Monday, January 28, 2008

Five Days of Drama

Now that I am back home and have all the time in the world to write a detailed post, I shall get down to the experience called PUNE. I'm already warning you - this post might get super lengthy!

On the morning of the 23rd, I set out for the IGI Airport for my first ever flight. Nice and smooth check in, security check and boarding, and I was on DN 627 to Pune. A long queue for security check led to a delay of 30 minutes, but the pilot was extra smart (must have been on highways for a long time), he crossed the speed limit and made us reach Pune at the scheduled time, i.e., in 1.5 hours flat. Thankfully, I had a window seat. Looking inside the plane was making me sick. The take-off was not as noisy as I was told it would be. The moments when the plane was settling in the air were the most uncomfortable. Yes, the same old sickening joy ride/elevator feeling. But thankfully they were only a couple of seconds. The ears got blocked for some time, the sun's rays were very strong, but I was all right. The landing was also pretty smooth. I clicked a lot of pictures. Did take an hour to realise that I needed to reduce the exposure by two stops, so Picasa is now helping me with ALL the over-exposed pictures, but I still feel they're quite funky.






Now 23rd was the only day when I could go sight-seeing. I was not going to have any time after that. Tried finding out about the Sinhagarh Fort, but it was way too far. So this guy from the guest house offered to show us around in the nearby area. We first went to the Pataleshwar Caves. A small place, sort of a temple of Lord Shiv. But it looked more like a hangout place for students of the College of Engineering that was located close-by. So the environment was strange, and I was anyway not too keen on checking out a temple. Just spent five minutes there, and headed out.
Inside the caves

Our guide said that the next destination is also a walkable distance away, so we were on foot to Shaniwar Wada from there. This was built by the Peshwas in 1732. It is supposed to be a protected monument, but not quite protected. There was a wall inside which must have had paintings on marble, but there had been no attempt to preserve or redo those.

Inside Shaniwar Wada

View from the top

Then again he said we could walk more. I was getting tired, but he kept telling me about the place in an accent that was hard to understand, but the man was being real nice. We reached an area which I was starting to think looks like Chandni Chowk when he mentioned the same himself. We were around Laxmi Road and the surrounding area. He took us to the oldest Ganpati Temple there. I was not in a mood to go in and join the rush, so I looked around for water while mom went in to say a little prayer.
We walked MORE and mom shopped for some cotton sarees. And then I could walk no more, and we took an auto back to the guest house. The autos there have the meters that Delhi autos used to have long back. The ones for which you multiply, divide, calculate a percentage and do all of that to reach the fare figure. Thank god for the simple meters that we now have in Delhi!
Two things that were common on the streets were:
# Women tie a cloth all over their head and face. Initially I thought it must be something religious, but I think it was only because of the dust and pollution. All kinds of women....across various demographic were wearing those. And man, the dust and pollution are really crazy there!! INsane!

# Bal Thakeray's posters and images are all over the city. That's not anything surprising. The surprising/amusing thing was that his posters were being sold on the pavements. He was accompanied by ganpati, sai baba, and the likes. Really funny!

The next day started the Symbiosis story. The admission process was combined with their communication fest, FESTOCOM. A day dedicated to each of their specialisations - Public Relations, Advertising, and Journalism. Half a day of non-stop lectures/talks by industry stalwarts. It did not matter that there were a thousand other people from all over the country there. Guests were most important, and we were not on the guest list. So it was no big deal to harass us and our parents. Make us wait like crazy and call themselves a management/communication college. So we wait to get documents verified, and the admn office has breakfast. We wait for our interview with seniors, and other seniors interview us outside the rooms with a camera and a mic and make us say that we didn't choose MICA/Jamia over SIMC. Yes, my @#$! But the winner remains the director of this college. He was overwhelmed by the audience sitting in his auditorium, and students also on the stairs in the aisles. Maybe he forgot that the audience sat there out of compulsion. Also, to say that he was a creep would be an understatement. My recent past won't make me call myself lucky, but I think I am. He was distributing free hugs and pecks on the cheeks (to women of course). I am so glad I did not get one. Now the reason could be that he didn't think I was pretty enough, my assignments weren't pretty enough, or that he'd hugged the woman who'd gone in just before me. Whatever it may be, after waiting for three hours on one day, and another three (in a queue of course) to see him, I did not want him to touch me. And his language!! It could have been thanks to the region, but I am not giving him any benefit of doubt. I did interact with a few locals and they did not talk the way he did. I was not in a cafe with him for him to say, "aaja, baith ja; kaisa laga tere ko campus?" DUDE! God made english for such days and occasions!

