THE GOLD CLASS MBA

In a revolutionary move that could change the way educational institutes in India function forever, Institute of management technology,Ghaziabad announced a new PGDM program called 'Gold Class' from the next academic year.

In an Email exchange, the esteemed director of the institute explained the rationale behind this strategic move. "There has been always a group of filthy rich retards who just want to get drunk, get wasted, screw around for two years and still receive a PGDM certificate from a prestigious institution. But sadly our educational system doesn't cater to this latent need. Even the students of management quota, popularly known as 'Pauva' entries, are made to work as hard as students who got in by merit. We strongly feel that this defeats the whole point of pauva admissions. Our new program 'Gold Class MBA' addresses these issues. Initially we named the program 'MBA for DUMMIES' but then changed it for the obvious reasons."

Through the 'Gold Class' program(the name apparently inspired by the popular mutiplex jargon), the students will be exempted from the grilling routine of the MBA life. Gold Class students needn't submit any assignments, solve any cases. Unlike students of "ordinary" PGDM, gold class students need to take up only 3 subjects for trimester. The last row of every class is reserved for these students where standard chairs and tables will be replaced by comfy cushions. Every club and committee needs to reserve two seats for the gold class members.

"But the killer feature of this gold class program is.." said the director in a enthusiastic tone," that every member of this gold class program is guaranteed a minimum CGPA of 7.5!"

The institute refused to divulge the fee they are planning to charge for this new course but one anonymous source hinted that it would be "Beyond Obscene".

"Since we already whored out our institute and it's brand name for the sake of immediate profits in many ways, this new program is just another step in the natural direction" the director justified the move by the management.

However, the reaction from the student fraternity was surprisingly mixed.

"OMG OMG! This is totally kewl....", reacted a bimbo," Like, I always wanted to do this MBA thingie, but I am like, dont know anything. Now with this program, I can have a blast for 2 years!WOOHOO"

" I don't see the point,dude. I mean, I heard that the standards of the institute are already in the dust bin. Seriously who gives a fuck if you read the case study or not" questioned a surprisingly well informed aspirant.

"Well. shit happens..." was the laconic reply by a current student of the institute.

"But what about the sanctity of education? Aren't we diluting the standards of education by introducing these programs?? Isn't the future of the next generation, thus the country responsibility of the educational institutes like IMT??" was the final question asked by us.

"LOLFAG!!!" was the cryptic reply we received from the director.

ALL WE ZOMBIES

Keeping up with my Scroog-ish attitude, I've vowed to stay away from Holi celebrations in the campus. But apparently, you can stay away from holi, but Holi won't stay away from you. Sooner or later, just when you begin to think you are safe, it knocks on your door...

Having Gone through all the phases of knowledge,loathe,irritation,observance, passive resistance, active participation and exhilaration, i can tell you this: This is as closest I've ever experienced the zombie apocalypse!

The symptoms look rather innocuous at first. People walking along corridors, smiling at each other, applying colors on each other. Perfectly alright.

The stage 2 looks a bit menacing. Some where, some one gets this idea that throwing people into the mud would be a great idea. And it spreads like wild fire! Before you know it, you are lifted into air, and plunged into the mud. you are dragged all over the place in the mud.

The final stage is sheer madness. People start tearing up each other's clothes. No, really. No mercy. No exceptions. People were stripped down to their bare minimums and the mayhem continues.

Apart from the phases of symptoms, another reason why i compare this to Zombie phenomena is the change in attitude you experience. You may hate Holi, you may loathe all the hoopla surrounding it, but once you were bitten, i,e were thrown into the mud pond, you will inexplicably engulfed by an urge to infect more victims. Without knowing, you will become the zombie you detested minutes back....

Of course, unlike the Zombie apocalypse, this lasts only till afternoon, and sanity prevails by the evening. But the muddy rooms, teared up clothes hanging from trees and the traces of color that refuses to be washed off will still remind you of the mayhem that ruled the morning!

