IYAD-WYAD-YAG-WYAG
If You Always Do-What You've Always Done-You'll Always Get-What You've Always Got.
So if your life is ever going to improve, you'll have to take chances.
-Anonymous
vs.
IYAD-WYAD-YAG-WYAG
If You Always Drive-the Way You've Always Driven-You'll Always Get-Where You've Always wanted to Go.
-Anonymous
'One' name but two completely different decision making strategies. The second one's actually been invented by me. It made sense, so i decided to retain it. Anyways next time i want to chose between the conventional butter-fudge(bf) or the new chocolate chip(cc), i'll remember to interpret this crap as i want to. Or i could do a SWOT analysis, which is the strength, weakness, opportunity & threat analysis of the product.
What if real life, day to day decisions were to be made on the basis of fundas mentioned in 'Management' Eighth Edition? Life would have been so simple, we could have simply lived out our entire lifetimes on paper. Or on the contrary, life would be heavily difficult dealing with the repercussions of decisions that look perfect on paper but turn out to be wrong practically. Thats why POM is just a course that needs to be forgotten after 2nd year 2nd sem.
Either way decisions are neither right 'white' nor are they wrong 'black'.
P.S. As you would have already guessed, I had my Principles Of Management(POM) Test today.
P.S. I would choose Butter fudge. The second IYAD-WYAD-YAG-WYAG works for me !!(Atleast for now)
P.S. This post is dedicated to Swati who is always had the knack to make great decisions.
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Delhi
As i read through Rachit's 'picturesque' memories of Arunachal Pradesh, my own childhood memories in dirty delhi slowly started 'polluting' my head. I have lived in delhi since i was born. Family 'recreational' trips to other places were rare and limited to hill stations. They were more of an 'escape', 'air breather', 'relief' etc for me than the 'recreation'. I remember staying awake the entire nght, in anticipation of the journey. And then cursing myself for thoroughly enjoying the part where we wave goodbye to our house. Such was my desire to leave delhi. There are times when i really wish that dad hadn't left the army and i had been born n brought up in some place as open and beautiful as AP. My memories of the long distant childhood are sparse and foggy. The pollution levels have finally clogged my brain.
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As i walk down, sorry drive down through the various traffic sgnals and traffic jams in my head, to an age when i was 4, i recall a roadside chai walla on the other side of my nursery school wall. The aroma of fresh chai mingling with the characteristic smell of kerosene from the choolah, togethor blending with the smell of a wet wall, gave me a sense of excitement and adventure, a strange connection to nature. I stood there wondering what lies far far beyond the wall. And since then the wall, the chai & the choolah stand for an emotion in my life. Thats what i like to call 'standardisation'.
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My school, the (in)famous dps rkp, was around 2 hrs from my place. I recall the everyday 4 hr journey, for a period of 13years, to and from the school. I remember the school parking lot congested with buses on the banks of a dirty naala. The exhaust of the buses combined with the irritating chit-chatter of the school crowd and the added taste of a mother dairy ice lolly gave me a characterstic splitting head-ache. This happened regularly, and hence i made myself believe that i have migraine. We consulted a neurologist and everything was fine.
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I am 'supposed' to like delhi because i have my home there. Because it has a metro and a Lamborgini Gallardo on display. I am supposed to like Delhi because i have been born and brought up there. Because there is a Dominoes, Pizza hut, Barrista and a hundred other joints like that.
But trust me, i hate crowds. And i still dream of an isolated n open place like pilani.
Am i living my dream right now?
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As i walk down, sorry drive down through the various traffic sgnals and traffic jams in my head, to an age when i was 4, i recall a roadside chai walla on the other side of my nursery school wall. The aroma of fresh chai mingling with the characteristic smell of kerosene from the choolah, togethor blending with the smell of a wet wall, gave me a sense of excitement and adventure, a strange connection to nature. I stood there wondering what lies far far beyond the wall. And since then the wall, the chai & the choolah stand for an emotion in my life. Thats what i like to call 'standardisation'.
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My school, the (in)famous dps rkp, was around 2 hrs from my place. I recall the everyday 4 hr journey, for a period of 13years, to and from the school. I remember the school parking lot congested with buses on the banks of a dirty naala. The exhaust of the buses combined with the irritating chit-chatter of the school crowd and the added taste of a mother dairy ice lolly gave me a characterstic splitting head-ache. This happened regularly, and hence i made myself believe that i have migraine. We consulted a neurologist and everything was fine.