And he would spend half a minute on the assignment that every applicant spent day & night for a week to make, and that carried 30% weightage in the total evaluation. It did not matter that people had been waiting forever. 2 to 3 hour delay on the first day, half a day's delay on the second, and an entire day's delay on the third. You don't even want to know the situation that there was on the last day. I stood in a line from 4:30 p.m. till 7:00 p.m. on day 2, got snapped at and then obviously got into a tiff with the creep's chapdasi on the next day, and then stood in line from 6:00 p.m. till 8:30 p.m. for my turn to see the man! Wow!

The people who interviewed me! They looked like anything but teachers of a communication college. They didn't know what to ask me, they didn't know what consulting firms around the world do (even after being explained about it), and they just didn't have the personalities to be sitting in an interviewer's seat.

My group discussion, which actually had a different format, went much better than expected. I did fairly well. But I don't think it matters.

Inside the campus

End of day outside the college building

Coming back to the fest and the lectures and interactive sessions. I mentioned some of the people that came in my last post, and they really were amazing. The common thing was that they were all incredible speakers and presenters.
The guy from the ITC group, Arup Ghosh, spoke about corporate social responsibility. I knew that they have done a lot of work in rural India, but they have done A LOT of work in the remotest of areas.
Bhaskar Das from TOI spoke for a VERY long time, but the man's intellect, experience, creativity, all came across in that hour. It was a delight listening to him.
The next day was dedicated to journo. Sumeet Awasthi from IBN 7 publicly apologised for all the crap Hindi news channels, including his have shown in the recent past.
Right after him was Vidya Shankar Aiyar from CNN-IBN, and man was he articulate or what! He had such smoothness and subtlety in his speech, that I don't think anybody realised that he spoke for over 45 minutes.
The third day started with Pushpinder Singh, who has apparently won the most number of Abbys. He talked about the Amul Macho, ye to bada toing hai campain in detail. It did not change my view that it was a highly disgusting ad, but it did give me a better perspective. His wit was terrific too. And being the special audience, we got to view the next ad of the campaign which is still not on air. It is much better than the first one, and quite funny too.
The fest ended with Alyque Padamsee. I had always heard that he's a very eccentric man, and yes, he is! He rattled on for 90 minutes, but I have to say that he kept his audience engrossed the whole time.
In between came two guys who recently started an ad agency of their own. The agency is called Happy, and the men are Praveen Das and Kartik Iyer who were creative directors for O&M earlier. Kartik spoke, and did he leave an impression on every mind there or what! They bagged the Lee account within the first two months, and their work is just so cool!!!

Life outside of campus was dull. There was nothing to do at the guest house. I did click a few pictures on the last day though.



Yours truly

On the way back, I saw the Pune Jail in Yerawada. One beautiful structure it was! The flight back home got delayed a little too, and I didn't have the super-pilot of the previous journey, so it took two hours only. Actually, it was the turbulent weather that caused the delay. And I was moving above the clouds. Saw the Mumbai-Pune expressway and the Arabian Sea (I'm guessing) from the plane, but could not see a spot of Rajasthan because of the clouds. It was all white outside.


It felt so cool keeping the focus of my camera at infinity

Also saw the Select City Walk mall, Saket from up there. The moment I got off the plane, the wind hit me and welcomed me back home. It felt sooo nice to be greeted like that, but now I wish that I was in Pune (only for the weather). It's frikkin' cold here! But it's good to be back home.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Welcome to Maha!

So dear Aarbee is in Pune. It's been quite an experience so far, and I don't know where to start from. Whether I should write about the pleasant weather first, or the superbly disgusting institute that I thought I might want to join, or the equally superb fest they had thanks to the likes of Arup Ghosh from ITC, Bhaskar Das from TOI, Pushpinder Singh from Saints and Warriors, or Dr Vidya Shankar Aiyar from CNN-IBN. Whoa! Each one of them, and many more are such stars!! It was an honour to be part of the audience that they addressed. I could also write about the fact that there's no place to 'visit' in this city, except of course the Sinhagarh Fort which is 70 kms out of the main city. There's also a shopping complex called Connaught Place. There are no men peeing on the streets. There are two small rivers that meet here, and they're no cleaner than the Yamuna. Marathi looks unbelievably like Hindi, and only after reading the entire word or sentence do you realise that it's not Hindi. There is a market that is a miniature Chandni Chowk. The roads are either single lane, or four lane. Irrespective of that, there are no rules that people follow...a typical small city. But yes, there are a few areas which give the feel of the chic status that Pune has. Seriously, I didn't expect the city to be the way it is. I thought it would be more like Chandigarh or something (the tier two city kinda image). But it has this old world feel to it. Hardly any urbane things around. But the funny thing is that it's the few known brands' hoardings and posters that make me feel comfortable in this unknown place. I guess that's thanks to the generation I belong to. :-)

There has been nothing to click. What a waste! But oh, the most exciting pictures are from my first ever flight. Now that was an experience in itself. God, there's suddenly so much to write. I guess once I get back to Delhi, I'll have quite a few posts to make.

