Sleeping Awake ~

I wrote this post about a year back, but I always had an eerie feeling about it! Somehow something was wrong......I never could fully connect to the very words I myself had written down- There was something about this post which kept disturbing me, everytime I saw it. Until yesternite, when finally I discovered that perhaps I was just ahead of my time.
Something which I had written a year back makes more sense now than it ever did....to me !


Why is it that we keep nurturing those dreams which we know are never going to come true?When the night stretches too long, and you are still awake. When the roads outside have died out and the night is so silent that you actually hear yourself breathe.It’s so late that the Bacardi has stopped kicking. But it’s still too early for the hangover to clear fully.It’s in this particular aperture, this moment of temporary blankness, when the world stops flashing its images at you, when you are neither asleep, nor awake, neither drunk nor sober that this alternate dream world immerses you in it.She lies beside me and whispers in my ear. I can feel her warm breath on my neck. I can taste the moisture on her lips. I drown in her aroma. I can feel our heartbeats becoming one.

It’s a world where the distances between us had ceased to exist, where unspoken words make more sense and a quiet smile means more than being on phone for hours. I just wish that this was for real and that I never wake up. I can die a hundred deaths for just one night like this, lying next to her in her arms and her, in mine.And then suddenly you wake up with the sound of wings flapping outside your window as pigeons take their first flight of the day and you realize that it’s already past dawn. And all you have is a couple of hours before you re-enter and take charge of the other dream state which we call life!

Pyaar ka Side effect No. 9574

Act: 1. Scene: 1. A class in Brand Management in one of the top B schools in India.

Its still early morning and people keep entering the classroom in silence with ruffled hairs and red eyes, some have just got up from sleep 5-10 minutes back and some didn’t sleep at all for the entire night and will probably do so after the class. Most scramble for the nearest place they get to unload their books and be seated. The smarter among them look for strategic positions where they will be safe distance away from the Prof’s questions and watchful eyes.


Prof: Today we will explore internal branding. But before that let’s first define what Internal Branding is. And who is going to tell me that? (Starts looking around the class and points to a random guy)

Yes! Chintamani ! Tell me what is Internal Branding?

Random Guy: Sir I am not Chintamani. I am Amit.
(Before he could finish the Prof stops him.)

Prof: How does it matter? Tell me the answer.

Random Guy: Internal Branding is branding to your internal stakeholders like for example your employees.

Prof: Perfect! And why do you think such a thing is necessary in the first place?

(And starts explaining to the class)

What happens in Diwali? Or Holi? Your mom makes laddus. And you have to go to the market to get all the ingredients. But what do you get at the end of the day? Only broken pieces, because all the good ones are for the guests.

What happens when guests come to your house? They get tea & snacks in costly cutlery. But what do you get? Tea in a cup with a broken handle or a broken edge.

And why is that?

Because we always believe in giving the best to ‘Bahar ke log--
Hum to Ghar ke log hai…hum-e kuch bhi chalta hai !’

And this is the price we pay for being the internal stakeholder- The Ghar ke log

Arre isse toh acha hai ke we become bahar kaa admi…isn’t it?

(The class nods in acceptance)

And that’s what happens in a corporate environment also. And to overcome that we have internal branding, which means treating your internal stakeholders at par with external stakeholders and making them all ambassadors of your brand and of your brand value & philosophy.


Act: 2. Scene: 1.

Our hero is looking quite angry, standing on his balcony and smoking his umpteenth cigarette for the evening. It’s already well past 11:30 p.m and he has been trying to call our heroine for the last 90 minutes but without any success.

Night time is the only time they get for each other, to talk and to romance. All day they both remain busy with classes and other work and with all kind of people around them it’s hardly possible to spend more than a couple of minutes over the phone. It’s only at night by about 10p.m that they both literally lock themselves up in their rooms and quietly sit talking for …….about an hour.

But the last couple of days weren’t like that. She has been really busy with her project and returning home late, which means having dinner late, which in turn means that she has been retiring to her room pretty late. Add to that the fact that she is not really a ‘Night raider’ like him and follows a strict lifestyle and goes to sleep by 11p.m, after which its really not physically possible for her to stay awake and talk with him.


