problem?
So one would first ask a few questions and understand the company, the market in India etc. Then one would get down to specifics and crack the case. The problem could be anything as "trivial" as "the colour of the beer does not match people's preferences" to the supply chain being inefficient to the product simply being very costly. It could be anything! How one goes down from the generic question to this specific issue is what is tested in the interview. Exciting stuff!

Guesstimates are even more exciting. At first sight they might appear totally random, but one can find some way of getting an answer.
A very simple sample:
How many bottles of wine are drunk every week in the US?
One way of solving this could be:
- US population - approx 300 mn
- Roughly 250 mn could be adults
- Roughly 200 mn could be those who drink
- Roughly 150 mn could be those who drink wine
- On an average, lets say each person drinks 2 glasses per week. This means 300 mn glasses of wine are drunk per week totally
- On an average, 5 glasses make a bottle. This means 60 mn bottles of wine are drunk every week in the US
DONE :) Reminds you of Alaipayuthey right?
The point about guesstimate interviews is that the numbers are inconsequential. What is important is the structured way in which you zero in on it.

Got a whole weeks of preps of this sort left :) Wish me luck!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Happy Diya'li

Wishing you all a very Happy Diwali! Hope the days have been great fun for you all.

We had a 'Diya Design' competition yesterday. Our Cultural Committee gave us 100 diyas and asked us to make any design of our choice. There are a couple of design geniuses in my class who came up a killer of a concept that got us the first prize :) These pics and the video mark the making of the design.

Chalking the outline on the floor

Banana leaves cut into shape

Building side walls to retain water inside the 'compound'

Diyas being arranged on the periphery

Diyas being arranged around Ganesha

The final design in all its splendour!

Our hostel block

And this is the video:

This is one reason why I believe IIMB is THE BEST B-SCHOOL in India. My peer network here is awesome. They are not people who just got lucky once in CAT. Nor are they people who simply busy their noses in books. The selection procedure of this school ensures that only people who are good in acads as well as in extra-curriculars, AND are consistent get thru. I have so many great artists and sportsmen around me that I often wonder how these people could shine in acads as well as in other stuff!

And no, am not saying this only out of loyalty to my place of B-ing. If you see any result of any interaction between the biggies - IIM A, B and C, you would realize what I mean. IIMC had come over here for a B-Vs-C sports meet a couple of months back.

And we won 15 - 2.

I rest my case.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Nothing2Lose: LightWait - I

Hiya there!

Me back on the blogosphere. And this time I am not going to resort to circuitous prose or eleventy-eleven pics of IIMB. I will exhibit the makings of a good manager and throw the gauntlet on you (See am using idioms and phrases.. another indication of me becoming a pseud-manager).

Presenting to you, the Nothing2Lose series of contests that will take place here on You have had only the comments sections for yourself till now. Break beyond the shackles and mark your presence in my posts!

The first of the lot is .....

LightWait - the photography contest series.

Do you believe you have an eye for photography? Have you ever been proud of pics shot by yourself? Bring them on!

The theme for Light Wait - I: Street photography.
So dish out your cam and click pics on the streets of wherever you are. It could be anything on the roads or in the sides. You may freeze the facade of a bungalow on your lens, or you may capture an old lady carrying a stack of hay in the dusty road to Sajjanpur. Your vish!

Points to note:
  • Maximum of 3 entries per person
  • Mail all your entries to
  • While I don't want to make this mandatory, it would be great if your pics could be between 800 and 1024 pixels in width. Will make my job easier when I post them up later
  • Do not add any borders to your pics
  • Pictures should be of jpeg type
  • Judging: Will be done by Vishful Thinkers (you all!) and me. Will define the specifics of this pretty soon
  • Deadline for sending entries: 11:59:59 PM on 25th October 2008
  • PRIZES await the winner
  • My decision will be final and binding (he he he.. I too got a chance to say this once in life)
Get going and mail me your creations! Lets fight it out.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

My first major event at IIMB

I have always loved taking part in organizing events. In fact, sometime after class 12, I almost stopped participating in any event; I rather loved being on the other side.

At IIMB, I will be experiencing my first major event next week - Vista, our B-fest falls on Oct 10-12, 2008. I am part of the publicity team, so you would find me spending some time blogging with others at

Which means lesser time available for :( anyway, just a week more.. Already planned my next post.. Will be a contest :) More info soon..

