Firstly i would like to thank a pal of mine, known as Blue Phantom aka Santosh , its coz of him that i decided to blog rather than wank or play fifa for around 20 mins.
Now back to the good stuff, ever since i joined my MBA college i have been bombarded by a ton of different subjects , some of which i am brilliant in like Quantitative techniques while in others only the Lord knows how i do pass ie Accounts etc but all these subjects being brought in every 3 months has been leading me to a newer edge of insanity but thanks to a ton of new pals in my college , life so far has been a breeze
firstly i got my brother from another mother,chorwa aka wasim,barring the fact that he likes cricket and i like football and that he listens to indian music while i listen to english music , we have got tons in common , and while people say crap like
"You make friends after a long time " and " true friendship takes time to build"
we were THE BEST OF FRIENDS from the first day we met at the college during our introduction date ie 13th july 2010
Oh and even though he topped our year in the 1st term , the bangaliness hasnt come out in him YET
Then we have pagli aka swati, one of my few chick friends, so you can pretty much guys she aint a normal chick and well apart from the fact that she is a tomboy and beats all the guys up in class including me , she is bloody brilliant in presentation making and in anything related to accounts and commerce.
Then there is Mood swing aka Rahul who has more mood swings in one day than a 20 year old chick with a lot of period problems , and the freak has got the mouth of a loudspeaker,fucking idiot gets us into trouble so many times its unbelievable
and finally the final piece in our jigsaw so far has been Nangto[the nude one] aka Prithwi,quite possible the most decent person i may have come across ever since i came back from Dubai,Its unbelievable as to how a person cannot be corrupted by a soul like mine,
now all the said members here can take a joke and throw a good one as well and i believed that i may be the worst and corrupted person in class who makes life a living hell for everyone which includes some colorful characters like mriganko[the fucking manc with 4 names and is the slowest person in the class in terms of speaking], raju [the guy who gets eternally pawned every single day by every body in class EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY] and a few others as well,who all have a story stuffed with me abusing the day lights out of em, but this isnt about them, this is about the other side of the class, that is the other section the one i am NOT IN
now every teacher we have come across has told us that our section B is miles better than section A
"Your class is full of students who actually study while all the time more than half the class in the other section is absent"
Now one teacher saying it is fine but almost the entire faculty saying this was freaky ,so today we section B students got the privilege of having a joint class with em, it was a special Business Law class with a guest faculty and while the faculty coming is a freak himself ,filling the class with jokes and the like, today i finally saw why people never complained much about my class or even my group's behavior
The poor bloke who came to teach at 10 in the morning ended up by taking a class double the size he was supposed to filled with idiots who were constantly chattering away no matter what sir tried to do,there was actually a time i felt sorry for him,yeah i felt sorry for a teacher,second time ever in my life.
And the chuts in class were so full of themselves that they were leaving the class and re entering as they pleased ,almost as if sir didnt exist,sir actually had to pick up people and threaten em with dire consequences, a freaking visiting faculty member had to actually threaten people who were above 21 years old and he didnt have to pick anyone from our class up,it was a sad sad sight and unbelievably most of us wanted to get up and beat the shit out of the Sec A guys
now dont go on saying that i have become a geek and all , for this sir fills his class with double meaning ,fills it with jokes and the likes and this is how a faculty member was treated when he was liked,no wonder people hate to teach in Sec A,they shouldnt even be in such a class ,hell they dont deserve any education at all.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Tension and Trauma
One simple question,Why do people go on vacations?
To relax and chill,to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life,to be away from one and all,to get time for one self.TO RELIEVE THEMSELVES FROM TENSION
That was the case for all of my holidays so far,England,France,Singapore,Thailand[2009], Oman,The UAE[count the 7 year residence as a holiday,as i was away from family] but this recent holiday to thailand and Malaysia would have been a complete disaster had it not been for our quick thinking and all[my parents mostly]
So we were using some new travel agent who had just shifted to our complex,i wont dwell much into those details as to why we decided to use em but lets start with us reaching Bangkok airport,now we reached at 2 in the morning and the point was that if we were to go to Kuala Lumpur we would have to catch a morning flight at around 10 AM,so to save time we decided that we would travel from Bangkok to Pattaya by road and reach Pattaya in a couple of hours,normally ,as in our last holiday all our transfers were by car,so we were waiting for the car,but that never came at the airport,instead we found out that we would be taken to pattaya via bus,but the bus service only starts from 8 AM
Fudge it we were stuck in an airport for 6 hours ,bloody hell,but we still thought it couldnt get worse than this,could it?