He had called her up today at 9p.m when she reached home. She had asked him to call her up in an hour. But when he tried calling her up then, there was no response. She might still be busy with her dinner or other chores- that’s what he had thought and waited for another 10 minutes.

But by 10:10 her phone was busy, he kept on trying initially after every 2 minutes, then every 5 minutes, and then every 10 minutes. But it was still busy. Generally she doesn’t waste much time with other calls at this time, hardly for a couple of minutes, but its well over 90 minutes that she has been with this call now. And even if she calls up now, it’s only going to be a courtesy call with just about enough time to squeeze in a ‘Good Night’ before she falls asleep.

Finally his phone rings at 11:56pm. It’s a missed call from her asking him to call back. But he doesn’t move. The phone rings a second time. He responds this time, calls her up.



Hero: Hello!

Heroine: Arre my school friend called up...

Hero: You must be feeling asleep. Go to sleep. Goodnight. (In an angry tone)

Heroine: Arre ! why are you getting angry on me? Did I say I wanted to sleep? Or I am sleepy? I called you to talk to you. But if you don’t want, then it’s okay. You always get angry on me.

Hero: Yeah I know. Within two minutes you will feel sleepy. You are already yawning. And if you are really not sleepy, then talk to me for half an hour.

Heroine: It’s true that I am tired and sleepy but I am still talking to you na? What can I do if this is the only time I get with myself?

Hero: I have been trying to call you up for the past couple of hours. Didn’t we have a pact of keeping this time only for ourselves?

Heroine: What can I do? My school friend called up after more than 3 years. She is getting married and she called me to invite. She was so excited about it that she just kept on talking and talking and I couldn’t say her NO.

Hero: Thik hai I understand. But what for 2 hours?? Couldn’t you finish it by half an hour or so?

Heroine: She wanted to talk to my folks and her folks also came online. We grew up together and are family friends so she started talking and personally inviting everyone and then she handed over the phone to her folks. It was really not possible yaar!

Hero: Hmmmmmmm…!

Heroine: And it was really not possible for me to disconnect the call in any way. I couldn’t just tell them that ‘please call me later; I have an important phone call to attend from my boyfriend, that I can leave everything in the world but not him!’

Hero: Oh I see! Great! You did right. Absolutely right. Anyways Goodnight.

Internal Branding Lesson for our Heroine:

We all know that you want him to be understanding and sensitive to your feelings and consider him to be your closest friend. But don’t punish him for being an internal stakeholder. Don’t hurt him for loving you. You cannot expect him to be understanding until and unless you yourself are understanding and sensitive towards his feelings and needs.



Internal Branding Lesson for our Hero:

Welcome to the club. You are a boyfriend and that means you are an internal stakeholder now. You will never be treated at par with others, and will always get the raw deal. But that’s part of the package, if you want your love; you have to be understanding and a bit flexible.Don’t be so demanding always And girls really don’t like angry young men anymore!

Either you be her boyfriend and wait for her call every night and talk to her for 5 minutes or be just another friend and call her up once in 3 years and talk to her for hours- The choice is yours!


Epilogue

Now out of all the couples in this world, our Hero & Heroine should have known about Internal Branding, coz they both were MBA’s. But perhaps they didn’t or even if they did, they failed to apply it to their relationship.

And as our Hero (Really don’t know how the Heroine feels?) later realized that perhaps it’s really these weird marketing concepts which decide whether you end up in a comedy or in a tragedy.

The Horseshoe Nail Salesman

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.



So Always keep a healthy supply of horseshoe nails with you.


Just FYI (For your Information)

During World War II, this verse was framed and hung on the wall of the Anglo-American Supply Headquarters in London, England.

:)

Bacheha-Ye aseman (Children of Heaven)

Name: Bacheha-Ye aseman/ Children of Heaven (in USA)
Release Date: 1997
Written & Directed by: Majid Majidi
Cast: Amir Farrokh Hashemian (ALI); Bahare Seddiqi (ZAHRA)


Just one word: Terrific!