Sangeek calling Sangeek

Time: 5:00 AM

Place: An undisclosed room of an undisclosed hostel of an obscure B-school

Trrrrrrrring.... Triiiiiiiiiiing...

Sangeek: hello....

Other side: Good morning, sangeek...

Sangeek: who r u?

Other side: Didn't recognize my voice? I am Sangeek speaking....

Sangeek: Sangeek?? whoddafock?

Sangeek 2: Surprised,aren't you?

Sangeek: OMG! Are u calling from the future?? Am i talking to my future self??

Sangeek 2: Duuude, this is why you aren't getting laid! Shut your geeky mouth and listen!!

Sangeek : ....... Okay.

Sangeek 2: I am gonna change your life,bro! I know you have crush on that girl in finance. I am gonna tell you what you need to do to make her fall for you, I...

Sangeek: Thnx, but no thnx!

Sangeek 2: Wat??

Sangeek: I don't want to talk to her. I would rather stalk her on facebook and stare at her from a distance.

Sangeek 2: Duuuuuude, what the shmuck are you talking? Y don't you want to talk to her??

Sangeek 1: You see, for me,she is the manifestation of everything pristine and beautiful in this world.

Sangeek 2: yeah, so??

Sangeek : But the problem is, I am a chronic cynic. I hate this world and almost everything in it. I firmly believe that the human race should be exterminated by a meteorite. I find people either incredibly stupid or incorrigibly arrogant.

Sangeek 2: So??

Sangeek : Don't you get it? The reason I am able to love her is that I don't know anything about her. I've never spoken to her, I've never heard her speak, for that matter. For all I know, she can be as intelligent as Ayn Rand or as annoying as Priyanka Chopra!

Sangeek 2: ........

Sangeek: But it will no longer be the case when I start speaking to her. I may find her boring, I may find her dumb,I may find her mean! She may not turn out to be the 'angel' I made her in my mind.

Paradise might be lost all over again, in my head!

Sangeek 2: That's crazy talk! What if you actually like her? Aren't you gonna regret not taking the chance??

Sangeek: Even If I DO like her, that's not gonna stay like that forever.Love fades over time.familiarity kills wonder. What if, in future, I no longer find my self drawn towards her as i am now? The mere fact that i may stop loving her makes me sick. So I decided that I would rather make this a perfect memory than a disappointing reality!

Sangeek 2: So,basically, your love story is Dead On Arrival??

Sangeek: I would rather think of it as avoiding inevitable tragic ending.

Sangeek 2: You're messed up!

Sangeek: But....

Sangeek 2: STFU! I am hanging up......

Click.....................................

***All the characters are fictional beyond reason and doubt, including the girl in finance!***

THE LONELY TREE

I was walking in the amphi, listening to the music of crushed dry leaves under my bare foot. It was an exhilarating experience. Autumn is under rated! For some reason, people doesn't find it appealing. Well, not me!

I sat down on the steps, watching the leaves fall down from the trees surrounding me. Have you ever watched a falling leaf? It dangles from the tip of the branch precariously, a whiff of the wind is all it takes for it to start its earthly descent. It swirls, sways and dances to the tune of the wind as if celebrating its own death! Looking at all the trees around me, with bare twigs and branches, I felt like an intruder in nature's dressing room. Autumn may look ugly to some, but for me it is the most beautiful thing.

I stood up and walked into the ground. At the end of the ground is the building which is open for all around the clock but inhibited by only a handful of geeky souls. In the middle of the ground,almost incongruous in its presence, is a big lonely tree.

Its strange, isn't it? To call a tree lonely? I don't know why, but every time I look at it, the phrase automatically comes to my mind. Our campus is full of greenery. Stand any where,look in any direction, and you will find grass and trees. The trees are often in clusters, with every tree brushing the branches of another tree. This lonely tree is the single aberration, standing in the middle of no where.It is in a place full of other trees, and yet, it is far away from any of them. Sometimes I wonder how it must be feeling....

Is it sad that it is lonely?

Or is it content because it stood out from the rest?

I've a feeling that the day I find the answer to this question, my quest for happiness might end!