Our transfer to pattaya was fine,and so was the trip back to bangkok,Both cities were beautiful and since we knew our way around bangkok it wasnt a problem for us to go around
Next we were to travel to Malaysia ,Kuala Lumpur,our flight was to reach at 2 PM and it was bang on time,but for some reason again no car was waiting for us,after waiting for another hour we bought a sim and called the local travel agent who told us that they had no cars left to pick us up as we were supposed to come at 7 PM,a lack of communication between the indian counterparts left us in a fix,so we had to take a cab from KL to our "hotel" deep into the city which took another 2 hours for us to reach the hotel and cost us 102 Ringget ,almost 1500 Rs ,aye carumba
The hotel was more like a cheap motel,a budget hotel as people call it,now i have no problems but since we paid for 4 star accommodation we expect the room to be big enough for 3 people,this room was barely enough for 2,,it was located in the middle of a busy street where cars couldnt enter and after giving both the travel agents [india and Malaysian] a tongue lashing we went out hunting for a new hotel,we did find one good hotel but they said they were booked,it was the 25th of Dec,thanks to the Lord they could accommodate us and we spent the rest of the 5 nights there,of course em ass travel agents from Malaysia had to make our life a hell and they werent willing to shell out a little extra for the new hotel and it was being charged to me dad's credit card.
When we were to leave KL and come back to Bangkok for our flight back to cal,we found out that we had to get visas again to get our bags from bangkok and go to the other flight,now we expected that we would have multiple entry visas for Thailand as it was clear we have to come back to the place,but the friggin idiot from india decided we should have a multiple entry visa for Malaysia,cue another 2 hour wait at the Airport.
What a horrendous holiday,A special mention goes out to the Thai Air flights where alcohol was free,which meant each and every indian on the plane was boozing their ass off.
This certainly was my worst holiday ever,and in case anyone has heard ,they should listen to Sugarcult's - "Los Angeles",i would like to quote em
"One more Holiday,I wont Celebrate"
and neither will we EVER use these travel agents again
To relax and chill,to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life,to be away from one and all,to get time for one self.TO RELIEVE THEMSELVES FROM TENSION
That was the case for all of my holidays so far,England,France,Singapore,Thailand[2009], Oman,The UAE[count the 7 year residence as a holiday,as i was away from family] but this recent holiday to thailand and Malaysia would have been a complete disaster had it not been for our quick thinking and all[my parents mostly]
So we were using some new travel agent who had just shifted to our complex,i wont dwell much into those details as to why we decided to use em but lets start with us reaching Bangkok airport,now we reached at 2 in the morning and the point was that if we were to go to Kuala Lumpur we would have to catch a morning flight at around 10 AM,so to save time we decided that we would travel from Bangkok to Pattaya by road and reach Pattaya in a couple of hours,normally ,as in our last holiday all our transfers were by car,so we were waiting for the car,but that never came at the airport,instead we found out that we would be taken to pattaya via bus,but the bus service only starts from 8 AM
Fudge it we were stuck in an airport for 6 hours ,bloody hell,but we still thought it couldnt get worse than this,could it?