This is the first time I watched an Iranian film and fell in love with it. It’s a movie about two little kids and their lost pair of shoes and it has the potential to put to shame 99% of the movies we have been able to churn out in the past few years.

The last time I saw such splendid performance from a kid was from ‘Apu’ in the ‘Apu’ trilogy by Satyajit Ray, and perhaps that’s the reason I liked it so much- To see the world from the eyes of a kid, a kid from a lower middle class/poor family and the strong emotions which bind them and the small little things which make them cry.

I remember once crying for a pen, a costly pen which mom had bought for me and I lost it on the first day in school, and how frantically I kept searching for it even after school in my classroom and then hiding it from my parents.

But the scene which I liked the most was when Ali & Zahra communicate by writing in their notebook sitting next to each other and pretending to study under the watchful eyes of their parents.

Perhaps Indian film makers should also learn that you don’t need big budgets, or copied plots from Hollywood movies or stuntmen from Australia or scores of naked women or people dancing in the Swiss Alps to make a great movie.

All you need is a heart.

This ...is....Sparta !!

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The Fool Circle II

The placement week has ended and it has left me heavy with a lot of last minute mugged jargons and numbers But more importantly it has left me introspective, trying to answer all those HR questions which most Fortune 500 companies would ask you in their interviews or application forms:

What are your long term goals? How do you see yourself 10years from now? What is your purpose in life? Tell me about your strengths and weaknesses?

And every time I sat answering these questions I knew something was wrong. Its not that I can’t faff, infact I can do that quite gracefully, anyone who knows me can vouch for that!

But what troubled me was that I really didn’t have a clue as to what my long term goals are in material terms? Now I am not talking about spiritual or Meta physical goals. I am talking about numbers, about the real world material stuff. I don’t have any idea as to which organisation I would like to lead or how much bank balance would satisfy me?

So as most MBA’s would do when they don’t have a clue to what they are looking for (and when google is of no help either), I widened my search and started analyzing my behavior and all the incidents which keep happening with me and all that I have desired or wished and chased in the past 25 years of my life.

And what I discovered is both amazingly startling and chilling.

The Fool Circle

'Well not too far away in the future a day will come when I will also complete my 6 terms here and get a diploma and a farewell party and also a convocation ceremony and I don’t know how my emotions will run then? '

http://pratikchowdhury.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-one-is-for-my-seniors-here-at.html

That day in the future has arrived and I am standing on the doorstep of this dream called IIMK, probably looking at the K’ hills for one last time and saying my best wishes before I start on the journey ahead.

And I am not sad, surprisingly- rather I am grateful that it went on the way it did with all its bitter sweet memories. I am grateful for all the fun, for all the friends and acquaintances, for all the gyaan, for all the KLPD situations I was in, for all the close shaves and near catastrophic situations, for all the parties, for all the chat sessions, for all the tragic/comic romantic episodes, and for all mindless things which one does in a B school!

But of all I am most grateful for the lessons it taught me with failures, with unsuccessful stories, with being on the wrong side of the fence, and getting the raw deal. Perhaps it has made me hungrier and perhaps made me realize that my journey has just begun and I have a long-long way to go before I can look back with pride and say ‘What a life it has been!’

...Whats in a Title?

It’s that time of the year again and I can hear funny sounds.

It’s been really a roller coaster this term. Still can’t believe I am about to be churned out of this place dressed in a robe with a diploma in my hand in about 3 months time.

Had two back to back presentations early in the morning. The first one, right at 7:30 am was already underway as I entered the class (perfect start of a fantastic day! ??) I walked in, kept my lappy and walked right across the class to take my place among my team members, team members with very expressive eyes and early morning dispositions.

Who the hell said that only Julia Roberts can do it? They all did it to me ….they said it all….When they actually said nothing at all!!

A couple of hours later, it was my turn to take on the centre stage and give some global gyaan. A history of sorts was made with the most inscrutably, outrageously absurd gyaan being delivered ever…. when I linked the fall of the Soviet Union with the e-business strategy of an Indian auto company! Yes you read it right…and this statement was made in a presentation with strict time limits.