The catcher in the MBA

The clock struck 12'0 clock.The music has started. I looked out of the window and saw people assembling around amphi for the party.

I sighed and connected my head phones and hoped they were strong enough to drown out the mayhem due outside.

It was the culmination of Chakravyuh, our college's sports festival. It was supposed to be a big deal and all, but i find it utterly uninteresting.But i guess its okay, since i got holidays for three days, and you can't have too many of them, can you??

This parties kill me. People are weird enough without getting drunk, but they get absolutely unbearable on these occasions. Add to that the stupid dancing they all do in groups, i feel like puking....

Let me be honest, I've been there and done that stuff, but i was stupid.Just like those people out there right now.I removed the headphones and shut down my laptop. My feeble headphones are no match for the what must be a goddamn gazillion watt sophisticated sound system out there.

I wore my sweat shirt and walked out of the hostel. I didn't feel much cold, but i wore the sweat shirt anyways. These people give me weird looks if you step out without all this winter gear.You are supposed to be shivering,rubbing your hands for heat and crib about how cold the weather is and all that stuff. Or else they say something moronic like," u southies have a rough skin!" Phonies!!

The music got louder and louder as i approached the amphi. As i was passing it, some guy stopped me and tried to get me dancing.

"Swell man, but I am going to library!" I said.

You would think he would end the discussion and leave me and all, but no!

"Duuuuuuuuuuuude!", he moaned. "Y the hell do u want to go to library??"

"Because not a single thing about this party interests me, Not the crappy bollywood songs u play, not the alcohol, and not that goddamn dance. Thats why"

"You seriously need some girls in your life, man!" he said.

"Thanx. But I think an intelligent conversation now and then with a non-moronic person will do" I said and left. I bet he didn't understand a word i said.

When i entered the library, the librarian looked at me like he was looking at a ghost. The library was dead empty, almost all the lights were switched off. I went to a shelf and took HBR and started reading. For a few blessed minutes, i forgot about all the phonies around me!

But the noise out side increased to such an unbearable limits that even the walls of the library aren't enough to stop it. The librarian, apparently, has no problem with it. I threw the book away, and walked out of the library. This is going to be a long night.

As i approached the amphi again on my way back to the hostel, i looked at my watch. Its almost 3AM. I took a sudden diversion and sat on the upper steps. These idiots wouldn't let me sleep, i might as well sit there and observe their lame phony behavior.

The amphi is full of drunken people swaying their bodies in random directions to the music. I don't know why they are dancing, and i dont think they don't know either. This DJ, stops the music suddenly at the popular phrases, and the crowd starts singing along those lines. It was supposed to be uber-cool and all, but i tell you, It's really depressing, if you ask me.

Then this DJ guy plays an supposedly emotional number, which talks about the greatness of friendship, the pain of leaving your friends and all that shit. Then all these phonies would start hugging each other and get all emotional and stuff. I kid you not! Its like they are living for each other and couldn't live without each other and like that. These are the guys who bitched,back stabbed each other all these months and wouldn't recall each others names after ten years.Now,hugging each other like they are some goddamn lovers! Its the phoniest thing you will ever see, I tell you!

Then it got worse. The power went off. Then everybody took out their cell phones and all and started swaying them as it its the most creative idea in the world. I felt like puking. i couldn't withstand the phoniness for another minute. I started going back to the room, on the way, some guy is yelling at another, "Waaadddup man, Swell party, huh??"

GODDAMN PHONIES!

PS: To salinger, who introduced me to my own story, for helping me understand who i am....

Based on a true story!

Setting: A first year class in a reputed bschool in NCR.

Class: Human Resource Management

Professor: The major issue faced by HR managers are under performing employees and over performing employees...

Class: reading ET,browsing their laptops,sleeping, doing pretty much everything but listening. Because, come on, HR is the mother of all the things boring in this world!

Professor: There are many ways to deal with unsder performing employees: Salary cuts, training or separation.