Our transfer to pattaya was fine,and so was the trip back to bangkok,Both cities were beautiful and since we knew our way around bangkok it wasnt a problem for us to go around
Next we were to travel to Malaysia ,Kuala Lumpur,our flight was to reach at 2 PM and it was bang on time,but for some reason again no car was waiting for us,after waiting for another hour we bought a sim and called the local travel agent who told us that they had no cars left to pick us up as we were supposed to come at 7 PM,a lack of communication between the indian counterparts left us in a fix,so we had to take a cab from KL to our "hotel" deep into the city which took another 2 hours for us to reach the hotel and cost us 102 Ringget ,almost 1500 Rs ,aye carumba
The hotel was more like a cheap motel,a budget hotel as people call it,now i have no problems but since we paid for 4 star accommodation we expect the room to be big enough for 3 people,this room was barely enough for 2,,it was located in the middle of a busy street where cars couldnt enter and after giving both the travel agents [india and Malaysian] a tongue lashing we went out hunting for a new hotel,we did find one good hotel but they said they were booked,it was the 25th of Dec,thanks to the Lord they could accommodate us and we spent the rest of the 5 nights there,of course em ass travel agents from Malaysia had to make our life a hell and they werent willing to shell out a little extra for the new hotel and it was being charged to me dad's credit card.
When we were to leave KL and come back to Bangkok for our flight back to cal,we found out that we had to get visas again to get our bags from bangkok and go to the other flight,now we expected that we would have multiple entry visas for Thailand as it was clear we have to come back to the place,but the friggin idiot from india decided we should have a multiple entry visa for Malaysia,cue another 2 hour wait at the Airport.
What a horrendous holiday,A special mention goes out to the Thai Air flights where alcohol was free,which meant each and every indian on the plane was boozing their ass off.
This certainly was my worst holiday ever,and in case anyone has heard ,they should listen to Sugarcult's - "Los Angeles",i would like to quote em
"One more Holiday,I wont Celebrate"
and neither will we EVER use these travel agents again
A Crappy new year
I know its been quite a while since i last posted something ,i only post when i do have time or i have a kickass REAL LIFE story to tell or when i am really and i mean REALLY pissed about something,and something just pissed me off massively,its not that i dont get pissed,i get pissed off quite easily but the incident that got my goat was new years Eve
31st Dec 2010
Normally my parents and I go out for a drive at the stroke of midnight to park street,the only street in Calcutta having both KFC and Mcdonalds ,and a ton of other restaurants.
I understand its the new year and all but what is there to celebrate?
We reached the place at 11:50 and there were like a gazillion people out on the street doing nothing but screaming and shouting for the new year,as the bongs and well rest of indians say
"Heppy Noo Yaaar"
Literally thousands of mindless freaks on the streets screaming and shouting and dancing and hugging each other like they are the best of pals,if only this sort of love could be seen on the streets everyday when people are out to run over each other or are abusing the life out of someone,the same people have no compassion what so ever from Jan 2nd onwards.
This whole new year celebration is just another way to milk more money out of the normal people,going to clubs and parties to celebrate what?
More deaths,pathetic governance,violence,corruption,the poor thats what each year is about,people forget all this so easily to celebrate another crummy year which holds more of the same for almost each of us.
I dont celebrate new years any more,but certain memories will stay about this one year:
This is what i remembered about 2010
Spain winning the WC
The huge BP oil spill
Togo bus getting attacked by militants during the African Cup of Nations
Paul the octopus
Rafa getting the boot[twice in one year]
Constant and rampant corruption in our country and outside it as well
Finding some kickass online and college pals
The ass of a travel agent we had
Creating "history" in college
Getting my Babe back :D
Becoming a Graduate
And oh yeah as far as new year's resolutions go,there is no point manking any of them because half of em cannot be remembered by the start of March and more importantly no one gives a shit to completing em
so there is just one resolution for one and all,live by it 24 hours a day,7 days a week,365 days in a year,EVERY FRIGGIN YEAR
"JEET KE AAOGE!"
31st Dec 2010
Normally my parents and I go out for a drive at the stroke of midnight to park street,the only street in Calcutta having both KFC and Mcdonalds ,and a ton of other restaurants.
I understand its the new year and all but what is there to celebrate?
