Dont react,this isnt a review/preview/article about the movie Ghajini,i dont have time to watch em stupid hindi flicks,exceptions are always there.
This blog post is about one of the many teachers we have at Globsyn,you know my new B school[ooooooo aaaaaah],now Ghajini ,our Stats prof,has short hair like Aamir khan in the movie Ghajini,speaks in an accent with is both british as well as american and is short like Aamir Khan,not only that but he instills fear in us,he probably is the only person we students are scared off and the only teacher who actually gets respect because of the greatest emotion in the world,not love you fucktard hippies,but fear.
The first class we had with the Prof,he came in,told us to sit in groups and that we had to make a 10 minute presentation on a topic that he would give,since it was our 2nd week in college and we barely knew one another,as usual with us indians,panic and pandemonium got us,everyone is freaking losing their hair,sweating etc,while the guy is seated behind with another teacher,just enjoying the carnage that is set infront of him,sadist.
Not only that he was marking us for the term already in our first class and was cutting marks off if anyone from the group was talking,or when someone had a laptop on while a group was giving the presentation,he confiscated it,thats not the worst bit,he holds the laptop by the screen and chucks em one on top of the other.
Oh and he was also making snide remarks at the groups making presentations
"Look look,that guy is acting like he is an Emcee ,hahahahahahaha"
Sick.
Another day ,during some other sir's class he pops in and tells us to make a 30 minute presentation on Mean,Median,Mode,30 minutes?
damn we havent made a presentation for like 5 minutes,nevertheless he did ask one chick to give the presentation,that said chick was sitting behind me,when he pointed her out,i got goosebumps thinking he picked me up,but that wasnt a relief of any sorts as we shall see.
2 weeks ago the same guy came in and asked us to make a presentation on regression analysis and the like,so again off all of us got tense,the first thing i did when i got home was open my Stats for Managers book and open the regression chapter.
Fucking hell i couldnt understand one bit,barring the basic regression equation,i didnt even make a presentation for it,rather was calling me pals up if they understood what the hell the rest of the chapter is about,after all Ghajini asked us to make a 15 minute presentation for it,somehow i wrote some stuff in a book ,i took some pills as i wasnt well and went off to bed at midnite.
Next morning doom and gloom is the word i would use,now i should have learnt that it always rains when i dont want it to,similarly this one day i did not carry an umbrella with me and i was standing in a queue for the bus,not only was the fucking bus late by 20 minutes,i got completely drenched,plus i already had a temperature and a cold,perfect way to start the day,and its only 8 AM
The bus ride is an hour long and i got pelvic thrusts from wet men,fuck it,my shirt wasnt drying any soon,i my hair was a complete wet mess,rather than being a complete mess that it usually is,i reach college,sit down for a few minutes and anxiously chat with me pals about the chapter.
Barely did i sit down ,the Ghajini walks in as it was 9:45,schedule class time,i sit,am nervous,am wet,am cold,AC is on,and Ghajini says
"I hope you all have come prepared with your presentations,be it a PPT or you can use the board.....Any volunteers?"
No one raises their hand for this bit,its like asking someone to confess for murder ,so he goes
"Fine ,i will pick someone,YOU"
Fuck it,its me,i look behind me hoping he picked someone else,but damn it its me.
I get up as a nervous wreck but by the grace of God i Jeet ke Aagaye in the presentation bit,Ghajini himself said
"A brilliant job,i think he deserves a round of applause",of course in between the presentation i had to answer some questions and as usual a certain Bhati had some questions rather experiences and "something more to add",but leaving that aside it was a pretty nerve racking experience.
Now that i have survived the Ghajini,my fear of presentations are over and for some stupid reason everyone believes i am the best student for stats or as the college calls the subject "Quantitative Methods",i dont care about all that.
All i care about is that i Jeet Ke Aagaye!
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
The start of something new,again....
Again i know i havent updated my blog in a freaking long time,but this time its not my laziness which comes into question,oh no people its far from it,this time i didnt actualy have the time ,believe that people ,i ,me ,Adeem Karim the one person in the world who would sleep 13 hours a day did not have the time to update a blog.
Its not that i didnt have a lot to write about ,this new college or as they call it A B school has literally kicked the stuffing out of me,college timings are from 9:45 - 5 and they really make sure you do stay there,we gotta have something like 85% attendance else we cant appear for the exams,now that is bad enough but they must add more salt into the fresh flesh wound,by saying that we ,the students have to study before we come to class,solve some prep questions and wait for this hit,right below the belt,we have to give exams on everything that we have been taught every week,for every subject.