Class: Still doing the same things mentioned before

Professor: The real dilemma comes with the over performing employee. How do u deal with them? If we maintain the status quo, his morale will decrease....

Class: ........

Professor: You see, there are two ways to deal with this problem. First is to increase the amount of work he is doing. Second way is to increase the variety of work he is doing.i.e, increase his responsibility! For example, if he is area sales manager, give him another area to manage...

At this point, a naive student gets curious. He is a chronic dilbert fan, you see...

Naive student: Um, We will be paying him more for this additional responsibility, right??

Professor: Whaat? That's crazy talk! Money isn't the only motivator for the employees. They dig this responsibility stuff! It's a prestige issue!

Naive student: Let me get this straight. When an employee's performance exceeds expectations, our master plan is to give him more and more work such that his performance will fall back to our expectations??

Professor: Well, when u put it in that way....

Student: I feel soooo EVIL..........

p.s: The sad part is that this stuff is actually written in the text books.....

OPEN BOOK

Okay.... successfully screwed up another exam. Gotta study for OB2.

oh, wait. Tomorrow's exam is open book!

Great! Time to study economics, I don't know sh*t about that subject.

Lets start after few minutes of pointless surfing and refreshing mail box in eternal hope of receiving an useful mail.

Hmm.... Exorcism of Emily Rose. Plot is interesting.

Must... watch...movie.....

Holy shit! Its dinner time already!

No tensions,bhai. Kal open book hai!

Dinner sucks. Another twenty bucks spent on junk food.

Okay... Let us start OB.

Innovation and change, types of....

Holy Fucking God! Today is HIMYM's 100th episode!

May day! Abandon book! I repeat, Abandon book.

After all, tomorrow's open book!

Where am I? Oh,yeah, Organizational life cycle,culture....

Booooooooooooooooring!

you tube - search - penelope cruz lesbian kiss

*drool*

Bureaucracy, change leadership,blah blah.

OOO... a pointless flame war with generous mud slinging going on in the class mail group, time to contribute to the spam.

Wait, i almost forgot watching the latest episode of Big bang thoery!!!

Politics, power, organizational...

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn!

Satan's balls! Its already 2AM.

Feeling sleepy, man!!Kal dekhlenge yaar, Open book hi hai!

The saddest part is i know i am gonna regret this tomorrow in the exam. But hey, wats the fun in open book if you study the day before?

A New year Story!

The weather is chilly. People gathered near the bon fire; warm and fuzzy. Some are drinking. Some are eating. Some are, of course, dancing! There is ear piercing "Popular" music playing in the back ground.Some are shouting "Wooooo"s for no apparent reason, perhaps to demonstrate they are full of joy?

As it is customary with any gathering, some lame guys are desperately trying to catch the attention of the members of the opposite sex. Some are announcing the unsolicited updates about the status of the current year:" 30 mins to midnight, Yaaaay" ,"20 mins to new year,Yaaaaaayy"

Oblivious to all this hungama, in the ground, in the shade of a lonely tree on a bench sat a lonely geek. The bench is all wet from the mist but the geek doesn't care. He is looking at the sky. Directly above his head is the moon.

Some dude came: Hey, man! Wattare u doing here?

Geek: I am watching the moon

The dude apparantly was at loss for words.But he gathered his thought and said: Watching... Why..?? Why would anybody, any sane person, sit and watch the f*&in moon on a new year's eve when a party is going on 20 feet away??

Geek: Its lunar eclipse today. I've never watched one.

Dude: Lunar eclipse? But its new year!!!

Geek: Its also lunar eclipse.

Dude: F*&ing Dork! You are never gonna get laid!

Geek: I am so gonna write about this in my blog...

That thing you Do!

"Look there she is..." my heart lept as i saw her in second row in the auditorium. Why i do keep running into her?

There is a vacant seat beside her! Hell!! Since when boys are leaving seats beside pretty girls vacant?

"Okay, i am going to go and sit there" I told my friend, shaking him off. He silently nodded and found another seat. Thats the best thing with we boys, it doesn't matter how much best buddies you guys are, when it comes to girls, they don't mind leaving you alone.