We reached the place at 11:50 and there were like a gazillion people out on the street doing nothing but screaming and shouting for the new year,as the bongs and well rest of indians say
"Heppy Noo Yaaar"
Literally thousands of mindless freaks on the streets screaming and shouting and dancing and hugging each other like they are the best of pals,if only this sort of love could be seen on the streets everyday when people are out to run over each other or are abusing the life out of someone,the same people have no compassion what so ever from Jan 2nd onwards.
This whole new year celebration is just another way to milk more money out of the normal people,going to clubs and parties to celebrate what?
More deaths,pathetic governance,violence,corruption,the poor thats what each year is about,people forget all this so easily to celebrate another crummy year which holds more of the same for almost each of us.
I dont celebrate new years any more,but certain memories will stay about this one year:
This is what i remembered about 2010
Spain winning the WC
The huge BP oil spill
Togo bus getting attacked by militants during the African Cup of Nations
Paul the octopus
Rafa getting the boot[twice in one year]
Constant and rampant corruption in our country and outside it as well
Finding some kickass online and college pals
The ass of a travel agent we had
Creating "history" in college
Getting my Babe back :D
Becoming a Graduate
And oh yeah as far as new year's resolutions go,there is no point manking any of them because half of em cannot be remembered by the start of March and more importantly no one gives a shit to completing em
so there is just one resolution for one and all,live by it 24 hours a day,7 days a week,365 days in a year,EVERY FRIGGIN YEAR
"JEET KE AAOGE!"
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Punked Punked and oh yeah PUNKED!
Us friends have created a sorta ritual,whenever chintoo lee is in town ,we guys have a good old night out,no different this time,we go to park street in the evening,have dinner some where and then go to Someplace Else to catch the band that is playing ,its always Hip Pocket as its Nagu's sir's band and they more or less are always spot on with their music and song list.
This year also we decided to do the same,this time we werent with babla or manko ,it was sumitano,nagu ,chintoo and me,this time we went to park street as usual and we decided to do something different from usual,rather than going to some chinky place ,nagu suggested we go to Mocambo,continental cuisine,we reached music world at 7 and Nagu went and wrote our name down in the register,they told us to come back in around an hour
At 8 we went to Mocambo and the bloke said ,another few minutes,those "few" minutes was like an hour,families were going in one by one but us 4 guys were out just because we werent "family" we had to wait,i can easily say my friends are fucking better family than most relatives i have,although the time did fly by coz all of us had some thing to share which was crazy and funny,i find it odd that non family groups,rather groups without females were made to wait for so long and all,anyways,we entered,got seated and started reading the menu.
Most of us were there to eat the Beef steak,probably the best in town,while chintoo decided to take the lasagna ,nagu wanted some appetizer ,so while i was on the phone and nagu was distracted,chintoo ordered a prawn and crab cocktail,we were hoping that we would have to dip the sea food in some sauce,but a few minutes later we got......
Two bowls with white liquid,now we are confused,what is this,so we dig in and taste it,wtf its mayonnaise ?....we paid 200 bucks for mayonnaise,we dig deeper and we find its with prawns and crab meat,and we gobble it down and then later when we reach the bottom off the bowls we get a nasty after taste,like way bitter,then we realize,we had to mix the bowl well as Vodka was at the base,fucking hell there goes my plan of not having a sip of alcohol for the rest of my life,damn fucking asshole Chintoo just bought me a direct ticket to hell for Betray of Religion,i was going there any way but still,i wanted to go there in my own terms....
Thats the first punked
The 2nd one starts now
We go to Someplace Else where Hip Pocket were to play and we see that they have a new keyboardist and a guitarist as well,a young kid was on the guitar,young compared to the other members of the band,so the gig starts and they start off with some slow easy numbers nothing with The Doors or Pink floyd,the typical Hip Pocket list was not there,boring song list,people getting disinterested and the songs sounded way off,i mean i know i aint a genius in music or that i have heard all the songs before but every song sounded way way wrong ,and after around 5 songs we left in a hurry,really pissed about the music.