Too much of e-business strategies for corporates, now its time to fine tune my own e strategies,…yes that’s something which has been lurking around in my ‘must do’ list for sometime. Wanted to change my orkut profile a bit, give it a new look and attract some damsels.

But what the heck ?? Couldn’t find a single good looking girl with an original profile. What the hell has happened to this world? Why is everyone committing? And even worse- getting married. What the hell happened to the great old Bengali promise of not marrying until you turn bald? I suddenly feel old, watching my old school mates marrying and committing, the time is not far away when I will be called ‘uncle’ ……Lord Have Mercy!!

And before I wind up and head for the night canteen let me be very clear on ‘my hearing funny sounds’ part. It’s been going on for hours now. Sounds of people singing, chanting, praying, reciting, mostly with stolen filmy tunes, bursting in accolades, fighting, debating and running chaos. I can hear it as I type this. It kind of runs down my spine as I try to decipher what it means? And wonder why? And no I am not hallucinating yet! It’s the God damn local mallus ……making me go mad!!!

And if you are still wondering why I wrote such a crappy post….Well, you know who is to be blamed?

The Friendship Curve

‘Good friends we have, oh, good friends we’ve lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you cant forget your past;

So dry your tears, I seh.’

Bob Marley

Somehow these lines seem to capture my experience with friends and friendship. Two of the most astonishing words I have ever come across other than love, hatred and life itself.
I hardly have a present friend whom I have known since kidhood days. Infact most of my current friends are people whom I have known hardly for a year.
At times I feel I am a loner. But yet strangely I have never been without friends. I have always had a steady supply of wonderful friends, people whom I have known for a short period of time, been great friends with, spent a hell of a time together and then lost, at times forever.
I am full of memories of such people. It’s not everything that I remember, but just some faces like old snapshots and the moments between them.

And now when I recall our times together they all seem to be following a similar curve, a curve which reflects the intensity of our friendship.
Its kind of a bell-shaped curve with varying degree of slopes on its either arms and most often than not is skewed on one side.


Why I lost them? Why they lost me? Why did we become so dear friends in the first place? Will I ever get to relive those happy days again? What if we would still be friends? Would that fire of friendship still be burning inside us if things wouldn’t have gone the way they went?

Well life can be full of questions if we keep asking them.
Or else we can just lay back and reminisce about the small little laughter’s we had and let them be sweet memory files.
After all why do we even expect that friendship or any relationship would stay on for ever?
It’s not how much area we cover under the friendship curve but rather the heights which we achieve with it.

Confessions of a 'Dead Man' ..

@the anonymous girl:

Deewano ki yeh baatein....Deewane Jaante hai.....Jalne mein kya maza hai??....parwaane jaante hai...........Tum yunhi jalaate rahna...aa...aakar khwabo mein..!

I am fu*#ed.

Its past 2 am in the morning and I have two tests today totaling 100% weightage.
Voila! That’s like a full 3 credit course in a matter of 6hrs.
Well those who know me? Know that I still have a long time to go before I finish up reading all the chapters at least once!

How time changes? And with it, it moulds everything around it……..it’s something I’ve never known.

Perhaps in this world, where everything is momentary the only thing which stays on are just words……words which I type down…….as a relic of the moments of my life and things which I’ve been through.

My diaries, my blog and all my random musings……look so different now!
The words still rekindle the same feelings in my heart….But I know more than anyone else that it’s no more the same.

The same blog posts which I posted on this website….everyone one of them is still very close to my heart, but perhaps something else, or someone else has changed.


Why did I ever meet her? Why do I love her so much? Why did it happen the way it did? Why did she ever leave me? Did she ever love me?...................Maybe I’ll never know, no matter how much I try?


Maybe she will always be with me in my words. She can go away from me but she can’t take away my words. She will always be the reason why I write……….. Why I feel all the things I feel……and the reason my heart still aches in lonely nights!