My heart raced as i sat beside her. Heck, i am within two inches distance to her! Can't believe it!!
I can actually hear her breath. I surreptitiously glanced at her. God, i wish i can describe how beautiful she was!! I really do!!

"This is your chance,kid" i told to myself. "Talk to her. Say something funny.Make her laugh"

I raked my brains for about 10 minutes but all the stories i've read, all the jokes i've heard, they betrayed me. I sat there beside her, sweating like a pig!

Damn! she looks so pretty in formals!

Soon i was in damage control mode. May be not necessarily witty or funny, atleast say something! Say HI!

Ask her what her name is!

Ask her what time is it!

Ask her for a pen!

Damn it! say something for heaven's sake!!!!

In my mind, i am vigorously kicking myself and pulling my hair out!

Here i am, sitting beside the girl who keeps me awake in nights ( actually it may be the heat and mosquitioes of ghaziabad,but its more romantic to think this way!) and i can't even say Hi!

Suddenly, i felt a surge of inspiration. I am going to do it!
I turned towards her and opened my mouth. But before any words escaped my mouth, a huge macho guy came and said "Hey S. Lets go to Nescafe and have some coffee!"

"Sure" she said and left the hall. And left me.

I sat there in silence for some time. Then i opened my notebook and started working on the story i am writing.


I hate being a Nerd!

28

I hate to sound like a octogenarian by talking about good ol' days but i couldn't resist! I am deeply disappointed by the way things are going on here in MBA!

Currently, End term exams are going on,But the only clue you would get about that is on the obscure corner of the notice board.Nothing has changed here.

Things were different back in the good ol' engineering days (Here i go!). Exam is a "EVENT" you experience with your friends. We gather around in the name of group studies and well, it doesn't matter who starts the discussion about the specific body measures of the tamil hottie, what matters is that we have a fruitful discussion at the end of which everybody will be exhausted and we start our long march to the Tea stall.

Every college will have a Tea stall or restaurant nearby which serves as the unofficial meeting point for the students. It will be the busiest point in the city on those exam nights! People greet each other with the question,"Started studying?" for which usual reply woud be"Nay! about to".Its completely different matter that this "About to start" guy will end up scoring frigging 93% in the exam!

When the nights belonged to the Tea shop, the evenings belonged to the Xerox shop nearby. Xeroxes of text books, Xeroxes of notes, Mini xerox,Micro xerox..... The guy taking the xeroxes would dictate the passing and failure of atleast 60% of the student janta!

Barring a few "Freakish" people who get medals and stuff, the one thing that occupied the minds of all the students was the number 28.

28 is the magic figure which divides the pass and fail.

28 is the number Which represents the culmination of your efforts during the previous nite.

28 is the ferry which transported you from Supplementaryville to the Wonderland.

28 is the Holy grail every engineering student seek.

The whole strategy of the students revolve around 28. Which chapters to study, which questions to attempt, how many pages to write..whatever may be the dilemma, its all for the 28.

1.618 may be the divine ratio, but for us 28 is the divine number!

Gone are those golden days in this MBA. Everyday here consists an exam,quiz,assignment or some deadline so there is no Sacro sanctness attached to the end terms anymore! Every night stretches into 3 or 4' 0 clock so there is no fun in doing a night out anymore! Everything needed is supplied by the college and there is no need for xerox anymore! And thanks to the open book system and case based questions, there is no need to mug up the text book anymore! Thanks to the CGPA and relative grading, There is no significance for 28 anymore!

Everything that was occasional and special during my engineering days became mundane and regular in my MBA life...

I miss those panic sticken conversations post midnight at tea stall.

I miss waiting in line to take the micro xerox of classmate's notes.

I miss the anxiety that grips the soul before looking at the question paper.

And more than anything, I miss aiming for 28!!

RANDOM RANTINGS OF A TIRED SOUL

Ok. One of the downsides of being a student again.... Exams! i feel like shouting "&^%&*((&#%" !!!