Punked twice
Now we decide to have some ice cream so we go to the nearby Swirls outlet and i as usual decide to have a thunderstorm swirls,my 3rd one in 3 days and 4th one in the last 7 days :D,nagu has the new cookie and cream swirls and sumitano and chintoo have some cone dipped in chocolate with vanilla soft ice cream,the damn bastards at the outlet made such pathetic soft creams,bloody it was runny like my nose when i have a bad cold,and fucking hell they even gave very little chocolate chips and nuts in the swirl itself
Thrice.
However one good news did come out from the day about Liverpool FC,and chintoo did get a brand new set of headphones,so alls well that ends well i guess,but man that cocktail shit was pathetic from our side.
This year also we decided to do the same,this time we werent with babla or manko ,it was sumitano,nagu ,chintoo and me,this time we went to park street as usual and we decided to do something different from usual,rather than going to some chinky place ,nagu suggested we go to Mocambo,continental cuisine,we reached music world at 7 and Nagu went and wrote our name down in the register,they told us to come back in around an hour
At 8 we went to Mocambo and the bloke said ,another few minutes,those "few" minutes was like an hour,families were going in one by one but us 4 guys were out just because we werent "family" we had to wait,i can easily say my friends are fucking better family than most relatives i have,although the time did fly by coz all of us had some thing to share which was crazy and funny,i find it odd that non family groups,rather groups without females were made to wait for so long and all,anyways,we entered,got seated and started reading the menu.
Most of us were there to eat the Beef steak,probably the best in town,while chintoo decided to take the lasagna ,nagu wanted some appetizer ,so while i was on the phone and nagu was distracted,chintoo ordered a prawn and crab cocktail,we were hoping that we would have to dip the sea food in some sauce,but a few minutes later we got......
Two bowls with white liquid,now we are confused,what is this,so we dig in and taste it,wtf its mayonnaise ?....we paid 200 bucks for mayonnaise,we dig deeper and we find its with prawns and crab meat,and we gobble it down and then later when we reach the bottom off the bowls we get a nasty after taste,like way bitter,then we realize,we had to mix the bowl well as Vodka was at the base,fucking hell there goes my plan of not having a sip of alcohol for the rest of my life,damn fucking asshole Chintoo just bought me a direct ticket to hell for Betray of Religion,i was going there any way but still,i wanted to go there in my own terms....
Thats the first punked
The 2nd one starts now
We go to Someplace Else where Hip Pocket were to play and we see that they have a new keyboardist and a guitarist as well,a young kid was on the guitar,young compared to the other members of the band,so the gig starts and they start off with some slow easy numbers nothing with The Doors or Pink floyd,the typical Hip Pocket list was not there,boring song list,people getting disinterested and the songs sounded way off,i mean i know i aint a genius in music or that i have heard all the songs before but every song sounded way way wrong ,and after around 5 songs we left in a hurry,really pissed about the music.
Punked twice
Now we decide to have some ice cream so we go to the nearby Swirls outlet and i as usual decide to have a thunderstorm swirls,my 3rd one in 3 days and 4th one in the last 7 days :D,nagu has the new cookie and cream swirls and sumitano and chintoo have some cone dipped in chocolate with vanilla soft ice cream,the damn bastards at the outlet made such pathetic soft creams,bloody it was runny like my nose when i have a bad cold,and fucking hell they even gave very little chocolate chips and nuts in the swirl itself
Thrice.
However one good news did come out from the day about Liverpool FC,and chintoo did get a brand new set of headphones,so alls well that ends well i guess,but man that cocktail shit was pathetic from our side.
Kaju
Normally i dont go pandal hopping during em puja's,i am way too lazy for that,but this year was a completely different story.
My best friend Rohit "chintoo" Sarkar comes to town only once a year as now he studies his ass off in Suratkal and he barely gets holidays ,so every year during the puja's he bunks one week and then we [as in the group] meet up,plus to add to the occasion ,i barely get any holidays from my new B college and this one week in 2010 was the only time i was gonna meet Chintoo.
So off we went for a bit of pandal hopping,ahh the sweaty people all around,the children running and bumping into people,the loud noise,what a perfect advertisement for the city of calcutta,so its around 11 when i meet chintoo,nagu and sumit,who shall now be referred to as sumitano from now on.
