Hey I knw i should have posted more frequently and right now i am short of excuses...i really dnt knw what i was doing these days.Time has passed by in a whisker and we r all set and done to njoy our last days at IFMR.Going back to the Summer training days and the ordeal of working in Govt Organization carries some lovely memories with it.Once u r in a govt organization u can take your time out as no one is really complaining...they are happy with their lives and it makes me realize that there is a world beyond the madrush of fancied designations,foreign tours and CTC's.I was lucky enough to have a project guide who understood my laziness :P and burdened me with lesser and lesser work as i kept on showing my incompetency.Tea,pakora and discussions about Ganguly's greatness and Dhoni's inability kept on bombarding my desk all through out the day(nt to forget i did my summerzz in Maharaja's city).And to add on were the prolonged lunch and recreation breaks we took.My project's main aim was to bring some creative solution so that I can be a 'VISIONARY' to the organization..reduce costs ,increase profits and be the saviour.But with only old aunties(sorry ladies) around, there was little chance for authentic creativity :) and with some many good pubs and resturants located nearby the motivation to stay in the office was very little.Finally after a demonstrating tremendous copy-pasting skills i was finally done with my project and boy was i HAPPY!!!!
After a Long weekend, bored with all the movies…it was HR to the rescue. Really the HR chemistry for its people is just amazing, seems like they only understand us.
HR or TM… ‘Talent Management’ whatever you would say, the name itself sounded like Trade Union type, problems of employee not compensated enough with the present compensation…but the reality was quite different.
Last term, we often did a world tour, around the globe…core being at Singapore…this term also doesn’t seem to differ, just the base shifted to the Gulfs. The unique ness of IFMR is that, without having an official onsite industrial tour, we have done plenty…that too in the first six months.
Back to the HR session, it seemed like Satyam was the most trustworthy company, exception being the corporate governance cell, but Raju still a true mentor for the Youth of the Truth (Satyam as understood in Sanskrit). The next target was Infy, or atleast the guys from Infy, to share their ‘Encyclopedia’ of Experience…of the corporate culture they were in.
Oh…how can I forget the basic of HR, respect others time…be on time…otherwise u gonna hear a short word in a sweet way… ‘Thank you, next day!’ The height was an Infy guy, caught while arriving late in the class, was still in the process of Chrysalises...was so much in it, that his experience at Infy was put in doubt! Really… oh yeah!
Last but not the least, the faculty, both with vast knowledge in this field, yet looked like poles apart…One was more like MCQ answer…as short and precise could be, the other being like ‘University Answer’ type…big talks irrespective of the marks of the question.
To sum up, the first session of HR was quite an extreme type…with all the highs and lows…looking forward to ‘Wise’ lectures.
When we got the list of the people with whom I am supposed to do MAC-I and MACRO projects i was a bit petrified coz i knew none of the people in the group(considering it had been only 1 month of college at that time and i interacted with very few).But as we started working with the group i was bit surprised to see the contributions a little girl brought in..no guesses dude.. it had to be Lakshmi.I felt at ease from the first day itself and the zeal she had to push for things was amazing.The energy she carried in everything she did from assignments to Abhudaya sponsorship kept us on our toes.Know what!!! the best part of all these things were..we often used to fight over certain mundane things while preparing presentations and assignments and boyyy i enjoyed it..but we always patched up in the end :)...the only thing i did not knew is that the fights are gonna end so soon.. We are goona miss you my friend..
If its your b'dy and you happen to be at IFMR ,there is a hell lot in store for you..from cakes and kicks..b'dy celebrations are a way of life and considering we are a closely knit community(somebody might disagree to this) you can't run away from your share of kicks..even if you are close friend of the person celebrating his b'dy.Right at midnite people will assemble to wish the b'dy dude/dudette and more importantly get a big share of cake :) (considering we have dinner at 8.30 pm and feel pretty hungry by midnite).Then starts the most awaited kicking cermony and the tables and chairs at the canteen has suffered a lot due to this madness ;) The kicks start flowing in from every corner and its hard tomake a difference between your best friend and your worst enemy.The gals are lucky in these respect..they are spared from the kicks :( ..... Many times the b'dy boy turns up to college late next day after getting manhandled by the entire batch..Then in the evening it is a process of treats and parties ..thanks to the bdy's many are spared one night of traumatic experience with the canteen food..as goes few lines by Pink Floyd "The grass is greener, The lights are brighter, With friends surrounded Nights of wonder...."
Phew!! Ahoy Amigos..back after a long time(one and half month to be precise)..partly due to assignments nd mostly due to my laziness.Sitting quietly in the ganapathy lab now(its almost 12:30 am) when i think of the last month that whizzd past in front of me all i can think of is the freshers's party and Bipasha Basu..now don't get me wrong ..i just came back after watcng Bachhna e Haseeno ;) . I had my Accounts mid term exam today and thanks to highly efficient invigilation i could'nt copy.. and in short i screwed it up.I turned up late in the exam center (i takes some time to have the 'HIGHLY' delicious canteen food) .And as i warm gesture to my arrival ..i was offered the seat at the first bench much to my apathy. The questions paper looked more like Hibru to me than nythg else and my long and futile efforts of askng my fellow batchmates was put to rest by the person guarding.Seeing my desperation to copy the invigilator turned all his attention to me as if i was the only person sitting in the room.But this did not put his mind to peace for a long time coz soon he told me to change my seat and put me in the most desolate part of the room :( !!!@@### !!!.And then and there was my destiny written Life in Chennai is seems to be on roll.This place has many posh malls and nice beaches.. and of course the nice and greedy auto-walas .Today i saw a traffic cop who had big moustaches and looked more like somebody from a b-grade horror movie than a traffic cop.AM sure he would have made more money acting in some lousy movies than getting baked in the roads of chennai giving directions to the clueless traffic.Not knowing Tamil is defn a disadvantage in chennai but so far i have managed good wid my 'tuta-futa' linguistic symbols..and am sure thngs would get better eventually....signing off for nw..will be back for more(very soon)........