So many things to take care of, so little time. Being me, odds are i end up screwing up everything!!

How the hell did students survived before maggi came along??

Financial accounting for managers - Is it universe's way of punishing me for my sins?

The most overused word in a MBA's life - Strategy.

Garma garam aloo pyaaz parantha at 3'0 clock in the night, yummmmmmmmmmmm!

Assignments, project submissions,Summers,End terms,B school fests, and still how do i always manage to play Cricket 2007 on my lappy??

Yaaaawn!

Hot chocolate at Nescafe stall at 4'0 clock, a life saver!

Babes in B-school: they are like the objects in your bike's rear view mirror. They look very near and reachable But in reality they are far away.Its as if you are in two different multiverses intertwoven into each other!


Marks are a mirage. Long live mediocrity!!!!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn!

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE

You know what? Expectations hurt!

When i say I am Doing MBA in Delhi, My friends think i am a 'Kewl' guy. They greet me with the question " How many girl friends till now??" everytime i talk to them. They seem to have this impression that girls in B-school are waiting in queues to become GFs of nerdy boys!If you are one of them, I've news for you,fella!

Girls.... Not easy!!!

But Surely i can't tell them the answer that i am a dork and never talked to a single girl (or a single girl never talked to me) in the college. So i am planning to play along by fabricating stories of Wild romances and one night stands. I am pretty creative in that aspect. I will store random numbers in my phone and swell up my contact list.

But as the cliche goes, Hope springs eternal. When i heard about the freshers' party that was going to be held,I spent one whole evening fantasizing about coochi - cooying with hot babes of the college(I guess that explains my Midterm marks!). I am tired of my nerdiness and decided to hit on every girl in the college in freshers' party. I know its pathetic, but I will borrow chandler bing's line from one episode of f.r.i.e.d.s and say "I am needy and awkward and desperate for love!". And desperate guys call for desperate measures!

So i spent many days strategizing my advances. I carefully picked up one liners from the vast ocean of internet, I made up some amazing anecdotes that never happened in my life. And in case any other despo tried to steal my girl, i am ready with some witty retarts which will make him look like a freaking retard! I am ready to arrive on the scene, baby!

The D-day has come. With a million hopes and thousand fantasies playing in my mind, i entered the venue and kind of crushed to the core looking at the arrangements. It invoked the worst fears hidden in me, but i controlled myself and approached one of the organizers.

"Umm.... What's happening here?"

He stared at me like i was an idiot and replied,"Party"

"Yeah. I know that. I mean,whats with the DJ and all the swingling lights.Its not like we are going to dance or anything!" i spoke the last phrase slowly,"Are we??"

"Of course! We are... Thats the whole party of having a party. We dance until our legs ache and our heads spin!"

There you go!

But my legs are spinning and my head is aching now!

This can't be happening. No, the universe can't hate me this much. Party means food and talk. Not dancing! Atleast, not in my graduation days!

And so the "Party" started. I dejectedly went to a corner and sat like a rock for hours. In front of my eyes, life-of-the-party guys are having the time of their lives, demonstrating their skills and wooing girls. Everybody is in a world of their own. I wondered if anybody will notice if i died there and composted into a fossil.

After gulping down a few drinks, I felt a sudden surge of confidence that has nothing to do with my drinking ( how could it be? I drank orange juice!). If it takes dancing to woo a girl, i am gonna dance! the fact that the last time i danced was a disaster of cosmic scale didn't deter me.

I unleashed the animal inside me and let those instincts guide me. My strategy is to sneak up upon an unsuspecting (dancing) prey and become her partner,before she knew what was happening. So i picked up my target and applied my strategy. Sadly, the prey didn't find it amusing. She used a different choice of words, but she advised me to Go and gratify myself sexually.

Well,to be perfectly honest, more than one girl might have said that. But i am not sure about the figure. So i changed the strategy. I picked up a group of girls and guys dancing together and approached them surreptiously. Using my pathetic dancing skills, I managed to trip all the guys within the five metre radius. In management jargon, I leveraged my weakness and turned into my strength. Stephen covey would have felt proud of me.