Requiem for a Dream

The green valleys still look the same, serene and intoxicating, trying to whisper something in my ears in the surrounding stillness.

It’s not like last year when I first laid my eyes on them, that seemed like love at first sight.

I used to stay awake the entire night just to look at the early morning clouds lying lazily on them and caressing them with their smooth touch.

The clouds never seemed to leave them, as if they wanted to drown themselves in them and enjoy each and every second of the few hours they had with them before the sun dawns and separates them for the rest of the day!

I don’t know whether it was the nature lover in me or the resurrected soul of the long dead lover which made me see what I saw in them:

Two lovers who are about to be separated lying quietly in each others arms, losing themselves in each other and maybe saying a quiet, little prayer!

Dream on !!

Well if you guys had been wondering what ever happened to this bloke? And why is my blog lying dormant for so long? Its coz I have been going through a roller coaster ride since the last 3 months or so……somehow living and blogging seemed inversely proportional, the more life I got, the less time and urge I had for blogging.

Going home after a long gap, my flight to Mumbai, Primesite, my project, Mumbai malls, Bars, Clubs, Pubs, Colaba, Wilson college hostel- mackichan hall, New York Bar, Kindred spirits, that ultimate day in office waiting for my presentation to get over and then rushing out to chase another dream…….whifffffff !!!…....I can never forget that day for the rest of my life and all the sleepless nights I was awake preparing myself for it!….

And then my last week in Mumbai….….……..a old church, Victoria terminus, a railway ticket counter and a reflection on the glass door of an ATM………..I wish I never had to come back!

I don’t know what to say or feel about them? I feel restless…I feel sad…I feel ecstatic…..I feel like a pregnant woman with lots of emotions held up in me about to come out of me, kicking and fighting inside me to let them come out. But I will hold them inside me….make them kick me, kill me and hurt me…no matter what they do? I won’t let them come out ……maybe I am just waiting for something to happen or someone to smile back on me…………….............Again!

Everytime that I look in the mirror

All these lines on my face gettin clearer

The past is gone

It went by like dust to dawn

Isnt that the way

Everybodys got their dues in life to pay

I know what nobody knows

Where it comes and where it goes

I know its everybodys sin

You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life is in books written pages

Live and learn from fools and from sages

You know its true

All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the years

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears

Sing with me, if its just for today

Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away

Dream on, dream on

Dream yourself a dream come true

Dream on, dream on

Dream until your dream come true

Dream on, dream on, dream on...

Sing with me, sing for the years

Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears

Sing with me, if its just for today

Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away

Dream On
Aerosmith

Sleeping Awake

Why is it that we keep nurturing those dreams which we know are never going to come true?
When the night stretches too long, and you are still awake. When the roads outside have died out and the night is so silent that you actually hear yourself breathe.

It’s so late that the Bacardi has stopped kicking. But it’s still too early for the hangover to clear fully.

It’s in this particular aperture, this moment of temporary blankness, when the world stops flashing its images at you, when you are neither asleep, nor awake, neither drunk nor sober that this alternate dream world immerses you in it.


She lies beside me and whispers in my ear. I can feel her warm breath on my neck. I can feel the moisture on her lips. I drown in her aroma. I can feel our heartbeats becoming one.

It’s a world where the distances between us had ceased to exist, where unspoken words make more sense and a quiet smile means more than being on phone for hours. I just wish that this was for real and that I never wake up. I can die a hundred deaths for just one night like this, lying next to her in her arms and her, in mine.

And then suddenly you wake up with the sound of wings flapping outside your window as pigeons take their first flight of the day and you realize that it’s already past dawn. And all you have is a couple of hours before you re-enter and take charge of the other dream state which we call life!

Coming Soon...

Sorry guys and gals for being out of touch for so long!!!

I know I haven’t blogged for a long while now but trust me fellas I have been up to a lot of things and have got loads of stuff to write about and share with all you guys.

The hostel where I stay doesn’t have internet connection; more so the bugger with whom I share my room reminds me of ‘time table’ from ‘Dil Chahta Hai’

Really rough conditions for writing I must say, especially for a guy like me to whom writing doesn’t come naturally. Infact very few things come to me naturally. I have to really struggle a lot with myself to do these. Trust me.