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I am 'supposed' to like delhi because i have my home there. Because it has a metro and a Lamborgini Gallardo on display. I am supposed to like Delhi because i have been born and brought up there. Because there is a Dominoes, Pizza hut, Barrista and a hundred other joints like that.
But trust me, i hate crowds. And i still dream of an isolated n open place like pilani.
Am i living my dream right now?
Semantic Gap
I woke up in a land where i couldnt understand the language of the people shouting around me. I woke up because of that or probably because the clock was shouting 12. I made the effort to investigate and thus found the culprit in the common room. I think it was SUN TV. On enquiring (in a language easily understood by both sides) i found that a major event had occured in A.P (the reply was in skewed english). I eagerly listened, as i saw 'BREAKING NEWS' splashed all over the screen. Fans of Telugu superstar Chiranjeevi had allegedly attacked actor Rajasekhar and his family members to protest against some remarks by the latter.
According to the people sitting, Rajashekhar had stated on Sunday that Chiranjeevi had no experience in throwing parties (as he was doing it for the first time). And thus expressed his reluctance to be a part of it. So the fans of Chiranjeevi got angry, very angry.
First i couldn't believe it. Why would somebody comment on something as small as a page three 'party'? And then even if he did, why the unnecessary violence?
'INEXPERIENCE TO THROW PARTIES'
:-)
It took an entire day and a lot of convincing by a lot of people for this episode to sink in. When i finally resigned to its reality and googled 'Chiranjeevi' for the final confirmation. This is what i found:
Rajasekhar had stated on Sunday that he would not join the political party proposed to be floated by Chiranjeevi, as the latter had no party experience.
The reality had changed but it was equally funny. It had infact reached the common room in the form of a communication gap. But I still laughed.
According to the people sitting, Rajashekhar had stated on Sunday that Chiranjeevi had no experience in throwing parties (as he was doing it for the first time). And thus expressed his reluctance to be a part of it. So the fans of Chiranjeevi got angry, very angry.
First i couldn't believe it. Why would somebody comment on something as small as a page three 'party'? And then even if he did, why the unnecessary violence?
'INEXPERIENCE TO THROW PARTIES'
:-)
It took an entire day and a lot of convincing by a lot of people for this episode to sink in. When i finally resigned to its reality and googled 'Chiranjeevi' for the final confirmation. This is what i found:
Rajasekhar had stated on Sunday that he would not join the political party proposed to be floated by Chiranjeevi, as the latter had no party experience.
The reality had changed but it was equally funny. It had infact reached the common room in the form of a communication gap. But I still laughed.
So much for hygiene
Reasons why i brushed my teeth twice today in the morning
- Suddenly there is a very noticeable hole in one of my teeth. A cavity. I guess thats what its called. Its black and ugly so right now am all scared. How would i look witth that one particular tooth missing.
- I have reason to believe that one can brush away one's sin. And i have been proven correct this time. For more information refer to point 6.
- The cold water in your mouth is like ice. So in a sense it was penance for my sins.
- It was probably to cover up for yesterday morning, when i had to rush for a class and hurried through one of the most important aspects of hygiene.
- To avoid the trouble of brushing today in the night.
- To prevent 'extra' bad breath. (Following that logic my room also needs a good brush).
- It was a simple gesture which said "I think i still care" !!
- Close-up tastes nice and i was hungry.
- Finally and most importantly, No one was watching.
FORCED YAWNS
We decided to go for a nice stroll in the cold weather. Sushant chickened out. "Ob da". There was the prospect of hot paneer paranthas in sac waiting on the other side of the ordeal. Ahh it was certainly worth all the trouble. The food was brilliant. That kind of gives away the quality of food provided in the mess. Anyways from now on all treats and other dinner outings shall be shifted to sac. There is only one drawback, you dont get to laze around "conversation seems futile", focus being on the food that seems to be coming any moment now.