Anyway, find the official details of Vista at

I especially love the contest called Numero Uno. Its the flagship event here, and the concept drew me no end! It's a competition between masters of all trades!!! Will go on for three days, and test different types of skills - physical and mental. Haven't seen this kind of an event before, but the more I think of this, the more I want to introduce this at Tech :) definitely will draw crowds to watch..

Placements submissions and resume work going on in full swing too.. Got Pre-Placement Talks everyday.. Sometimes two in a day.. This is just the beginning, but acads, Vista, and placements suddenly seem like too much to chew :( battling on..

Monday, September 22, 2008

Kit-kat time

I know it sounds cliched when I say the first term has gone real fast. I also know it sounds even more cliched when I say I am 16.67% a manager now (It IS a sick excuse-for-a-joke, but I am sure all MBAs/managers would have laughed at that). Back home at Chennai for a week long stint of inactivity. I am going to surpass all my existing records of inertia.

My first term had courses on:
Managerial Communication,
Business Government and Society,
Managerial Economics,
Quantitative Methods,
Financial Accounting, and
Managing Organizations.
I guess my best learnings came from FinAc and ManEco. I truly feel like I have learnt something useful from those courses. At least I wont cringe in ignorance the next time I look at an annual report.

Now that term 1 is done, it seems acads will be easier now on, if one is to believe seniors. But I have an eerie feeling that it is all about getting used to being screwed day after day, and that it will never get easier.

Having said that, mid-Nov is when things will TRULY get easier.. By then our summer placement process would be done.. And the run-up to that is going to be quite an experience. We have already been warned that once the term starts next week, we will have a Pre-Placement Talk everyday. And there are loads of stories of how people prepared in the past. All that sounds like stuff that legends are made of. So I happily discount them as ox-excreta. At least most of them.

And placements are going to be even more interesting this time. With all major investment banks pulling shutters down one by one, jokes are getting really skewed on campus. Almost everyone has to quip on how State Bank of Mysore is where we guys are going to get placed. (If someone from SBM is reading this: No offence meant to SBM, I assure you.. I was only reporting what others have been discussing.. Personally I hold SBM in high regard because it has been a.. Well I'll complete it in my SoP and recruitment forms, thank you)

Lets see.

BTW as you might have noticed by now: is up :) A whole lot of thanks to all those who responded to my call for votes.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

A stroll back to childhood

A couple of days back a friend visited the library here and came back thrilled. He seemed visibly exhilarated. That kinda tempted me too.

In my childhood, I used to visit libraries quite often. Especially in my 5th - 8th standards. Hardy boys / Archies / Asterix / etc used to keep me awake every night. We used to live in Choolaimedu then. And my books were sourced from my school's library and from a public lending library (A C Samy lending library on Choolaimedu High Road. Anyone seen that?). I used to swell in happiness every time I walked into one of these two buildings. They definitely would fit the cliched description of "well-equipped". Kept me well fed/read week after week for nearly 4 years!

The very smell of oldddd books used to give me a high! And the sight of them things lying in a beautiful array that looked very symmetrical despite the dog-ears only added to the effect. My heartbeat would get faster as my fingers would run around looking for that particular book in the series, and I would let out a silent whoop every time I succeeded in finding the book I wanted. The sheer joy one gets when checking a book out and walking out impatiently sneaking peeks inside is priceless.

As I walked into the big library here at IIMB, all these thoughts rushed back to me. The rows and rows of yellowing books pulled me back by a decade to my childhood.

And the smell! Ah..

Sadly, the library was largely empty. In this wi-fi enabled campus, with life on the fast lane, who will want to do things the library way. Google has spelt doom for these timeless structures. But as I flipped through books and found that they had been around in the same place even before I was born, it gave me an inexplicable thrill.

I was there for just 5 mins. But the experience is still on.

I love libraries... I love my childhood...

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

How to name it?

I have always been fascinated by dot-com blogs. They seem much more professional and profound and un-cheap than the dot-blogspot-dot-com and dot-wordpress-dot-com ones.

So after much thought and cost-benefit analysis, I decided to get a domain name for myself months back. Got to know from KP ( today that blogger offers domain names for a year at 10$!!

So I've decided to take the plunge. But I am unable to decide what to call my blog. Have put up a poll on the right side of this page. Do vote for your choice.