Disgusted by my "dancing", one by one started slipping out of the group to join a new one.

My plan is working perfectly,but here i lost my direction. Believe it or not, I started enjoying my little tryst with dancing. Don't get me wrong, I still sucked big time. But it didn't matter anymore. Its as if i am the only person in the world!

Soon, i stopped caring about babes and was dancing by myself. People stopped, gaped, laughed, stared, pointed fingers, whatever! I didn't care. And i Danced until my feet was huring and head was spinning.

After the night, lying in my bed and exhausted i thought that the mission was not accomplished but something good and memorable came out of it!

IMT DIARY

Its been exactly one month since i entered this college. Can't believe how fast life goes here...You grumpily wake up on monday morning wishing it was sunday... and viola! Its saturday nite!! So many things happening at the same time, U wish u have more than two hands or more than one brain or more than 24 hours or all of them. Here are some snippets from my IMT diary..

Orientation:

The sole pupose of first week of orientation is to torture the juniors and scare the S**t out of them. The day starts at 5'0 clock in the morning and ends at,um... 5'0 clock in the morning. Believe it or not, Juniors are not allowed to sleep for the first week. If we managed to get a nap for 2 hours, we used to consider ourselves lucky!! Add to this sleep deprivedness, ragging sessions from midnight to 5'o clock. Yes. Like organized crime, we have organized ragging here. At a particular time, at a particular place. A strict instructions of what to do and what not to do!!

Cultural nite:

A celebration of ending of orientation week. This is usually where the life-of-the-party guys exhibit their talents while pathetic dorks stand in an obscure corner and silently watch. Of course, some of those pathetic dorks blog about the event one month later.... That's a different issue.

Classes,clubs and commitees:

After orientation week, the class schedule feels like a holiday. What only 6 hours of academic sessions... cool.

But interviews for various clubs and commitees will wear one out. One will get used to the idea of waking in nights and sleeping in classes.

Before you know, its quiz time. People start studyin like crazy. The library is full of people at 1'o clock on a sunday nite. I wanted to shout,"Its saturday night for christ's sake! Get a life!!"

Library:

A bit about library here. This is the place where i feel home. Being the dork i am, I spend most of my time here, usually taking a book with me and sinking into one of those comfortable sofas.

Goonda Nite:

The screening of mithun charkaborty starrer "Goonda". Without doubt, my best nite in IMT.

To state that Goonda is a milestone in history of Indian cinema is an understatement.I have wasted 10 years of my life by not watching it. ( it got released in 1998). With dialogues being sheer poety, not to mention the award winning action by the people who delivered them, Its an life time experience. When was the last time some one died on the screen and you were rolling down with laughter?? Sample this dialogue...

"Behnaa!! Tu margayi?? Lambu ne tujhe lamba kardiyaaa???"

And i can't resist adding some more gems of dialogues from the film...

"Mera naam hai Bulla! Hamesha rakhtaa hoon khullaa!!"

"Maa meri chudail ki beti. Baap mera shaitan ka chela. Khaayegaa kelaa??"

To Sum up, If you know hindi and didn't watch this movie, You will rot in hell!!!

Salsa Class:

We have to come up with a venture as part of a cometition and we arranged a salsa class for the college. (Got the irony of it??).Yester day was heavy work for me, running around the campus all day...By the end of the prograam, every muscle in my body was aching.

So, Thats the story of one month. Still 20 odd to go. For now, i am very tired. Yesterday's hang over! So allow me to shut my lappy down to catch some sleep. Nite nite!!

P.S:

One of my class mates asked me, "hey! Why were you not dancing??"

My first instinct was to tell her the truth. That no female species in the college agreed to stand anywhere nearer than 3 feet to me. But i wisely decided that it won't be good PR for me. So i put up my best -frustrated face and said that since i am organizing the whole event, i was not allowed to participate. I gave the impression that i would have burnt the dance floor given a chance. I don't know if she actually bought it or not. i just hope she didn't saw my adventure with paper dance....