I nEEd tO wOrk tO EAt & I nEEd tO EAt tO wOrk – cAtch 22

si vis pacem, para bellum

This was the third time I picked this book and was adamant to finish it this time….It starts like a diary of Joseph Heller or Yossarian and gets boring with no coherence till page 50 or something and then every piece starts fitting together….It has a humor which I found was tantamount to Pulp Fiction….every instance described in the early parts of the book is explained with great deftness towards the end or in the middle…..Conversations are too funny and was the first of a kind I have read in any book….the hard nut is the length or rather the thickness of the volume which intimidated me the other 2 times when I tried and took something around 15 days to finish it this time…..nevertheless a great read….

a SeSSion oF dOg RaCinG

In organizations, meetings are an important vehicle for personal contact. In a meeting, two or more people come together for the purpose of discussing a (usually) predetermined topic such as business or community event planning, often in a formal setting.

Meeting Roles:

Meeting roles and responsibilities should be assigned before or after the meeting begins. Assigning these roles will help keep the meeting focused, on-time, recorded, and orderly.

Scheduling Meetings:

The traditional method of scheduling meetings is by phone…

It’s 3 am & my unadulterated crap

A Black Eye with lots and lots of feathers in the cap…Sm1 used to think of Sb that way…..it’s the parochial way coz Sb didn’t know about others but Sm1 definitely didn’t think of Sb that way….It was for others to think of Sb that way…..Sm1 saw the black eye through other’s eyes but Sm1 was unrelenting and adamant to find out the reason why the black eye was there…..it was simply, according to Sm1, incongruous …..years and years passed but Sm1 went no where with this… Sm1 tried to build rapport with Sb and asked Sb to remove that Black eye. Sb tried but simply couldn’t remove it….had it been an indelible mark, Sb would have cleansed it to make Sm1 happy, but this was something else….Sb knew the cause and the effects but couldn’t find a way to simply remove the black eye….The Black Eye now began to look grotesque….Sm1 still had faith in Sb and Sb did trust Sm1….It was finally after 4 years & 4 months since the germination of the Black eye that Sm1tried again and this time instead of just asking Sb to cast away the Black eye, Sm1 asked the reason behind the quietus of the black eye and this time Sm1 found success…..It was right there yet so far…. It’s always the reasoning that works rather than assertion…..

ruNniNg nOSe & a soRE ThRoAt

now that I am down with sore throat and a running nose, I’m unable to post any stuff….so I thought may be I could use some of Ayn Rand’s words as were written in The Fountainhead:

Not selfishness, but
precisely the absence of a self. Look at them. The man who cheats and lies, but
preserves a respectable front. He knows himself to be dishonest, but others
think he’s honest and he derives his self-respect from that, second-hand. The
man who takes credit for an achievement which is not his own. He knows himself
to be mediocre, but he’s great in the eyes of others. The frustrated wretch who
professes love for the inferior and clings to those less endowed, in order to
establish his own superiority by comparison. The man whose sole aim is to make
money. Now I don’t see anything evil in a desire to make money. But money is
only a means to some end. If a man wants it for a personal purpose–to invest in
his industry, to create, to study, to travel, to enjoy luxury–he’s completely
moral. But the men who place money first go much beyond that. Personal luxury is
a limited endeavor. What they want is ostentation: to show, to stun, to
entertain, to impress others. They’re second-handers. Look at our so-called
cultural endeavors. A lecturer who spouts some borrowed rehash of nothing at all
that means nothing at all to him–and the people who listen and don’t give a
damn, but sit there in order to tell their friends that they have attended a
lecture by a famous name. All second-handers.
That, precisely, is the deadliness of second-handers. They have no concern for
facts, ideas, work. They’re concerned only with people. They don’t ask: ’Is this
true?’ They ask: ’Is this what others think is true?’ Not to judge, but to
repeat. Not to do, but to give the impression of doing. Not creation, but show.
Not ability, but friendship. Not merit, but pull. What would happen to the world
without those who do, think, work, produce? Those are the egotists….

a SiLeNT FRaCaS

a quiet bubble floating on a sea of noise
prancing nonchalantly but with poise
grazing the surface of water, kissing the weight of air
staging the mellifluous sonance, a dolphin couldn’t hear.

