Eeeenhaaa!!! Today is 5th of june my summer internship ended officially on 1st of june but I m still here sitting in my office trying to look busy but the reality is I m searching for the profiles of this year’s Miss Universe contestants. The reason behind this delay for the first time in my life is not me J. Its my guide, apparently he doesn’t have much time to sit thru my presentation and I don’t blame the poor chap he has been pretty busy.
Well I know as a summer intern you really don’t work but atleast the basic reason why m I here is the PPO( pre placement offer) and these people are not even interested in me. But I have lowered my expectations right from the moment I came in. I have already convinced myself thinking “ main bhooka nahin marunga koi na koi company to mujhe bhi le hi legi” and agar wahan bhi kuch nahin hua to main apne bachpan ka sapna poora karunga and I will open a juice shop or a good restaurant in Mumbai.
Well this is not the first time in my life I have been neglected the girls of my school, my college, my college professors they all have been ignoring me for all my life. But after coming to this place I actually felt like I will do something substantial but lets face it tusar kapoor cant act no matter how much money his fat sister pumps in and I cant work no matter how much I think. I have done it all in the last two months bunked office and watched movies, slept in the office used office phone to call up my frnds and had a chat with them for hours.
My project report is on Equipment Finance and mark my words when I say this I myself wont recommend any soul on this planet to follow my recommendations unless he is my sister’s maid (she used to cook horrible food and I guess this will be my way of revenge).
But then as I look back lets face it summers are for fun. I am not talking about those guys of a typical B school whose all the daily activities are governed by the fact that whether this will be a good resume point or not , for many don’t-know-don’t-care kinda people it’s easy cash and lotsa time to enjoy.
In the meantime it started raining in Bombay and I dunno why rains have special effect on people especially on couples it somehow motivates them to do stuff publicly jisse agar shiv sainikon ne dekh liya to they will catch the couple and unki wahin shaadi kara de.
“ No pandit! No Agni! Seedha Vivah sutra ka bandhan” ( okay I have been watching lotsa hindi movies lately..)
I will be leaving tomorrow and agar mera plane hi jack nahin hua ya bomb nahin fata to I will reach Calcutta by 7:30 pm tomorrow. Three people are desperately waiting for me in Calcutta .. my canteen wala, my dhobi and my Bike. First two people because I owe them money and well my bike because kafi dino se woh aise hi khadi hogi with nobody to look after her. You see everybody feels lonely after sometime.
On the other hand I m also pretty excited to get back to campus the incentives are many.. first new junior females will be coming in second I will be moving into a new room and third well the junior females will be coming inJ
Well I really wanna go back not because I hate the food in Bombay which is so difficult to find in the first place but because I miss all my friends. Its strange that you don’t realize how important friends are in one’s life but only after staying away from them one can feel the difference. There comes a time in everybody’s life where your craziness your doubts can no longer be tolerated by your family and then your friends jump in. I miss them all and want to see them .........................
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan
Woosh … I wanted to start off this post with oh and you thought I was dead and I left blogging but no crazy-ass-punk I m not .. but that joke has been dragged to death just like dev anand’s directorial career. So plain and simple I will get down to the topic for which I blog and that is me and my life.
It’s been 6 weeks since I started my internship and even though you are a MBA student with one of the most promising career ahead, as a summer intern my contribution to the whole HSBC is less than the copier machine kept in the alley. When I say that, its not only my case I mean leave aside the Big buck earning Investment bankers whose income slip will look like the budget of some shahrukh khan’s blockbuster or Consultants who has got a frequent flyer number of three airlines … the situation is pretty much the same everywhere. Summer interns have got very little work to do. But then you cant leave your desk after all If you are not working doesn’t mean people should get to know that you are not working. So I just stay in here sit on my chair sip a cup of coffee and read every damn thing available on net.
I have been reading lotsa blogs on net and there are blogs on marketing, politics, humour I mean even if Simi gerewals doggy gets violated by a stray dog you can find that info on a blog, but I write about my life and my experiences. Call me a self obsessed narcissist but point is nobody talks about me except my mom and Mohan da( my canteen wala jisska do mahine ka bill maine nahin diya). So I just want to pen down these things so that in future main apne bachon ko bata sakoon dekho bachon aise they tumhare papa. To kya hua ki now I m a bald guy with a belly which looks almost like a spalding basket ball, I had my share of fun too.