We travel to quite a few pandals in kidderpore and of course one of the best themed pandals was in badamtala,but this blog isnt about the pandals,oh no,its more about the "kaju" experience.
So lets get the situation in place,nagu is hungry and before we can have lunch we decide to have a snack so off we go to KC Das ,near South city and we are at the counter but we arent getting any service whatsoever ,we tell nagu to tell the old bloke at the counter about our order but he just refuses to listen to nagu
so i tell him
"Nagu,show him some cleavage"
he didnt and after another 10 minutes of waiting and no service we leave in a huff,still in hunger mode though
so after a few more pandals we go to a roadside sweet shop,where nagu asks for a couple of laddoos,now the laddoos had like a kaju split in half on the top,and nagu gets both the laddoos on one of em paper plates,the ones where they put the water for the puchkas.
So sumit or nagu had one of the half kaju's and chintoo was trying to half the other,me on the other hand wanted the kaju as well so as soon as chintoo tried to lift the kaju from the laddoo i screamed
"KAAAAAAJJJJJJJJJJUUUUUUUUU"
and tried to grab it,but..........
Chintoo didnt expect a scream,up went his hand and one laddoo in the air,now nagu has one laddoo in the plate but he wants to try and save the other laddoo so he tries to save that,when his hand hits mine and now the second laddoo is in the air and the three of us are trying to save the laddoos,rohit almost had it,so did i and nagu was the same slow dim witted freak that he is,but alas both the laddoos were on the ground and the shop owner was bloody angry at us,so we ran away from the place with screams of laughter at the "kaju" problem
Next we went to another place and nagu wants to have em radha balavis and asks the owner,if there were any kajus in em and of course he kept the plate away from me.
My best friend Rohit "chintoo" Sarkar comes to town only once a year as now he studies his ass off in Suratkal and he barely gets holidays ,so every year during the puja's he bunks one week and then we [as in the group] meet up,plus to add to the occasion ,i barely get any holidays from my new B college and this one week in 2010 was the only time i was gonna meet Chintoo.
So off we went for a bit of pandal hopping,ahh the sweaty people all around,the children running and bumping into people,the loud noise,what a perfect advertisement for the city of calcutta,so its around 11 when i meet chintoo,nagu and sumit,who shall now be referred to as sumitano from now on.
We travel to quite a few pandals in kidderpore and of course one of the best themed pandals was in badamtala,but this blog isnt about the pandals,oh no,its more about the "kaju" experience.
So lets get the situation in place,nagu is hungry and before we can have lunch we decide to have a snack so off we go to KC Das ,near South city and we are at the counter but we arent getting any service whatsoever ,we tell nagu to tell the old bloke at the counter about our order but he just refuses to listen to nagu
so i tell him
"Nagu,show him some cleavage"
he didnt and after another 10 minutes of waiting and no service we leave in a huff,still in hunger mode though
so after a few more pandals we go to a roadside sweet shop,where nagu asks for a couple of laddoos,now the laddoos had like a kaju split in half on the top,and nagu gets both the laddoos on one of em paper plates,the ones where they put the water for the puchkas.
So sumit or nagu had one of the half kaju's and chintoo was trying to half the other,me on the other hand wanted the kaju as well so as soon as chintoo tried to lift the kaju from the laddoo i screamed
"KAAAAAAJJJJJJJJJJUUUUUUUUU"
and tried to grab it,but..........
Chintoo didnt expect a scream,up went his hand and one laddoo in the air,now nagu has one laddoo in the plate but he wants to try and save the other laddoo so he tries to save that,when his hand hits mine and now the second laddoo is in the air and the three of us are trying to save the laddoos,rohit almost had it,so did i and nagu was the same slow dim witted freak that he is,but alas both the laddoos were on the ground and the shop owner was bloody angry at us,so we ran away from the place with screams of laughter at the "kaju" problem
Next we went to another place and nagu wants to have em radha balavis and asks the owner,if there were any kajus in em and of course he kept the plate away from me.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Ghajini
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!
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!
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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