Then there was this meeting with the PMRU. First day. Everybody seemed all serious about this stuff. Directly out of the textbook named "Conventional". 'B' 'I' 'T' 'S' Pilani needs more publicity. We need to build media relations with the english dailies rather than the low profile rajasthan 'patrikas' circulated mainly in a radius of 250 kms of Jaipur. And then Deora made me realise how important the 'Bong Connection' really is. And bloody he used the entire stretch from fd1 to vyas to emphasise this point. Finally lesson learnt. Did someone mention reporting events and sensationalising insignificant events?
Wing was the hub of a lot of activity courtesy our very own 'bong connection'. We were made spectators to something that had us in splits for almost an hour. Hostel. Lesson learnt: Close all gaps and never waste electricity( turn off lights). And a word of caution against spies like Shekhar and Appa who have a very strong sixth sense.
:-)
Then there was 'sponz' calling and a conscious effort to get an artificial 'southie' accent. It was Mr. Balasubramanyam on the other end so i was confident that the transformation would help. Try putting an elongated 'aa' after every sentence and you are almost there. For the more interested ones use 'macha' , 'da' and 'sexy ra' as often as you can afford and you could pass as a 'gult'. And yeah most importantly modify your bathing cycle.
Long weekend coming ahead. Udaipur. Bikaner. Jaipur. Delhi. Roadtrip. Delhi. Pilani. "If only we could get a few bikes", remarked Ada casually. So what if its only some 3 degrees below freezing point. Why not, we are dudes in the making right.
There is most probably SPM test tomorrow and its second hour. Shit. BCC. FCC. Simple cubic. Forced YAWN. And its 2. Forced YAWN. Its late. YAWN. Time to sleep.
YAWN. Good night.
Then there was this meeting with the PMRU. First day. Everybody seemed all serious about this stuff. Directly out of the textbook named "Conventional". 'B' 'I' 'T' 'S' Pilani needs more publicity. We need to build media relations with the english dailies rather than the low profile rajasthan 'patrikas' circulated mainly in a radius of 250 kms of Jaipur. And then Deora made me realise how important the 'Bong Connection' really is. And bloody he used the entire stretch from fd1 to vyas to emphasise this point. Finally lesson learnt. Did someone mention reporting events and sensationalising insignificant events?
Wing was the hub of a lot of activity courtesy our very own 'bong connection'. We were made spectators to something that had us in splits for almost an hour. Hostel. Lesson learnt: Close all gaps and never waste electricity( turn off lights). And a word of caution against spies like Shekhar and Appa who have a very strong sixth sense.
:-)
Then there was 'sponz' calling and a conscious effort to get an artificial 'southie' accent. It was Mr. Balasubramanyam on the other end so i was confident that the transformation would help. Try putting an elongated 'aa' after every sentence and you are almost there. For the more interested ones use 'macha' , 'da' and 'sexy ra' as often as you can afford and you could pass as a 'gult'. And yeah most importantly modify your bathing cycle.
Long weekend coming ahead. Udaipur. Bikaner. Jaipur. Delhi. Roadtrip. Delhi. Pilani. "If only we could get a few bikes", remarked Ada casually. So what if its only some 3 degrees below freezing point. Why not, we are dudes in the making right.
There is most probably SPM test tomorrow and its second hour. Shit. BCC. FCC. Simple cubic. Forced YAWN. And its 2. Forced YAWN. Its late. YAWN. Time to sleep.
YAWN. Good night.
I did a good deed today!
I feel happy. I did a good deed today.
I was very close to my bhawan. 5 minutes by foot. But I stood there, infront of VFAST, going over every tiny detail of my minute long meeting with ebibo. It was probably a 5-6 second phase( hindrance in motion) and immediately a rikshaw appeared infront of me. I instinctively refused telling him that i preferred walking. But within the next 30 seconds, as to what took over me, i have absolutely no clue. I got on the rickshaw and told the guy to lead me to vyas. First even he didn't believe his luck and wondered whether i said FD3 or C'not. But after i confirmed, he thought to himself 'Youth of today are surely a weak lot'. I did a good deed today and i am happy.