Conscious of the body which is so very tenuous
it reaches the perch so very dangerous;

Flowing with the sea, guileless and oblivious
met with the treacherous so very perilous;

Contended a battle scrupulously with the erroneous
was inculcated that the victor is the righteous
a tug of war, striving the fathoming of the obvious
happened the unfathomable to the pious;

In the world of sea, the aftermath was scopious
to all and sundry, wrangler was the precious;

a quiet bubble floating on a sea of noise
prancing nonchalantly but with poise
grazing the surface of water, kissing the weight of air
staging the mellifluous sonance, a dolphin couldn’t hear….

zEsty InsIpIdIty: An OxymOrOn

I don’t want to write this but can’t refrain myself from writing this….it’s the only thing I can think of right now and would write about as is my wont….Better someone wouldn’t read it coz it’s the most platitudinous stuff written hereafter….
yesterday I was awake by 09:15, just after they stop serving breakfast (guess I’d figured out who “they” were)….here I am, missing my Saturday morning coffee and someone else (I guess “someone” would figure out who I am referring to) would have been consuming more caffeine in one sitting than I could in a month…..
hungry and thirsty, and without even leaving my bed I’d switch on my laptop to check whether I’ve been shortlisted for SIBM P GD/PI or not and would wake up finding out that they are going to post the list later in the evening after 1700….
now that I didn’t had anything else to do, I’d wait for the clock to strike 12:30 so that I can satiate myself with the usual rancid food….but that is not to happen coz suddenly it’d dawn on me, in the same way Gautama Buddha was enlightened except that for me it was a matter of milliseconds and for him it took a span of some “I don’t know how many” years, that I have a test today called PeP test….it’s like the naukri.com’s cast down version for fresh, just out of college graduates(though we still have 6 months left before we’d graduate)….It was scheduled at 11:00 and my enlightenment took place at 10:44….the test wasn’t of much consequence to me as I already had a job but watching everyone else giving it and with a NSS repo to maintain i.e., help a colleague of mine score some marks so that he gets a call for a job which would make me the most important person per se for that job treat once he gets selected….that is what a win-win situation is for the students and plagiarism for the test conductors….
but the test won’t start till 12:30 and I can see myself 2 hours down the line with an empty stomach and the lunch missed by just a matter of minutes….this was an important lesson coz it helped me prepare for a question always asked in an interview: where do you see yourself 5 or 10 years down the line….now I understand what they intend to know by asking this question….
on the 15 min walk from the lecture theater where the test was conducted to my hostel, we (me and my 3+1 friends, initially we were 4 and the +1 joined later) had a Rs.25 pizza and a Coke at the hostel canteen…. after that I’d go on to complete the season 1 of f.r.i.e.n.d.s till the clock would strike 16:45 and I’d open the SIBM site to check the results and would find out that yes! They have posted the list of selected students….as a matter of fact, I already knew that I won’t clear the sectional cut-off in GA but was still hoping that by some miracle I would find my way in….as soon as I clicked on the link: GD/PI Shortlist, a page opened with a table showing the sectional cut-offs and the overall cut-off….it was mind blasting….I couldn’t even have dreamt that the overall cut-off would be so high….and was equally shocked to find out that the cut-off for GA actually went a mark up compared to previous year’s cut-off even when the GA this year was 3 grades tougher than previous year’s….now depressed that I wasn’t even able to clear the overall cut-off which I was thinking that I’d steer clear of, I went on watching f.r.i.e.n.d.s to cheer up but only to find myself nauseated and dizzy watching the same characters do different stuff in different episodes….but now it wasn’t funny anymore….especially with my empty stomach shouting out loud, I wasn’t able to figure out why I was starving…it would only dawn on me later that I didn’t had breakfast and lunch and the dinner the night before wasn’t well either…..so feeling this way I went next door to my friend’s to talk anything that would kill those 30mins which was keeping me away from the Saturday Night Special Dinner only to find out that he was even more depressed coz a nerd named Anurag (he was the first one to land with a job in our class in a PSU named IOCL, but he was rejected after 4 months on Medical grounds…after this incident he is averse to everything and would behave as if everyone is alive just to make a move against him and he is the vanguard of everyone else who he isn’t averse to……I have exaggerated the last two lines beyond anyone’s imagination) talked stuff the way a Conspiracy Theorist would regarding the moves made by our B.C. to get himself placed twice with a dream job in the so called EIL which is every Civil Engineer’s dream (only for the PSU types Civil Engineers) and leave the rest left out in the cold…..so they were planning to meet the Placement Head and talk about all these “Conspiracies”….
while we talked about the placement scenario, the clock’s minute hand touched 6 and we went on to have our special dinner (the dinner isn’t special, it’s just that the food served the rest of the week is so disgusting that this dinner looks heaven in front of them)…..after dinner, I ran into a guy named Aniket Gaekwad who tried to persuade me to lend him some money and also promised some perks but I was pretty confident that I won’t make the same mistake umpteenth time and as enlightenment would do, I agreed to lend him some hard cash for a Rs.69 Cafe Frappe with a condition that he’d treat me first and then we’ll talk money…..but the rascal was no where to be cajoled into something like this and would offer me a 4 Thumbs Up treat but that too in instalments which I was sure enough wasn’t going to happen…..so I kicked him out and went to a guy called Kapil Hemnani (he is the “someone” referred to in the starting para) to inform him of the high cut-offs and to know the websites from where I can download the f.r.i.e.n.d.s’ season 2 only to meet with some soft and some hard luck….I don’t feel like getting into the terms soft and hard luck coz I am writing the 1075th word and would like to end this Vicyssoise of Verbiage here……..but for anyone who read this non-sense, I promise that it wouldn’t be a banal stuff the next time…..