But worry not mates. I am back again. And this time I am armed with a digicam.

So hold your breath, tighten your seat belts, and remove your hand from that mouse, and be ready for a deluge of posts one after another coming your way.

I call it the summer collection. But Mumbai matinee seems much cooler and thats what I am going to name all my blogs which I write sitting here in Mumbai nagariya.


Hold On Guys !!
Mumbai matinee is going to RockK you ALL Very Soon !!!!

Just Another Post

I know I am blogging after a long time now. In the mean time I changed the look of my page thrice and settled on this one for the time being. Somehow I don’t seem to find the perfect look of my page, a page which will have my panache, my feel, through out and will speak as much of me as do my words.
The latest news from my side is that I have finally completed the first year of my PGP, so technically speaking I am ½ MBA now, minus of course the summer project which I will have to sweat it out onboard the local trains of Mumbai. But that is not on the top of my mind now. Somehow in the past 3 trimesters I have learnt to just look and worry about the following 12 hours, anything more than that is simply a waste of time. Some call it living on the edge, some say JIT. For me it has simply meant to just aim at the nearest devil and live life as it comes, devil by devil. Strangely it is not something which I would have done a couple of years ago. I always used to be a dreamer, day dreaming about how I should go about my activities and used to waste hours planning for them, but all that has changed in the past few months.

As I sat on the last bench, with dreamy red eyes, from 3 continuous night outs, trying to figure out the questions of the financial management exam, a sudden thought dawned on me. The share prices, the options, the futures, derivatives all seemed to scream that how much I have missed in the past 10 months. I have had this feeling before, of the huge pile up of back log which I have been creating every term. Somehow they just seem to keep increasing by the day. One day missed and the work for that day gets piled up, as hardly I will get a free day to devour them.
I know what most of you guys would be thinking?
These IIM guys don’t have a life- mugging, numbers, excel sheets and charts are all they care about and then they get those huge pay packets, that too on a golden platter without having to sweat for it.
But I can bet that behind all those talk is a hidden desire to be like us, live our lives and for most of the girls, to get an IIM grad as their boyfriends, if they cant get in on their own. Trust me guys I have seen it firsthand.
Anyways coming back to the examination hall, 20 minutes down the exam I was still sitting trying to look busy by diving deep in to the question paper quite sure that I won’t be able to cruise through this one. Meanwhile others were buried deep in their answer sheets writing all that they could scrape out from their brains.
40 minutes down and I was nearly finished with all those I could manage to do of my own. But still I couldn’t get out of the lingering thought…… Am I really eligible to clear the first year of this prestigious Institution? Have I really been able to grasp all the concepts and ideas hidden inside those heavy books, course materials and handouts and cd’s?
What will I do next trimester when, I will be majoring in finance and marketing? Will I be able to clear all those backlogs by then? Or will the same style continue for one more year?
Certainly I am a failure at becoming a mobile library like most of my buddies here. I have not been able to excel in fin or mark or even my known subjects like accountancy here. I am no bond.

But I have changed a lot in the past one year or so. The same stimulants which used to stir me up even six months back don’t do now. The same jokes at which I could not stop laughing even six months back get only a slight smile from me.

I guess I have discovered more about me in the past one year than the subjects which I was meant to. Six months back I would have still wondered how I will react to a particular situation but now I know it fully. Somehow I feel I am closer to me than ever. My worst nightmares, my most cherished dreams, my best kept secrets, my darkest sides…all seem so clear and known to me now. Even the most tensed situations have stopped giving me any shivers. Not to mean that I have become a great manager in excelling under pressure situations but just that I have stopped reacting emotionally at unnecessary things. It’s really crazy but it’s true, the world looks so much more different now than it ever was for me.

Long time back, while I was still in college a very senior professor had once told me that a B- School changes you more as a person than the amount of knowledge it imparts in you. Back then I could only imagine what he meant, but now I am living it.