Today had the opportunity/bad luck to sit in the first row for the accounts class. It was a great experience sitting in the VIP row. JLo kept on looking at me as if I had the answers for everything while I even didn't have the book itself. Had to borrow the book from Binit and made a lot of scribbles as ordered by JLo. Sitting at the first Jlo's lullably were starting to take a slight effect upon me. So after the successful completion first hour I switched back to my regular last row to mingle with the sleep deprived people. Second hour geared up and my fellow row mates began their quests in the dreams of which i took quite a few pictures.
Vaibhav was absorbed in the ET and BL whereas Praveen was trying to sleep with eyes open.
people getting charmed and sleepy by JLo's speech
Other side of the last benchers
physically present , mentally absent
And now the hero of our class . . . .
soja soja mere munna jojo jojo mera naam JLo......
Every time when a student enters into her/his first year in whichever course, there is always one fixed dish in her/his menu. That is the freshly fresher’s party. But for the batch 9 of IFMR this was served late and cold. After a accelerating first month of regular MBA workload the batch9 finally got it fresher’s party invite scheduled on 4th August 08. Like they were separated in groups for the subjects, here also they found a divide but interestingly on the basis of ethnicity. A ‘selective and (un)biased’ random grouping was made and people were put in so called groups of Mallus, Punjabis, Haryanvis, Assamees, Tamillas, Gujjus, Marathas, Biharis, Bengalis and Rajasthanis. The U.P. waales, Kannadigas, Kashmiris, Oriyans and Andhrawalas became angry as there was no quota for them and there was uproar in the sansad regarding this allocation of machos and babes to the various states.
Without bothering these outside problems the batch9 people started thinking on a macro level and were excited, trying to find the solution to the following major critical questions which were affecting their micro heart
To whom shall I dedicate what song? ( by the lovebug affected ones)
With how much make-up should I paint myself? (by the beauty conscious ones)
What will be menu for the dinner? (by the gastronomical ones)
The d-day arrived with quite a few people having found answers to the above questions and lots having multiple choices for the questions. Classes went on like a bee-buzzing for a lot (except the fans of PKV). Few students started their preparation before the lunch itself, taking the risk of bunking OB classes expecting high returns in the evening (or in the forthcoming encounter with the churning Sherry). The afternoon computer 2 hours of computer works came with a debt waiver ½ hour (rather than the promised 1 hour) for the make-up-ically downtrodden people. Having just 1 hour for the start of the party the seniors and the less beautiful genders of the batch 9 got ready and were beginning to arrive at the venue. Having forgotten as how to read time or unable to spot their watches and clocks or getting stranded in the city the darlings of the batch9 arrived about 1 hour late to the venue. They were escorted to the party hall with due respect by the elders. It was like a state function and the babus being waiting impatiently for a lately arriving political guest not minding the presence of the recipients or audience.
After the arrival of the ‘busyness’ models the party kick started with the ethnics ramp walking and being interviewed. People spoke out their well practiced dialogues in their respective languages and ramp-walked gracefully1. There was a Gujju Goyal and his koyal in their traditional dresses dancing all around. The Haryanvis were bit ruff and tuff with their dandas and dr.goondas. Marathi manoos were too good with a changla mulgi. Luckily they were in a small numbers, or else the biharis and the tamilians would have been attacked. The mallus were too ooaabvious with theirs oas and their plain (g)old dresses. And there was a mallu born, american brought up Punjabi with the mallus. The tamilians girls were homely and the guys like eM.eS.Dee rascals. This time the Biharis babus weren’t bhikaris, but rather in a full-flow of their fhasht, afficiyal and melliphuous bihari. The assamees didn’t show up their dance, the Bengalis missed to do the ‘korbo lorbo jetbo re’ song and the Punjabis weren’t that body-shoddy.
In between the ramp(age) walk there were few known dedications being exposed off and the respective heroes and heroines danced to the romantic tunes (not to mention a sentimental bhai-behen song). A lot of dedications weren’t unearthed due to the time constraint (hope the ‘senior’ spokesperson releases the list through mail).
After the dedications there were around 1+1+1=3 events conducted showcasing the creativity of the elders2. Then the Mr.Freshers and Ms.Freshers were announced with the honours going to the Bihari babu and the Marathi Mulgi respectively. Dinner was announced and the eaters filled up their stomach while the beauty conscious ones changed gear from ethnic to western. The party floor breaked open with good music and the odourless smoke spreading around. Some danced gracefully, some normally and some carefully as to protect their legs being stamped upon3. Music rocked for two hours and all the permutations and combinations of grouping, energy of the dancers were exhausted. Then a bakra was brought to the center and he was anointed with cake. After finishing the remaining cake the party broke up and the people left with memories of the fresher’s party being remembered as a delicious, memorable and sweet ice cream served late and cold.
1 – except the author who was spitting all over the place.
2 – The author punctured his butt to win a chocolate in one of the events.
3 – Though being careful the author eventually got stamped upon many times.
Proactive defense statement: The author wrote this post around the time when he should have slept. So there may be quite a few mis-statements about the fairer sex or about the elders or about the ethnic groups due to inconsistent brain performance at the time of writing. Hence please ignore the mistakes which the author has made.