A not so exciting thing is the phone bill I'll have to pay once I get back. Crazy roaming charges!!

A very nice thing is that my back is feeling very good here. Not sure if that's because of the medicines, or the break from severe cold, or the fact that I have a proper routine here and don't laze around all day and sit in bad postures. Whatever it is, I'm feeling good.

I think now I should make a move. My hour in the cafe is almost over. Gotta go back to that shit institute one last time in the afternoon.

See you from Delhi next time! Tada!!


Saturday, January 19, 2008

Of mood extremes and sanity

As the 20th days of the month, and of the new year rolls in, I realise for the nth time that my blog has not seen anything happy this year. Not that I have seen anything particularly happy myself, but this one's being tortured.

Aside: I am feeling that I'm being tortured too. I want to yell, and I want to write here that I got a frikkin 98.2 percentile in XAT but my goddamn favourite subject - yeah yeah MATHEMATICS - let me down one more time. I do not have an interview call from XLRI, and am not expecting anything from the other institute that I have applied to either! T says that at least I proved that I am smart. When asked, 'to whom?', he says, 'to yourself'. I think if I could shove this information down my readers' throats, I must have done it by now anyway. I did not need two years of MBA entrances to prove that to myself. Never mind, he was just being nice. It's only me who's losing it. Or maybe, I am imagining, this is the failure story of a star of 2030. When she'll be interviewed then, she will tell the world about it. Don't you think so too? All famous stars do have one such story behind them. :P

Coming back. Something happy. Flickr.com is keeping me happy. My increased activity and interaction there will tell that I am happy.
Ok happy is a difficult topic for today. Let's move to sanity. No prizes for guessing - my friends are keeping me sane. There are some asses who piss me off too, but right now we're focusing on happy friends. Here's one for example. My little bitch. :-)

She was in a pair of shorts with a strange print when I first met her eleven years ago. She did have the prettiest eyes though. She also helped me with my english speaking skills. You know, my personal Rapidex english speaking course. :D But she could not help me with handling water colours. I think she had a sadistic motive behind that. She wanted to tell her friends while watching Taare Zameen Par that I can't paint. That's the moment she schemed for. Now I know. But then she did teach me how to sit like a girl. Haan, I needed to be taught that. Having a brother at home never helps in such things, y'know. She tried teaching me integration (maths...ugh!) too. Ha! That ended at the word 'tried' only. But honestly, I am not so bad at maths. I am confident that I'll be able to teach my kid(s). It's just these stupid exams that fuck my happiness!

Ok let's not digress. Don't you wanna know what all I taught her? I taught her how to clean her glasses, and the need to keep them clean. That when I myself did not wear specs. Hmm. I also taught her how to say 'screw the world, I don't care' and mean it at the same time. Don't judge me - according to blogthings I am only 83% sensitive. Rest of the times I do let the world climb a pole. :D Another thing - she didn't know how to use public transport. Her mom trusted me with it, and that is how I managed permissions for us to go out. Oh, we both taught each other how to participate in a cold war too. It lasted a couple of months. It sucks, not advised for my readers.

Ohhh... one of the most important feats that is part of our friendship -- even though she is half, no 2/3rds of my weight, she used to carry me around as pillion on her bicycle. It was always scary, but a lot of fun! :-)

I think I can go on and on, but there is a lot of work that I need to complete before I go to sleep, so I shall stop here. I can only say that it has been incredible growing up with this beautiful woman. She's one of the most important loves of my life.
As always, she helped my mood right now too. Just shows that she does not even need to be physically present to be able to make me feel better. :-)

God bless her...

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

?

I don't know why, but in the recent past whenever I have thought of writing on my blog, the first word/ thought that has come to my mind is 'death'. The first time it happened I thought it might have something to do with the borderline depression I was going through. But I think the real reason is that it is this blog that is dying a slow death. I know I do update it more frequently than a lot of other bloggers around me, but it still doesn't feel the same. And I am not liking this feeling. It's my little baby. I don't know what to do...

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Back Off!

It does not necessarily have to be true that I'm the only confused person around. Some doctors are too. No offense, they're well qualified and all of that, but how am I to lose weight if I am telling you that I cannot even walk? I'm asking for a cure for the problem that's causing me trouble walking, and you're saying that you lose weight and your problem will be taken care of. Also, you can take this medicine which might probably increase your weight. Phew!