Now for a person who had something like 3% attendance in his final year of his bachelor's degree,its a completely different world,a dark ,different ,twisted sick world,which is so completely wrong in every and any way.There was always a lingering fear that ragging would be the biggest problem in this college,like in any college,but here the seniors dont have the time to rag you,the teachers are the ones ragging you all the time.
Presentations are like beggars on the streets,every freaking day someone or another has to present something,Ghajini[one such sir] asks people to make 20-25 min ppts and randomly picks people to present them,we have this prep english communications class which inevitably becomes a motivation class and we end up seeing clippings of Lakshya or The Pursuit of Happiness ,bah i know now the lyrics of some crummy lakhsya song like its tattooed on my groin.I am not a person who likes to study too much but man they make us work real damn hard every single day,even our weekends arent free.
However ,thanks to all the motivation classes i can now see the silver lining in this dark violent loud storm that has been brewing,i aint scared of making presentations any more,ever since Ghajini asked me to make a presentation on Linear Regression,presentations dont scare me anymore,the story goes like this,we were to make a 30 minute ppt on linear regression,i opened our stats book and the chapter made no sense,so the next day as i leave my house and i end up standing in a queue for a bus,its raining cats and dogs,am wet and pissed off,the bus ride is an hour long and i reach college with a bad cold and no idea what is to happen,and bang first period,am cold and wet and ghajini asks me to present.
Fortunately my presentation and english skills saved my ass from getting a firing i wouldnt forget,infact ghajini and the class applauded my effort ,even got complemented by the Ghajini.
The 2nd good bit from this college are my friends,unlike Techno where i technically found just one good ,proper friend,this time around i found quite a few,including my long lost brother(plus he is a musalman) so thats certainly good.Also most of the teachers do like me a tad bit,especially Marketing sir(he called me a proper romantic,amongst other things which can be misinterpreted),our communications maam and also Ghajini to an extent.
So this is the start of another beginning,2 years of hard labor and hard work,in fact one of these past weekends when i was studying to give an exam ,my dad popped into my room and told me,something which i never thought i would ever hear
"Beta itna padhai mat karo,thoda ps3 bhi khelo"
Its not that i didnt have a lot to write about ,this new college or as they call it A B school has literally kicked the stuffing out of me,college timings are from 9:45 - 5 and they really make sure you do stay there,we gotta have something like 85% attendance else we cant appear for the exams,now that is bad enough but they must add more salt into the fresh flesh wound,by saying that we ,the students have to study before we come to class,solve some prep questions and wait for this hit,right below the belt,we have to give exams on everything that we have been taught every week,for every subject.
Now for a person who had something like 3% attendance in his final year of his bachelor's degree,its a completely different world,a dark ,different ,twisted sick world,which is so completely wrong in every and any way.There was always a lingering fear that ragging would be the biggest problem in this college,like in any college,but here the seniors dont have the time to rag you,the teachers are the ones ragging you all the time.
Presentations are like beggars on the streets,every freaking day someone or another has to present something,Ghajini[one such sir] asks people to make 20-25 min ppts and randomly picks people to present them,we have this prep english communications class which inevitably becomes a motivation class and we end up seeing clippings of Lakshya or The Pursuit of Happiness ,bah i know now the lyrics of some crummy lakhsya song like its tattooed on my groin.I am not a person who likes to study too much but man they make us work real damn hard every single day,even our weekends arent free.
However ,thanks to all the motivation classes i can now see the silver lining in this dark violent loud storm that has been brewing,i aint scared of making presentations any more,ever since Ghajini asked me to make a presentation on Linear Regression,presentations dont scare me anymore,the story goes like this,we were to make a 30 minute ppt on linear regression,i opened our stats book and the chapter made no sense,so the next day as i leave my house and i end up standing in a queue for a bus,its raining cats and dogs,am wet and pissed off,the bus ride is an hour long and i reach college with a bad cold and no idea what is to happen,and bang first period,am cold and wet and ghajini asks me to present.
Fortunately my presentation and english skills saved my ass from getting a firing i wouldnt forget,infact ghajini and the class applauded my effort ,even got complemented by the Ghajini.
The 2nd good bit from this college are my friends,unlike Techno where i technically found just one good ,proper friend,this time around i found quite a few,including my long lost brother(plus he is a musalman) so thats certainly good.Also most of the teachers do like me a tad bit,especially Marketing sir(he called me a proper romantic,amongst other things which can be misinterpreted),our communications maam and also Ghajini to an extent.
So this is the start of another beginning,2 years of hard labor and hard work,in fact one of these past weekends when i was studying to give an exam ,my dad popped into my room and told me,something which i never thought i would ever hear
"Beta itna padhai mat karo,thoda ps3 bhi khelo"
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