bYGONE vEXATION

now that I have bathed completely!!!…yes, “completely” implies that yesterday coz of water scarcity (or to be more definite coz of warm water scarcity),I wasn’t able to help this ritual reach its destiny…it was limited to the upper division of the body that contains brain, the chief sense organs, and the mouth (as defined in merriam-webster)…it’s not as if I care about these organs or rather believe in performing this ritual daily to remit a sin, but to set myself free from an obligation which this ugly world so very much emphasizes on from the moment I was born…. though with the bolt of this new year I absolved for 4 days continuously after which there was a hiatus of days I can’t recant… but yesterday was an important day as I was well prepared to sprinkle my parched job hunt(actually to get that coveted dream job which was a bonus for some unlucky guys who are yet to quench their thirst and was a dream also for those some (un)lucky guys who already had a job)….now digressing a bit from the bathing part I am feeling like shedding some light on this job part…
Mu Sigma business solutions: Do The Math…wow…a pure-play analytics company with their colloquial tag line for “You Figure It Out” which isn’t even 5 years old and is a already a pro in the fledgling analytics industry with 25 of the Fortune 500 companies, including Wal-mart, IBM, Microsoft and many more, yelping for help … Yup…this is what those 4 persons giving the ppt told us… actually it was three coz one geek was constantly fiddling with his laptop and would give us some erudite examples whenever the fatso (the one who did all the talking) asked him to…said he was busy sending some files using our college campus wi-fi to their clients so that they won’t get pissed off…yeah..but may be I was when I was rejected…though the ppt was neat with some “Did You Know?” facts and figures video downloaded from You Tube(they acknowledged that they also did the same) and the DIPP analysis….the only frustrating thing was that they were in so much of a hurry with the plethora of questions hitting them that they forgot or may be deliberately dodged the most important thing, which for the students is how much will be their compensation when the company would suck the last drop of blood from their body and the infinitesimal wisdom left in their mind….
Now getting myself back on track and moving the timeline to the point before Mu Sigma arrived,I thought it wasn’t a bad idea after all if I could get myself rid of that xtraaa thing, don’t know if it breathes or not, which my long hairs are so very adept at harbouring…The In expugnable Dandruff…
and here I am, sitting in front of my laptop hitting on the keyboard, after a long day’s toiling going futile and the short night’s delight beefed up with a couple of f.r.i.e.n.d.s’ episodes, and a feeling of the integral after I soaked the remaining half of my body with tepid water….while completing this sentence there were some murmurings inside my stomach which sinews the abrupt end of this Vichyssoise of Verbiage…..