These two weeks will be gone in sometime and I will get back to joka but Mumbai experience has been pretty much fun. I have spent lots of quality time with close friends and had lots of fun. It’s a different state of affairs when you have to stay all alone. Unlike an hostel I don’t have a dhobi here, who used to come to my room take away all the dirty clothes and come back with a smile and stack of clean clothes washed n ironed. That six foot dark man with moustaches of jeetender style seems like angel to me now. Or the Asif bhai of my mess whose never ending efforts to make me a fish eater went down the drain seems like god to me. There are basic pleasures of life which I miss the most in here. Since I got a company laptop which takes up as much time to start up as A K hangal will take to finish a marathon, I cant listen to music too…L
One of the biggest problem is the food trouble. Kuch din pehle tak St. Xavier hostel( the place where I m staying) ki mess was on to no trouble but ab it has been closed. Its difficult to find a place to live in Mumbai but it is equally tough to find good and cheap food in Bombay. I am sick and tired of eating vada pav and pav bhaji. Whenever I hear pav my facial expressions show a close resemblance to rakhi sawants expressions when she was kissed by Mika.
Well to be honest I love Bombay and because of few basic facts this city teaches you how to survive, how to think big, how to dream, how to win a race and how to keep fighting even when you are down. This summer experience has been great I have matured as a person and the best thing was all the great moments I had with my friends here. There are moments I just want to keep in my memory forever and that is why I am writing this down so that it stays there for all my life …..
It’s been 6 weeks since I started my internship and even though you are a MBA student with one of the most promising career ahead, as a summer intern my contribution to the whole HSBC is less than the copier machine kept in the alley. When I say that, its not only my case I mean leave aside the Big buck earning Investment bankers whose income slip will look like the budget of some shahrukh khan’s blockbuster or Consultants who has got a frequent flyer number of three airlines … the situation is pretty much the same everywhere. Summer interns have got very little work to do. But then you cant leave your desk after all If you are not working doesn’t mean people should get to know that you are not working. So I just stay in here sit on my chair sip a cup of coffee and read every damn thing available on net.
I have been reading lotsa blogs on net and there are blogs on marketing, politics, humour I mean even if Simi gerewals doggy gets violated by a stray dog you can find that info on a blog, but I write about my life and my experiences. Call me a self obsessed narcissist but point is nobody talks about me except my mom and Mohan da( my canteen wala jisska do mahine ka bill maine nahin diya). So I just want to pen down these things so that in future main apne bachon ko bata sakoon dekho bachon aise they tumhare papa. To kya hua ki now I m a bald guy with a belly which looks almost like a spalding basket ball, I had my share of fun too.
These two weeks will be gone in sometime and I will get back to joka but Mumbai experience has been pretty much fun. I have spent lots of quality time with close friends and had lots of fun. It’s a different state of affairs when you have to stay all alone. Unlike an hostel I don’t have a dhobi here, who used to come to my room take away all the dirty clothes and come back with a smile and stack of clean clothes washed n ironed. That six foot dark man with moustaches of jeetender style seems like angel to me now. Or the Asif bhai of my mess whose never ending efforts to make me a fish eater went down the drain seems like god to me. There are basic pleasures of life which I miss the most in here. Since I got a company laptop which takes up as much time to start up as A K hangal will take to finish a marathon, I cant listen to music too…L
One of the biggest problem is the food trouble. Kuch din pehle tak St. Xavier hostel( the place where I m staying) ki mess was on to no trouble but ab it has been closed. Its difficult to find a place to live in Mumbai but it is equally tough to find good and cheap food in Bombay. I am sick and tired of eating vada pav and pav bhaji. Whenever I hear pav my facial expressions show a close resemblance to rakhi sawants expressions when she was kissed by Mika.
Well to be honest I love Bombay and because of few basic facts this city teaches you how to survive, how to think big, how to dream, how to win a race and how to keep fighting even when you are down. This summer experience has been great I have matured as a person and the best thing was all the great moments I had with my friends here. There are moments I just want to keep in my memory forever and that is why I am writing this down so that it stays there for all my life …..
