Blocked for Good ...

It has been quite a while since I had thought, and have been thinking since, of typing out something of some significance. However, whether it be pen on paper or my laptop that I intend to use to put things in motion, I feel as if five-hundred pound sloths are clinging to my fingers, enticing them to yield to their insipid, stupidly-content-belly-up way of life. Every now and then, one of them would even take the liberty of roiling my day’s thoughts and ideas with its long stirrer-like fingers, generally used to lodge it into tree trunks for days. The clarity is thus adulterated, as the unwanted sediments of the day’s thoughts slowly rise up in ironically sloth-like, but unstoppable swirls and cloud my thoughts, painstakingly saved for a moment of peaceful expression...

Harsha's Views: "Greatness lies in rising beyond the system..."

Courtesy Cricinfo:
"So India go out again, having delivered a box-office dud. It will lead to much breast-beating and ranting, a demonstration or two will begin somewhere, and doubtless, television cameras will be there. But beyond providing an outlet for our frustration, allowing for catharsis, all that will achieve little ..."

On Television ...

A first for me. Watch our team from IIM Ahd present on CNBC TV 18, on 14th February 2010, Sunday.

PS: The episode of "Lessons in Marketing Excellence" has got nothing to do with Valentine's Day.

Heat and Dust ...

Like "Strategy" is an overused, all-encompassing, umbrella term in management, so is "hand-holding" in the microfinance industry. Whenever you become too curious and try to delve deeper, "hand-holding" becomes a roadblock.

Anyways, after successfully avoiding "field-visits" for a couple of weeks, I ran out of luck the bygone week. Four days of "hand-holding" microfinance institutions on the field, has left me high and dry.

As I go bar-hopping in the evenings to catch IPL matches, I have, surprisingly, covered a sizeable portion of the NCR, and that includes parts of Haryana and Uttar Pradesh.

The past week had been full of novel experiences - Reaching where letters never reach, interrogated by policemen for being present at the wrong place at the wrong time, chased by a pair of bulls (as if one was not enough), and being served an extra bottle of beer, by mistake - some of these I would not mind recurring in the week ahead.

And for readers, who are blessed with a liking to continuity, yes ... uncertainty still rules...

At the Crossroads ... Again

Delhi is hot!
For those of you who have already lined up a series of expletives for saying the obvious, its raining in the NCR! The massive temperature shift between night and day has left me longing for a more stable climate.
Internship @ Intellecap is unstructured, which is good. There is much scope for expanding or collapsing the "scope" of the assignment. However, people knowing me can guess which way I will do it!
With it being the largest city that I have stayed in, for a reasonable amount of time, Delhi has not cooperated with me for the timebeing. With no vehicle at my disposal, the spread-out nature of the city and the dearth of basic amenities at walking distances, has left me with a pair of sore legs and a lighter wallet. The metro is a reprieve, though.
The following seven weeks will be interesting. As I see it now, it will test my patience as well as my ability to keep myself engaged, two things among many, which I am not good at.
The immediate future is uncertain ... and for those, who are again complaining about speaking the obvious, this time, let your expletives flow. :)
See you on the other side of uncertainty...

Of Farewells and Corporate Dinners ...

The blistering Ahmedabad heat, which refuses to subside till late in the evening, made a mockery of our corporate get up, as we, residents of D-13, finally got into the act and celebrated our Corpo-D, an elaborate celebration of the dorm culture of IIM-A. It certainly lived up to my expectations, as we experienced a throwback to the days of OM-3, albeit a much more enjoyable one, in the form of nailing the "pseudo-glam" post of dorm representive. "The Pride" shook, as facchhas fought it out for the chance to "participate" in OM3-2009, and thoroughly lived up to the reputation of D-13 being one of the noisiest of dorms.

It was the last gathering of all the dorm members, as since then, slowly the tucchhas have trickled out of the dorm, out of the campus and the city. D-13 looks forlorn, not even half as noisy as it once was.

As the last of the tucchhas leave, here's wishing them a heartfelt bright future and a sincerely optimistic wishful thinking that they make up for the downsized and sliced dreams at the placements this year.

For once the residents of D-'13' need some luck ...

Winds of Change ...

The winds have changed their direction ... yet again ... a much needed change is round the corner. It was about time, though ... or shall we say, JUST in TIME.