Is this what an IIM does to you? Or is it just another one of my midnight hooey’s. Frankly speaking I don’t know. Perhaps the answer lies somewhere down the road ahead.

Clarification to the post below.

This poem/song is a creation of James Blunt, atleast thats what Google says, thanks Dewaker for bringing it to my notice and my sicere apologies for the earlier goof up.

My life is brilliant.

My life is brilliant.

My love is pure.

I saw an angel.

Of that I'm sure.

She smiled at me on the subway.

She was with another man.

But I won't lose no sleep on that,'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place,And I don't know what to do,'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,As we walked on by.

She could see from my face that I was,Flying high, [ - video/radio edited version]

Fucking high, [ - CD version]

And I don't think that I'll see her again,

But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place,And I don't know what to do,'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.

There must be an angel with a smile on her face,

When she thought up that I should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth,I will never be with you.

James Blunt

@the anonymous girl

Found this poem somewhere, wish I could have written it....

Yes, she caught my eye, As we walked on by.

She could see from my face that I was …..Fucking high,

And I don't think that I'll see her again, But we shared a moment that will last 'till the end.

You're beautiful ! You're beautiful !! You're beautiful !!!

............It’s true.

I saw your face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do,

'Cause I'll never be with you...!!

Happy Birthday to ME...!!!

This is what pastries are made for................some people eat it !!

The clock struck 24 completed years for ME today & this is how I welcomed it...!!

p.s: Some people thought that I was celebrating Halloweens...:)

This one is for my seniors here at IIMK, a tribute to them, My style…..

The entire BHostel Gang together after the last Hostel Party

A simple little pretty much inconspicuous guy who was my junior in college in St.Xavier’s Kolkata, and an eccentric guy whom I met during the GD/PI sessions in IMS Kolkata a couple of years back. The first one lives right opposite to me and the other one is one of the more famous guys here, a council member and both of them are my seniors.

The story of life has always been a collection of the stories of the people whom we meet and all the moments we share and all the things which we did or even more about all the things which we could have done, but never did.

Today as my seniors are leaving I can’t help myself but regret the fact that I was a failure in not knowing all of them more closely.
Perhaps we could have got more time to know these people who were right next to us, rather than knowing about authors with unpronounceable names who wrote shitty books.

But still whatever time and moments I got are all part of one sweet little memory file for me. Snapshots of times which froze in my memory to be cherished forever and perhaps to tell you guys someday through places like these.

Spam wars on IP, Pranay’s creative genius, JC’s smart one liners, Ravi & Abhilash’s size, Nilanjanda’s knowing smile and red eyes. Shounakda’s lambi gyaans, Sumcha’s random walk through the corridor with the earphone on, talking to his girlfriend, God so many times I thought he was talking to me while I walked past him, Mustu’s cool & sweet attitude, Sandy’s historical blunder. My own blunder at the first party at K with the Ms. Seniors :) All the girls who used to frequent my hostel and how I did a klpd once by greeting one of them? (will tell you guys in detail later). There are so many such moments which I will never forget. But there’s one guy whom I will miss the most and he is Meren. Somewhere down within I feel he is a lot like me. Carefree, bindaas, never cares about his grades or attendance, big time smoker, and to top it all he listens music in full volume. I will miss him when the next time I am out of cigarettes or when the next time I need to piss Firdaus off by playing music at full volume. But I will miss him the most when after getting up late I wont find anyone on my floor and have that feeling that I am the only one bunking classes.

Well not too far away in the future a day will come when I will also complete my 6 terms here and get a diploma and a farewell party and also a convocation ceremony and I don’t know how my emotions will run then? But today when I look at my seniors I just want to tell them that they were one hell ova batch of achievers, not because they got into an IIM and left with the best ever placements, but because of the persons they are, the kind of legacy they are leaving, the culture they built, the parties which they gave us, and most of all............

FOR SURVIVING TWO FULL YEARS IN THIS PLACE.

I just hope that someday, somewhere around this big bad corporate world we will meet up again face to face and that Day ....................…..Mil Baithenge 3 yaar.….Hum, Tum aur Bagpiper…:D