Monday, April 23, 2007
Dont sleep in the office
Hello I am back again, after a long long time I got some motivation to write something.
Right now I m in Bombay ..doing my summer internship with HSBC, which is apparently my first experience in the corporate world. So exams ended result is out and guess what I survived again. This time my finance prof grabbed me almost by my throat but again “Jai Bajrang Bali ki “ main bach gaya. I m sure last janam mein maine kai punya kiye honge jo bhagwaan inna meharbaan ahi mujhpar.
Now workplace is a different ball game all together I sometimes feel completely out of place, to start off I don’t have a fixed desk. Some renovation work is going on and apparently there is a dearth of chairs. I come here pretty early almost the first one to the office and take my seat but then since you are a summer intern and your importance in the firm is slightly more than the sofa which lies in the waiting room anybody could come and ask you to move.
Here you are sitting on a nice chair …pretending to work when actually you google for getaway destinations arnd Bombay and somebody comes and says excuse me this is my desk. I wont get into the details of how does that feels but I guess the feelings is almost similar to that of Shakti kapoor shouting at that India TV ki reporter(Oh my god how the hell I remember that piece of news ) But then you are supposed to smile and say politely oh I will move.
Lets just talk about how the workplace is actually different from a college.
1) You cant sleep in your office.. I know its tough for guys like me who got so used to go into the cuddly woodly woosh world of sweet dreams the moment something academic pops up in front of their eyes. The worst thing is you have a comfy chair a nice AC and everything which is perfectly designed to facilitate falling asleep but sadly you cant. Its something like Angelina jolie calling you in for a date but you cant go because there is a family puja in your home which your grandma wont let you miss. Few days back I found a cutting chai joint close to my office so after that its not that tough to stay awake.
2) You have to dress up nicely. Oh I hate it, I know most of us like: buying mach 3 but hardly using it. The monthly consumption of our Deo is more than the water we use for bathing but no forget the good old days. In an office you are supposed to be nicely dressed clean shaven and yeah Deo wont help you must take a bath daily. Since my dry cleaning skills is something I am as proud as Rahul Gandhi is for being a Gandhi I simply do the bathing ritual every alternate day.
3) Low rise is out and double pleates are in: How can I miss the comfortable freedom providing floaters. No sneakers and all only formal shoes. We all wear denim as if we are third cousin of Levi Strauss but in an office you cant wear a jeans Trousers is what you are supposed to wear.
4) When somebody is talking to you , you better listen: After my grad days I realized the best way to get away from any situation involving uncomfortable questioning Like Kanpur wali auntiji asking about my graduation marks, my father talking about my ATM withdrawls or any professor trying to explain a complex theory to me. The best way to get away is to act as if you care and keep nodding your head with few shots of yes no maybe in between. But nahin Beta aap office mein aisa nahin kar sakte. When your head is giving deadlines and guidelines you will have to follow them.
5) You cant cog your assignments : After my graduation my assignment doing habits are a cross over between a fax and a Xerox machine. I used to cog assignments with great speed and accuracy but then in here you cant cog it coz you are the only one working on your project and unlike the campus there are no good friends around to help you get through.
I am ending this up because my project guide is roaming around :P will get back to this place pretty soon.
Right now I m in Bombay ..doing my summer internship with HSBC, which is apparently my first experience in the corporate world. So exams ended result is out and guess what I survived again. This time my finance prof grabbed me almost by my throat but again “Jai Bajrang Bali ki “ main bach gaya. I m sure last janam mein maine kai punya kiye honge jo bhagwaan inna meharbaan ahi mujhpar.
Now workplace is a different ball game all together I sometimes feel completely out of place, to start off I don’t have a fixed desk. Some renovation work is going on and apparently there is a dearth of chairs. I come here pretty early almost the first one to the office and take my seat but then since you are a summer intern and your importance in the firm is slightly more than the sofa which lies in the waiting room anybody could come and ask you to move.
Here you are sitting on a nice chair …pretending to work when actually you google for getaway destinations arnd Bombay and somebody comes and says excuse me this is my desk. I wont get into the details of how does that feels but I guess the feelings is almost similar to that of Shakti kapoor shouting at that India TV ki reporter(Oh my god how the hell I remember that piece of news ) But then you are supposed to smile and say politely oh I will move.
