Monday, February 20, 2006

Arrrgh!!!

What does one do when one cannot get a point across. The thing is so f#$%ingly simple that one can't understand where the blockade is. Is it in the argument or in the head of the person. He throws "n" number of facts at you which has nothing to do with the argument. People go on and on, with passion, when they don't even understand the basic issue of the problem. Reminds me of that girl in my IIM-B GD who spoke, spoke and spoke and there were blank faces all around in the GD. She went on and on, nobody got what she was trying to say. BOY!! can she bullshit. I am pretty sure she is there now. I even wrote her name(in frustration) in the after GD question asking by whom you were most impressed. Though I am not sure wehther the context of the question was that GD or my whole life. The answer might not have been different.

Anyway .. people these days are pretty serious about understanding complex things and I am the poor chap sitting here playing a game or two on my comp. They see me doing nothing(for them) and it starts. Can I tell them that may be they should have started a bit early or tried a little harder earlier. I guess not. Up theirs.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Placements or Recruitments

What difference does it make. But now days the "Placement Representatives"(PlaceReps) are being called RCs(Recruitment Co-ordinator). I see absolutely no sense in this change though. Whats in name. The process will be as gruelling as ever and as arbit as it can be. It all starts with making of resumes. Reams and reams of paper goes into getting the exact balance of leadership qualities, co-currics and the academics. M$ does not help the cause at all. People spend hours alligning, resizing tables and getting that exact shade of gray on the paper. Some one want to show his/her fin focus. The other will highlight his/her work-ex. And deciding on how many lines to devote to each section requires at least a few hours of thought. Though in the end nothing comes up and one goes by how much one can write without dragging. One sleeps with the satisfaction ahhh at last I have finalised it. Only to wake up in the morning and find at least 10 more mistakes/loopholes. Ok plugged these. Time to get it reviewed by the wingmate. He comes up with another 10.

The wingy :- This "Stood 1st in blah", "Stood 1st in blooh", "Stood 1st in dahh","Stood 1st in ahh" looks boring.
Aspirant :- Man I had had a unlucky life. I have only 7 stood firsts. How I will get a shortlist. (wingy rolling his eyes)

The wingy :- What's this you have played districts in cricket!!!! I never seen you play.
Aspirant :- Yeah actually I used to play in primary school intra city competition. Thats why I have not mentioned the year. Neat na !! I also changed my rank 999 to top 1% of the candidates.

The wingy :- What is this 10 in front of work-ex.
Aspirant :- hey where did the "months" go. I am sure I wrote it....M$ Word ki toh #%#@.

The wingy :- The whole text looks a bit off center.
Aspirant :- I am sure I center alligned it....M$ Word ki toh #%#@.

The wingy :- Why is this gap wider than that gap.
Aspirant :- I am sure I fitted it....M$ Word ki toh #%#@.

Let me take one more printout. The next printout...and the next and the next, (the printer runs out of paper), next printout, next, (printer runs out of cartridge) next, next....... finally the deadline arrives aspirant submits the resume to the Recruitment Cell.(Printer is thanking the Time God)

P.S. The first shortlist has arrived. People have analysed why such and such person have got a shortlist. And why such and such did not. All the best to all of them. Or may be not to all of them :P. So it all starts.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Career and life

Now that I am on the verge of settling to some well earned degrees and am not thinking of any further additions, I have been doing a bit of thinking. Right from the time when I thought to do something.... everything was about "kuch ban-na hai". And now that I very well know about where I will land up in my professional life, I am begining to realise that only professional success is not everything. I would even say that it is nothing until and unless I land up at a place doing something which I really like. Right now I would do something I know I will be good at. But do I like it? I am not too sure. So all these years just for this, which obviously is not "just" for a lot of people. But for me it does not have the charm which many people will slog out for. Could I have done something else. Who knows and rather no one will ever know.

It is great that I had hell lot of fun on the way uptil here. Otherwise I dont know how much I would have appreciated this. I enjoyed the path. The destination is boring. The joy of journey is on the way. Something is amiss. And I dont know what.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Last Semester

This might be the last semester of my life in any formal educational system. And as the last sem goes it asks for little effort. The professors float their good courses in the earlier sems and only some useless courses are left for this semester. The institute is pretty busy preparing for placements and profs also know that they can't expect us to share our leisure time with cases, projects and petty classes. Hell we have already done this shit for more than 1.5 years. It has got to stop now. So all "good" profs and "good" courses are already done with in previous sems. In one of the courses this term, professor takes quiz in every class to ensure attendence. People take the quiz and leave in break. Others goes missing to participate in non-exisiting lateral processes and ask for make up quizzes later. A majority does not give a damn anyway for these stupid quizzes. Me though belongs to none of these, I take the quizzes regularly :).

I have absolutely nothing to do. Most of the batchmates are preparing for placements. The whole insititute is gearing up for one thing they all existed/slogged/cooled their heels for. There was a quote in SeaBiscuit about when the horse goes for a race. The jockey says something about how he senses the whole body of the horse tensing up like a coiled spring just before the start of every race. A race horse's existence is simply for running. It is that and much much more here at the moment. The rat race is just round the corner. And by the blessings of whoever ?!?!....I am the rat who is already out of this race. Bless me bless me. Yippppee. wahhh!!! and what not.