If you have some good option to suggest, do use the comments section of this post!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Life@IIMB: The not so random parts

Ok, so FINALLY I bring myself to key in these thoughts that I've been thinking of penning for a long long time now. It's just more than 2 months since I landed here, and in this period I have got a hang of the place. Some notes from my thought stream:

  • The brand of IIMB is just too powerful. Very often we have some great people coming over here to talk to us from the dais. When I say great, it's not out of diplomacy; I truly MEAN great. The likes of Abdul Kalam, Capt Gopinath (Deccan Aviation) and Subroto Bagchi (MindTreeeeeeee :) ) were here in our first month, and many more keep coming over. Their sessions help in one thing: to keep our targets focussed high. Their presence keeps instilling in us a sense of the significance of the place we are in.. It keeps reminding us that being in such a place, if we end up doing something insignificant in life, something is really really wrong with us.
  • The campus is a separate world in itself. Its culture and feel are very different from those of Bangalore.
  • Except for the pub and party attitude :) I am reminded of a small incident.. A few years back when I went to Max Mueller Bhavan in Chennai for some competition, I found a govt school boy of about 10 - 12 years sitting next to me. When we were small-talking, suddenly he gasped. I looked at him quizzically, and he pointed to a lady (foreginer) seated across the room. She was smoking. That shocked the spine out of my small acquaintance, as was evident from his words "pombala dum adikkuraa!!" (meaning "a female is smoking!"). Had that guy been here, he'd have become very broadminded very soon.
  • Self sufficiency rules IIMB campus. If one wishes so, one can stay within the campus itself for 2 full years without stepping out (except for stuff like bank loans).
  • After coming here, I take longer to wash my face, and shorter time to comb my hair
  • Ok that's another way of sayin I'm losing hair :( Maybe cos of the post 2 / 3 AM sleeping habits. In the two months I've been here, not once have I slept before midnight. It's not that acads are too tough. Am sure they're manageable. But there are a whole lot of other stuff that go on here, and one always finds that time is heavy in demand. I would sure be happier if days were longer than 24 hours.. I can learn/do something more in that time..
  • Luckily most of my passions have remained unaffected here.. I've performed three dances till date :) And am a part of the photography club.. And, I've enrolled myself in the carnatic music classes - something I've always wanted to do!! These make sure I stay in touch with myself and my life.. Maybe the biggest casualty is my blog.. Whenever I find some free time, I rather wish to rest and relax than write something here.. cos i usually write ONLY when am in the mood.. In fact, this blog started as hints at the back of my Economics notebook..
  • Which brings me to the point that classes here are like classes everywhere.. We sleep / draw caricatures / click pics of sleeping friends / etc.. In that sense, this place is as good as any other educational insti in the country :) and we just love it.. Cos classes are 1.5 hours long :( one simply cant focus on a subject for so long at one go..
  • A point of respite is that there will be max 3 classes per day.. and afternoons are free.. One can catch precious sleep in that time.. which is what most of us do actually :)
  • Hectic activity comes in cycles here.. If one week is back breaking, the next week would be relatively cool.. But one should risk getting used to the "cool" part, cos that's just a temporary respite.. Schedules will soon be back to demanding superhuman levels of capacity, tenacity and efficiency.. But no one feels bogged down by all this, cos there are 270 other shoulders to offer solace..
  • Competition here is high.. very high.. damn too high.. fuckin high.. Ok guess I've hit the superlative.. Just imagine, in my first test here, I got 5 out of 7, and was class second (mark-wise).. but there were 4 guys who had scored more, and 15 who had scored as much as I had.. In one sense, I stood 20th in a class of 67, despite scoring the 2nd highest mark..
  • One reason for the point above is that this place overflows with IITians.. They have landed here in flocks.. Before coming here, I used to think IIT+IIM was an awesome combo.. But now, I feel that's very very commonplace.. In fact, now methinks if you are a non-IIT+IIM candidate, it is a greater achievement :D
  • Another point about students here is that most of them have been in many positions of responsibilities in the past.. That gives all such people a great sense of confidence.. And to some, it adds to arrogance of the undesirable kind.. Though a minority, these people end up as "footage mongers".. Anything happens at college, these people HAVE to grab some limelight.. And they do it so obviously, it gets very irritating.. but, have got used to it now.. and it's become fun to watch them in action :)
  • One thing that jumped out at me @ IIMB is the level of diversity here.. There are so many people who have never been on my radar in life which has been full of Engineers and nobody else.. And here I share class space with people who have been pilots, sailors / marine engineers, CAs, pure science aficionados and so on! My networks in life have never been this diverse..
  • But if I look outside of diversity, my networks are quite useful! There are so many DAV and PSG guys here at IIMB!! Kinda reiterated the significance of being at good institutions..
  • Almost all student related activities here are handled by students entirely, including the all-important placements.. This reminds me of my good ol' alma mater PSG Tech, where similar autonomy existed for students..
  • A funny thing here is that one's sense of seniority gets muddled.. many people who were my juniors at school and UG are my seniors here :) And this is bound to continue as the average work-ex of the incoming batches is on the rise year-on-year..
  • The buildings here remind me of Hogwarts.. Tall, stony structures.. with creepers to add to the impact.. And pergolas to offer a light-and-shade effect (jargon courtesy: my architecture friend).. The great imposing structures are a sight to watch! have clicked some pics.. Mostly my next post..
One thing I do miss is Chennai and MindTree.. That's equivalent to family and friends.. They were so much a part of my life for 2 years and suddenly now they aren't, in the everyday scheme of things.. That is one reason why I relish this hectic life.. Takes my mind off all these..