Ok, let's calm down. We need to take more medicineS for the next one month. Physiotherapy did not help after all. Landed me up in that creepy machine that does the MRI scan too. It was a funny experience! It had three basic phases - one where everything is quiet, and you just feel cold air floating around you. The second is when there are all kinds of sounds being produced - I noticed that some of them went like zoing zoing zoing, and yippee yippee yippee. Please don't mistake them for something funny...their intensity was quite creepy and these were only the underlying sounds. All was fine until this phase. Then came the one where everything started vibrating. Whoa! Vibrations PLUS the noise. For a moment I felt like pressing the emergency alarm because the gear that was around my head and ears was closing in on me. And the man there had warned me of every experience I might have inside, but not that. But it's official, I am a brave girl. I did not interrupt the process. Also, I was only slightly claustrophobic, and I hear that that much is normal for anyone who gets that test done. So I'm fine. Yay.

Went back to the doc after getting the test done yesterday. One thing's for sure...I am completely sick and tired of WAITING! Bloody! For every goddamn thing I'm being made to wait so much nowadays. Anyway. So I got lots of tablets and capsules prescribed for the next one month. And it got decided that I will commit a random murder (of the first non-nice person that comes in front of me) if things don't get better.
Came back home to generally read up about my symptoms and the medicines on Google. Found a website with a forum only for people who have back pain. It was kinda amusing to see such a thing online even though I know that one can find absolutely anything under the sun on the internet. And people's signatures had their symptoms listed. Real funny stuff! :-)

Anyway. Got one exam left to go. Really hoping for it to go well. So wish me luck. And I'll see you soon. Tada!! :-)

Sunday, January 06, 2008

XLRI n all that jazz!

As most of you know, I am in my second consecutive season of writing MBA entrances. So there has been a series of out-of-the-way exam venues that I have been to in the last two years, but nothing could beat where XLRI sent me today. I live in south Delhi, and I have been to places like Nimri Colony, Ashok Vihar, Keshav Puram, Prasad Nagar and so forth without really complaining too much because I accept the fact that no institute takes into consideration where you live. But today XLRI beat everybody! They sent me to a school called Kamal Model Senior Secondary School in Mohun Garden. This place is anyway quite far from my place, but when I reached there, I could not even allow myself to compare it to a village. It was worse. I know Delhi is huge, and not all areas are as nice as the south, but that does not allow an institute like XLRI to save costs in this manner. Cars could barely manage to go in to the galis that led to the school. And I will really not blame any of the people who reached there half an hour after the commencement of the exam. It took the expertise of my father who's lived here for 40 years AND Google Maps for me to locate that school. And it didn't end there. I think the school has been designed for the ideal stampede, if there is any such thing that exists. Apparently there was only one staircase (OR I think they were saving more costs by not deploying another person at some other entrance to guide people) which would have hardly been one metre wide.
So whatever nice things I was saying about them yesterday because they SMSd, emailed, AND called me to inform me of the last minute change in the test centre (unlike what I heard Symbiosis did last year) got negated because of this beautiful experience I had.
And mine was not an isolated one. I really think they saved money by under-staffing all venues, because Army Public School (which was a fairly decent experience last year for the same exam) was in quite a pathetic state too. Apparently, there were hardly any directions given, and people were running all over the school looking for their seats. One might pass off my centre as a small under-equipped school, but APS is supposed to be a good public school, and there is no reason why such things should happen there.

XLRI is supposed to be one of the best B-Schools of our country, one really does not expect such sub-standard stuff from it!

Saturday, January 05, 2008

My life is my life. This should suffice.

My life is my life. This should suffice.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Wondering

Wondering why some things happen…
And some don’t.

Why some things happen when you don’t want them to happen…
And some don’t happen when you want them to happen.

Wondering...

Why god reverses roles between two people
without telling either why he’s doing it.

Wondering...

Why such a big deal is made out of success and failure
when they’re both part of the same life.

Wondering...

Why extremes exist.
Why everything can’t be neutral and in the middle.
Does that take colour out of life?
But do we really need the black extreme?

Do we need to get suicidal?
Do we need murder?
Do we need loneliness?

Or is it that...

There won’t be loneliness if there wasn’t happiness at some point of time?
There won’t be humanitarians if there weren’t murders and the like?

Wondering...

How come the grays are so vast
when black and white are like spots.

Wondering...

If it is just my perception
or people can relate to it.

Also wondering...

Why I care about what people think.

Then wondering...

Why I shouldn’t care about what people think
when I am part of people.

Wondering...

Why I don’t seem to have control
Why I think I am a control freak
And why control should be an important word.

Why I need to have control on desires.
Why I need to have control on emotions.
Why others seem to have a control over the sub conscious.

Wondering...

What are the drivers towards insanity.
Lack of control, you might want to say?

Wondering...

Why mechanisms can’t remain mechanical.
Why a cleaner also needs cleaning.
And why systems break down.

Wondering...

If simplicity is overrated.
If it is really hard to sustain it.