Archive for June, 2009

And I love a Rainy Night …

Posted: June 21, 2009 in MBA Ramblings

It’s been quite a while since I have web-logged on the forum of my choice, not that I was unaware or incapacitated by any means but just that I needed a break. Lots have happened from the last time I posted on my blog, I’ve passed out of B-School, joined a job, walked back into my favorite city after a longish eight years and the list could go on and on. I would like to believe that this usual ‘so much has happened’ rant be replace by the new stuff which is very much in and here now. Somehow history is always a bit boring and retrospective mode seems so unimaginative to me.

So with thy permission, fast forwarding to the present day which is where I am and the action is. Got back on line in a step-by-step mode as I opened my twitter account, not that I knew much of it but then it was something seriously in and self-professed technophiles like me could ignore it much at their own peril. So got it installed found the best media to use it with which would be twitterfox (in firefox) and twittle in my Nokia E63. Have been twitting on it ever since whether it is from inside metro en-route to a party or on office transport while heading home. It’s some serious fun, believe me! Much more so when you might wonder what’s the small-insignificant happenings in all your friends lives much as you try to make sense into the same at your end, In case you haven’t tried it out, do give it a shot.

Bought a couple of books, which I had been planning to read up since those MBA Days. These include (but are not exhaustively include) Liar’s Poker, Money Business, Barbarians at the Gate, Fooled by Randomness, Random Walk Down the Wall Street, Made in America, Tipping Point & Freakonomics. I presume I would have covered about 15% on an average of each book before switching to the next more interesting fad I’d managed to catch up.

There are these lots of stuff which I seriously intend on doing, somehow I can never myself to do them but one at a time. These include getting myself back to shape which means reducing some serious flab, regenerating the insatiable appetite for reading good material, gearing up on major happenings and keeping abreast with the turmoil in the modern boardrooms (after-all this is what comprises ‘core competency’ of MBA junkies!), hitch-hiking around the world getting to know this strange planer and the stranger people who reside in it a wee bit better, getting to re-discover my favorite city (New Delhi) and getting to know it as much as I have got to know places like Kolkata, Calicut and Hyderabad etc. to name just a few.

Here is my work-in-progress list. Have begun on the health front and thankfully I’ve made some progress on that front, become a regular reader of NYTimes and WSJ (at the cost of being almost oblivious to the home grown dailies), been trying out new and interesting stuff in Delhi thanks in no small measure to Time-Out magazine and Eicher City Map (both of which are I believe overpriced. Try Google Maps on I-phone/Nokia E-series for a better value deal), got the motivation finally on to get to make some friends in the fairer sex (Why do we keep calling them Fairer? Are we being racist or is it just that admission of being incredibly unfair as some men are!).

I’ve also been catching up with some really lovely old songs taught to us by Mr. Brown, Music teacher at Don Bosco School (Alaknanda) as a part of the School Band. Thank Goodness for YouTube that these are now within ready access for any music aficionado (and at THE price Indians are willing to pay for access to classics … ZILCH!). The title for this post is one such number. ‘And I love a Rainy Night‘ is a lovely all time great country song which brought back the memories of the Don Bosco School Band of which I was a proud member and the competitions and expeditions that we took part in.

Funny that some things in life which we start of thinking as secondary or barely as the paraphernalia to the crux later turn out to be the most cherished and prized of all memories that encompass that period.

Ending with the earnest belief of Ben Okri, Our future is greater than our past!

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