To end, a small anecdote.. A friend of mine had some personal problems and was cribbing to his brother about how he was unable to get some things done.. his bro (an IIMB alumnus) said with a smile: "Don't worry.. There are very few things an IIM guy cannot get in life".

I have grown to LOVE the arrogance in that statement.. And this is quite unlike my usually sober nature.. The reason is that, to this date, it gives me a lot of strength and confidence when am down and nearly out..

Thursday, July 24, 2008


Look at the Ad unit that Google chose to display below my last post:

Guess Google thought Clearasil helps in soothing burnt behinds?! :D

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Random: Life @ IIMB

I was brushing my teeth at the washbasin, when a foreigner come out from one of the toilets there. (We have quite a few exchange students on campus). He was in quite a rush, and the moment he saw me, he blurted out a frantic "Hi". I managed a "Hello" in response, through my frothing mouth. And there was a queer bout of silence when he was washing his hands. Wishing to break it, I asked him:
"Are you from this block?"
"No I am not"
"Hmm.. Was wondering.. I haven't seen you around here"
Seemingly stunned by what I had just said, he thought for a second and then said,
"I come here only if it's very urgent"
and rushed off to class.
I felt so bloody embarrassed!! I had half a mind to call him back and clarify that I had actually referred to the block and not the restroom. But he had vanished by then.
An open request to all my readers: If you come across any blog by a non-Indian that narrates the harrowing experience of being asked about restroom preferences by an Indian, do mail me the link. Would like to know the other side of the story.


We have a section on our intranet portal for registering hostel complaints. A couple of days back, when I had a few minutes to kill, I went through the list of complaints that others had registered. Much of it was about broken locks and mosquitoes in the bathroom.
But there was this one complaint that kept surfacing time and again: "Getting hot water from all taps in the bathrooms and toilets. Very uncomfortable. Please set things right asap." It was the same guy who had registered the complaints many times over a few days. Apparently no action was taken for a while.
And this is what our guy put up next:

The taps were set right the next day :)

Monday, July 07, 2008

To "B" - is the answer.

Hey guys!

Been a long time since I posted anything here. Let me break my silence with something I love doing - a foto blog post.

Those of you who've seen IIMB campus would sure agree that it's a separate world of its own. Here are some glimpses from a walk I took yesterday evening.

(Maybe a sign for us guys to take things easy ;) )

Well, but obviously :) Have I ever posted pics without macros?

This was by accident. Didn't notice the creature when I framed the shot!!

If only the petals had been proper :(
Still, my favo among all flowers I've shot till date!

This was a God-send.
Have been waiting for months to click a butterfly on a flower.
And finally when I got the chance, didn't have enough time to get close enough.
Anyway, happy that I clicked this shot hurriedly before trying to position myself well. The butterfly had vanished by then :(

So this is the first part. Planning a second one soon, focussing largely on the buildings here. Amazing architecture.
Post: IIMB Pictures