The Walk of Life

I dedicate this blog to the amazing, eventful, fun-filled life I've had. To my friends who've made life so enjoyable, and from whom I've learnt so much. And here's hoping to have many more years of random fun! :)

A few lines a day, keeps the shrink away....

Quite a few of us with jobs feel the need to rebel. I don't know if this is an aberration, or if my generation wants more. Maybe people who started working a few hours before us wanted more, well "life" from work-life. Maybe they just moulded themselves to suit the realities of a high-paying job. Or maybe they just rebelled and left. And we don't see these rebels around us, in the typical jobs that we do. Never get the chance to meet and know these rebels, and end up feeling that we're not capable enough to manage everything... 

I need people who can tell me they rebelled and ended up fine... someone who can tell me that I can still do well for myself, without killing myself working out strategies (not even for my firm, but for a 3rd party). I need to know what I would do if I left all of this. But more importantly, I need to know myself, have confidence in myself, and know that I'll get through... whatever happens..

Or I need to understand that this is what I want to do, and understand how to manage this, how to be happy doing this.

Or maybe like Master Shifu said, I need to achieve inner peace. :D :D..

Got to get back to writing, maybe just a few lines a day.. but something to talk about, something to explore, something to get it all out, something to break the silence... 


We are a weird race that believes in conforming to set standards. We don't believe in individuality, in expressing what we feel. I guess because we're scared of being judged and being branded as abnormal. So we never live life the way we want to. And maybe that makes us force people to adhere to our beliefs, to these standards.

It's refreshing when you come across someone who is different, someone who doesn't believe in what's commonly considered to be appropriate, and someone who takes you as you are. It's great to feel, for a change, that you're not weird, that you can be liked without changing yourself.

And going by recent conversations with some friends, lots of people are feeling this need to break away from the conventional. They're also feeling they need to be less judgmental. As more of us rebel, we'll finally be a truly free race, not one shackled by our peers and the society. And we'll finally be able to breathe freely.

It's shocking how insensitive, impolite and un-chivalrous Indian men are. I believe I show them greater respect than they show to girls. There have been so many incidents when I've been pushed by a guy at a railway station, at a mall, on the road, the list seems endless. And what's amazing is they don't even seem to realize they've done something wrong. I mean, hello, in which world is pushing a girl considered OK? I remember lots of times when I've waited for a guy to cross. "Ladies first" is now passé; guys seem to need the special treatment.

Just today some guy crossed me, hitting me with a bag in the process. And then he had the nerve to turn back and glare at me, as if it was my fault. I mean, dude, just because you're a guy I'm not going to get scared of a stare from you. A friend of mine came back to India after a Europe visit. And she said the guys there were so courteous, she got a culture shock when she was back to India. And even though I've never been abroad, I still get a culture shock every single time I interact with these cavemen who've not learnt the basic etiquettes. And I end up wishing I was living in a more civilized part of the world.

Statutory Warning: This post was composed in an 8:30 class, after having drunk all night and sleeping for like 2 hours. So if you don't value your sanity, continue reading.

WHAT A CLASS!! This is going to be fun. Sample the questions on the slides being displayed in the class right now -
What is a supply chain? (Why are u asking us this question after like 8 classes of SCM?)
What is a decision?? (Are we really supposed to answer that? This is an MBA Class right?)
What are decisions in supply chain??? (Ummmm... Well, is the answer "decisions we make in the supply chain"? :P)

Please note that the number of question marks at the end of each question follow an arithmetic progression. Well, this is not exactly what the Prof. had put up in his slides. I had to make a decision in Supply Chain Management (Class). I had the choice between using what Sir had (i.e. 3 Q marks at the end of the 2nd Q), or using this AP pattern. I like the patterns. And I am allowed to make assumptions. I fact, during my internship, I became so comfortable with making assumptions that it now comes naturally to me. So I assumed that the Prof. wanted to convey the increase in his excitement as he went down the value chain, oops, down the slides.

Why am I striving to achieve this symmetry, this pattern? Because I'm blurring the patterns elsewhere. Or maybe I'm perfecting this pattern of self-destruction. I have this knack of getting inextricably (and inexplicably? :P) involved in complex situations; maybe I don't like a life devoid of complications! Anyways, too bored to continue any more. And I guess you're too crazed out to read on. I think I've successfully shown you how to implement the concept of laddering - jumping from one thought to another. What a respectable name for a random thought process. Hope u enjoy using it and making some more people crazy!

What’s with the small attention span I have??! I’d started writing something a few days back, but I just realized I wanted to write about something totally different. I had no idea what, but not what I had started. So I thought about what I’d been doing and feeling for the last few days – Nostalgia?? I mean, I had the most rocking weekend ever, literally. I spent a whole weekend jamming, with people I’d never met before. And it seemed like the most natural thing to do. It’s amazing how music can bind people. I guess that music room, those amazing alums I met and jammed with, the mind-blowing PJs Harish and I cracked, and the looks of exasperation on the faces of those who heard the “jokes” (esp. Bed and PP) will always stay in my mind.

Waking up at 7 in the morning to get to a jamming room in Andheri by 9 (I obviously got there half an hour late :P), thinking of random songs and being confident that we’ll be able to pull it off, making medleys out of continuous drum beats, discussing various stages of inebriation and what songs would be perfect for them – even song lists are decided through a lot of strategizing (although that strategy might go for a toss once the show starts). I’ll remember going to Barista to get hold of a guitar so that we could practise yet another song, the dal at the restaurant where we lunched, JBS alums telling us how things were done 4-5 yrs back, this alum talking about how his random though process led to an acclaimed book, being able to perform just 8-10 songs when we’d practised about 30. I’ll remember those 2 days as the best weekend of my great internship.

It’s amazing how seeing my batchmates and seniors cheered me up, it’s weird that it felt like I was home again, it’s incredible how ecstatic I felt when that IIMC video was shown, it’s overwhelming to see the passion and energy that “Early Days” can build up in any IIMCian. I guess this is what we’re talking of when we speak of “IIMC culture”. And I’m so thankful I came here after those amazing 4 years at Kgp. I don’t think anything other than IIMC would’ve been worth it.