This guy was old and haggard. He seemed to have lost his eyesight in one eye. A thick shawl was wrapped around him. After all in a place with temperatures reaching -0.8 degree celsius even breezy afternoons could turn dangerous. He cycled as hard as his exhausted muscles would allow and then got down in the middle to push the rickshaw. Now he said something, more to himself than to me. But it was audible. "I have worked here for 40 years. Now i am getting tired." He mumbled something else but i wasn't able to figure out what that was. The rickshaw stopped. Vyas was here. As i got down somebody remarked "Whats up with you, when did you start using rickshaws." "Is VFAST that far? You never used a rickshaw before." I feel tired today, i lied.
I quickly opened my wallet and paid him 10 bucks. He probably knew. But as i hurried into the hostel there was a smile on my face and i felt happy. I did a good deed today.
I was very close to my bhawan. 5 minutes by foot. But I stood there, infront of VFAST, going over every tiny detail of my minute long meeting with ebibo. It was probably a 5-6 second phase( hindrance in motion) and immediately a rikshaw appeared infront of me. I instinctively refused telling him that i preferred walking. But within the next 30 seconds, as to what took over me, i have absolutely no clue. I got on the rickshaw and told the guy to lead me to vyas. First even he didn't believe his luck and wondered whether i said FD3 or C'not. But after i confirmed, he thought to himself 'Youth of today are surely a weak lot'. I did a good deed today and i am happy.
This guy was old and haggard. He seemed to have lost his eyesight in one eye. A thick shawl was wrapped around him. After all in a place with temperatures reaching -0.8 degree celsius even breezy afternoons could turn dangerous. He cycled as hard as his exhausted muscles would allow and then got down in the middle to push the rickshaw. Now he said something, more to himself than to me. But it was audible. "I have worked here for 40 years. Now i am getting tired." He mumbled something else but i wasn't able to figure out what that was. The rickshaw stopped. Vyas was here. As i got down somebody remarked "Whats up with you, when did you start using rickshaws." "Is VFAST that far? You never used a rickshaw before." I feel tired today, i lied.
I quickly opened my wallet and paid him 10 bucks. He probably knew. But as i hurried into the hostel there was a smile on my face and i felt happy. I did a good deed today.
The 'It'
dooba dooba rehta hoon main aankhon main teri...
deewana ban gaya hoon chahat main teri....
There are days, when you simply cant stop thinking about a particular thing or person( from now on referred to as 'It'). It continously revolves in your head and makes you go crazy. The only way out of this madness is:
To listen to it and hum along, if 'it' is a song
To indulge in it, if 'it' is an activity, or
To meet 'it' and spend time, if 'it' is a person
It comes and blows away like the wind and lasts probably for a few hours. Max a day, but hardly longer. You know you'll probably end up laughing at it, in hindsight. Some like to simply call it 'an' infatuation and others a 'phase'. But i personally like to tag it to something more heavenly yet concrete.
Ab din guzarte nahin Ratein kat-ti nahin
Teri tasvir se baat ban-ti nahin... Aa-ja
'It' is representative of your mood or your general state of happiness.Or in more scientific terms, a mere illustration of resonance (or maybe constructive interference).
Koi jaane na, Pehchaane na
Yeh hua kaise
Tum aagaye khwabon mein aise
I just cant stop singing this song. Its been going in my head for a very long time now. I am left to wonder what 'it' is ?
Is it the song or the mood?
deewana ban gaya hoon chahat main teri....
There are days, when you simply cant stop thinking about a particular thing or person( from now on referred to as 'It'). It continously revolves in your head and makes you go crazy. The only way out of this madness is:
To listen to it and hum along, if 'it' is a song
To indulge in it, if 'it' is an activity, or
To meet 'it' and spend time, if 'it' is a person
It comes and blows away like the wind and lasts probably for a few hours. Max a day, but hardly longer. You know you'll probably end up laughing at it, in hindsight. Some like to simply call it 'an' infatuation and others a 'phase'. But i personally like to tag it to something more heavenly yet concrete.
Ab din guzarte nahin Ratein kat-ti nahin
Teri tasvir se baat ban-ti nahin... Aa-ja
'It' is representative of your mood or your general state of happiness.Or in more scientific terms, a mere illustration of resonance (or maybe constructive interference).
Koi jaane na, Pehchaane na
Yeh hua kaise
Tum aagaye khwabon mein aise
I just cant stop singing this song. Its been going in my head for a very long time now. I am left to wonder what 'it' is ?
Is it the song or the mood?
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