Lets just talk about how the workplace is actually different from a college.
1) You cant sleep in your office.. I know its tough for guys like me who got so used to go into the cuddly woodly woosh world of sweet dreams the moment something academic pops up in front of their eyes. The worst thing is you have a comfy chair a nice AC and everything which is perfectly designed to facilitate falling asleep but sadly you cant. Its something like Angelina jolie calling you in for a date but you cant go because there is a family puja in your home which your grandma wont let you miss. Few days back I found a cutting chai joint close to my office so after that its not that tough to stay awake.
2) You have to dress up nicely. Oh I hate it, I know most of us like: buying mach 3 but hardly using it. The monthly consumption of our Deo is more than the water we use for bathing but no forget the good old days. In an office you are supposed to be nicely dressed clean shaven and yeah Deo wont help you must take a bath daily. Since my dry cleaning skills is something I am as proud as Rahul Gandhi is for being a Gandhi I simply do the bathing ritual every alternate day.
3) Low rise is out and double pleates are in: How can I miss the comfortable freedom providing floaters. No sneakers and all only formal shoes. We all wear denim as if we are third cousin of Levi Strauss but in an office you cant wear a jeans Trousers is what you are supposed to wear.
4) When somebody is talking to you , you better listen: After my grad days I realized the best way to get away from any situation involving uncomfortable questioning Like Kanpur wali auntiji asking about my graduation marks, my father talking about my ATM withdrawls or any professor trying to explain a complex theory to me. The best way to get away is to act as if you care and keep nodding your head with few shots of yes no maybe in between. But nahin Beta aap office mein aisa nahin kar sakte. When your head is giving deadlines and guidelines you will have to follow them.
5) You cant cog your assignments : After my graduation my assignment doing habits are a cross over between a fax and a Xerox machine. I used to cog assignments with great speed and accuracy but then in here you cant cog it coz you are the only one working on your project and unlike the campus there are no good friends around to help you get through.
I am ending this up because my project guide is roaming around :P will get back to this place pretty soon.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Zinda Hoon Main ................
Dont get disappointed I know many of you bloody swines were opening champagne bottles treating your girlfriends thinking i left this place.....but nahin mere munna main kahin ni gaya.
Oh my god i m back ......the reason is yeah i was busy ...or may be since last few weeks I m living a life which is so complete that i almost forgot this place...but then when the joy and happiness of life become too much to handle then it becomes kinda necessary to share your thoughts and feelings.
So came in the New year and sadly Saddam Hussain didnt make it but all of us who survived the pollution of cities, mosquitoes of joka land and Salaam-e-Ishq we had to go through the stupid rituals of making re-solutions. I change and break my resolutions as if its the resolutions of my passport size photograph. Which BTW i had to click 10 times before getting a pic which can't be used to prove the Darwin's theory of evolution that we all evolved from Chimps.
In the mean time i turned 22 there is nothing great about that coz its not a milestone age like 21. At 21 i was so elated that now main legally kissi ladki ko bhaga sakta hoon. Well ek saal ho gaya hai n abhi tak ladkiyan mujhe hi bhaga deti hain apne aas pass se. Then at 21 u can officially go to a pub but "Mind it Chinnaswamy!! u cant have a drink". To bhains ki aankh andar jaake kya LEMON Water peeyoge??? BUt coz of my Sunil Shettiesh macho looks i hv been going to pubs since the age of 18 :) hence no joy on this front too.
I love hanuman ji and there are two moments in my life when i remember him the most......
The first one is whenever i m down with fever, when chicken biryani tastes like karele ka saag prepared by my sister.
The second one is whenever exams are around. And as it happens in my life all the time here also i will miss the first opportunity and concentrate on the last one.
I am as scared as Munaf patel facing brett lee but i try to look calm and composed. Its really difficult to bring out my fear and terror in words. Its not a new thing for me to go unprepared in the examinations but this time this unpreparedness has been elevated to new heights by me.....
But do i regret it no ofcourse not.
But here standing today when i look back i realize its almost 1 year n within 15 days i m gonna be half manager. I knw it sounds so cliche but smtimes time flies by and then you just need to stop, turn arnd n have a look just to ensure u didnt miss anything.
Ek saal pehle iit bombay ka ek backbencher day-dreamer walked into IIM JOka ka campus with dreams in his eyes and strong determination. Soon i realized I cant fool myself there are few things in this world which are impossible like mamta banerjee talking sense, tushar kapoor actually doing what he is supposed to do : ACTING, and me studying. It just took me few weeks to understand the basic fact that i cant stay awake in classes, i cant make notes and i cant study before exams. My one night stands before exams are the only way i can do anything till now i have successfully sailed through ... when i say successful don't get overexcited, I m no Cracku here, this chap is still the same who hides his face whenever a prof asks a question or run for his life as soon as a conversation shifts to any topic remotely related to acads. Its just that i managed to get No Fail grades till nw and No prof has till nw threatened me.
This place taught me lots of things... Now i can actually speak in bangla ki " mujhe bangla ni aati (AAMI bangla bhashi badhi na), now i know never trust a road side barber, now i know how a small message from a friend can bring a glow in your eyes in the middle of that torturing lecture where the prof is teaching you ways to minimize the time duration of an auto assembly line...
Love, fresh air and good friends are hard to find these days but this place gave me all. I m having the best days of my life .....
Oh my god i m back ......the reason is yeah i was busy ...or may be since last few weeks I m living a life which is so complete that i almost forgot this place...but then when the joy and happiness of life become too much to handle then it becomes kinda necessary to share your thoughts and feelings.
So came in the New year and sadly Saddam Hussain didnt make it but all of us who survived the pollution of cities, mosquitoes of joka land and Salaam-e-Ishq we had to go through the stupid rituals of making re-solutions. I change and break my resolutions as if its the resolutions of my passport size photograph. Which BTW i had to click 10 times before getting a pic which can't be used to prove the Darwin's theory of evolution that we all evolved from Chimps.
In the mean time i turned 22 there is nothing great about that coz its not a milestone age like 21. At 21 i was so elated that now main legally kissi ladki ko bhaga sakta hoon. Well ek saal ho gaya hai n abhi tak ladkiyan mujhe hi bhaga deti hain apne aas pass se. Then at 21 u can officially go to a pub but "Mind it Chinnaswamy!! u cant have a drink". To bhains ki aankh andar jaake kya LEMON Water peeyoge??? BUt coz of my Sunil Shettiesh macho looks i hv been going to pubs since the age of 18 :) hence no joy on this front too.
I love hanuman ji and there are two moments in my life when i remember him the most......
The first one is whenever i m down with fever, when chicken biryani tastes like karele ka saag prepared by my sister.
The second one is whenever exams are around. And as it happens in my life all the time here also i will miss the first opportunity and concentrate on the last one.
I am as scared as Munaf patel facing brett lee but i try to look calm and composed. Its really difficult to bring out my fear and terror in words. Its not a new thing for me to go unprepared in the examinations but this time this unpreparedness has been elevated to new heights by me.....
But do i regret it no ofcourse not.
But here standing today when i look back i realize its almost 1 year n within 15 days i m gonna be half manager. I knw it sounds so cliche but smtimes time flies by and then you just need to stop, turn arnd n have a look just to ensure u didnt miss anything.
Ek saal pehle iit bombay ka ek backbencher day-dreamer walked into IIM JOka ka campus with dreams in his eyes and strong determination. Soon i realized I cant fool myself there are few things in this world which are impossible like mamta banerjee talking sense, tushar kapoor actually doing what he is supposed to do : ACTING, and me studying. It just took me few weeks to understand the basic fact that i cant stay awake in classes, i cant make notes and i cant study before exams. My one night stands before exams are the only way i can do anything till now i have successfully sailed through ... when i say successful don't get overexcited, I m no Cracku here, this chap is still the same who hides his face whenever a prof asks a question or run for his life as soon as a conversation shifts to any topic remotely related to acads. Its just that i managed to get No Fail grades till nw and No prof has till nw threatened me.
This place taught me lots of things... Now i can actually speak in bangla ki " mujhe bangla ni aati (AAMI bangla bhashi badhi na), now i know never trust a road side barber, now i know how a small message from a friend can bring a glow in your eyes in the middle of that torturing lecture where the prof is teaching you ways to minimize the time duration of an auto assembly line...
Love, fresh air and good friends are hard to find these days but this place gave me all. I m having the best days of my life .....
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