The spring break was wonderful. I usually embark on a break thinking it is going to be MY time...when I would be able to put my past and present in perspective and look to what I want from my future. And, as usual, I end up vegging out doing nothing in terms of constructive thinking. Though I need add my main man, AK, helped me sort out things in my head.
Overall, it was a decent 9-10 days...began with a quiet Thursday. Went onto a hectic Friday with an interview, a job offer and a party on the back of one another. Saturday was some guests at home and chilling with a few beers Rashmi maushi got for me.
Rest of the week was a whirl of rain and relaxing, good conversation with BM, some work and generally goofing around. I can see that I'd be completely unproductive as a family guy. Thank God I'm single!
Helped BM around the house as she went on her "Revamp 2820" campaign, threw away a bunch of stuff and bought a bunch of stuff...net net the house remains crowded.
Friday the main man AK came back from India...got back a bunch of goodies...especially lot of pics. The Bbay place has turned out fab...the effort and $$s show! The Pune houses are looking good as usual. Hmmm might be interesting to figure how the flight back to Inde might look like.
Coming back was kinda crazy as the rain peaked the day I was leaving and the flight was delayed by a good 2 hrs.
Big takeaways from the spring break:
1) Watched a few movies
2) Got to read a good book
3) Realized the Mac makes for a good pic viewing experience but sucks as far as personal computer use is concerned.
4) A rain interrupted break need not always be bad
5) A break REALLY breaks the momentum for split type A/ type B personality people
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Knotty boys- the complaints of a single guy
Your friend is getting married! Happy or sad...or something in between?
If Wonder Years talks about first falling in love (and then falling in love quite a few times later on) and American Pie talks about, ummm the pie using years, Dil Chahta Hai takes off where American Pie ends. Where DCH ends is where my current post begins. When your friends are done courting (i.e. the first few days when friends around were not only OK or welcome but also sought after because they gave you the excuse and alibi to meet the "object of desire").
An interesting anecdote from personal experience: SPG is by far one of the most fertile ground for "guy meet girl" kinda scenarios. My grp did the usual stuff ppl my age did...talk life, talk school, cars, sport, women and ah yes...ogle at any PYT that passed by. We were officially nerds , so the PYTs did not hang out with us. Some day during my first MBBS the scenario changed and my main man AG seemed to attract many women to our grp. We had a nucleus of 4-5 guys and women and some guys came on n off. Interestingly, 2-3 guys got married to women who came into our grp.
One day I saw an exceedingly handsome woman with my main man. Seeing their comfort with each other I assumed she might be a cousin. Later I realized " he liked liked her"!! Can you imagine that?
I almost certainly felt cheated! At least with one of your best friends you can expect to be involved from the phase of "I like her...should I talk to her or maybe not".
To be told FYI can most certainly be looked on as being cheated out of an important experience. Having said that VS was another good main man. He let me experience the process! It is kinda fun.
You know how you have built a boat out of a good sheet of paper and its raining heavily. You know the boat is a work of art but at the end of the day its destiny is to float away...
Friendship is like that. At 12, at 20 even at 24 your friendships keep you going. They nourish your soul and strengthen your heart. How any relationship can be better than a good friendship is still beyond me...it is a work of art, I say! Yet, its destiny is to be cast away. Some relationships break the boat's contact with the shore...some come out stronger!
The marriage of the first of your closest friends is usually a traumatic experience. It's like sharing a part of your soul with someone you don't know...possibly with someone you never grow to like. If the "other person" hurts your friend...you hate her/him for that. If she makes your friend so happy that your own contribution is marginal (at best)...you can take that badly as well.
An ideal, yet very infrequently encountered situation, where the couple bonds with a special friend so they can truthfully say "We may be a couple and can't share certain things with you...but you have a special place in our joys that even we cant take away".
Once the world knows (read: guy's n girl's parents) the alibis and excuses can be dispensed with. Then, suddenly, the friends are no longer welcome. Heck, if was welcome I wouldnt want to be around a couple newly in love...the crap they talk brings on waves of nausea and revulsion for me. Here's a couple, that met recently, trying to figure what they are going to name their kid or what kind of house they would buy first up. The topic might be normal to the surface but the interaction (where is the soap...helps me deal with the nausea).
Its weird as mush to the power infinity.
As the wedding approaches friends are welcome again...tis the season for communal joy and festivities...not merely of twosomes.
After marriage...now thats a topic all unto itself. I hope to write over this in some depth on a long dreary rainy afternoon.
The topic to explore here (and some more later) is: Where does the "friend" die or fade off and where does the "lover" or "relationship man" arise from? Was it always there in him, like a seed waiting to strike root and grow or is it actually the love of a woman drawing water from stone?
There seems to be more proof for the first hypothesis. But you never saw it! You never knew your friends had it in them to neglect many friendship for the love of one woman. The same person who called you out of the med school library for an arbit game of ping pong or the friend who made you go on a bike ride for gas and ended up driving 25 km in wild rain to have THAT perfect cutting chai in Nerul...is no more. The spontaneity is dead! and what lives of it is reserved for the spouse. Is this innate behavior or do we do this because we see others around us (parents, older siblings, aunts n uncles) do it?
Why is spontaneity with friends the cost of the love of a woman? Does the woman seek this sacrifice of spontaneity as her "pound of flesh" or is this (even more scarily) the way your friend prefers it?
Sam asked a good question: So after all this venting...errr...is this good or bad "friend" to "lover" transition". The answer is contextual...whose point of view are we looking from.
It's obviously good for the woman and possibly for the guy (though the jury is still out on that one). You won't hear these groans and complaints from married men "friends"...for some/most parts the "friend" inside them is replaced by the relationship man. They dont miss it. They can also identify with it. You will hear single friends cry for a boat that floated away too far, out of sight but not out of mind.
Reminds me of this "not so related to the topic" line from Wyatt Earp
Character: Why you doing this for Wyatt? You know its dangerous...you can get killed!
Doc: Cuz Wyatt's my good friend
Character: Heck, I got lotsa good friends!
Doc: I don't...
If Wonder Years talks about first falling in love (and then falling in love quite a few times later on) and American Pie talks about, ummm the pie using years, Dil Chahta Hai takes off where American Pie ends. Where DCH ends is where my current post begins. When your friends are done courting (i.e. the first few days when friends around were not only OK or welcome but also sought after because they gave you the excuse and alibi to meet the "object of desire").
An interesting anecdote from personal experience: SPG is by far one of the most fertile ground for "guy meet girl" kinda scenarios. My grp did the usual stuff ppl my age did...talk life, talk school, cars, sport, women and ah yes...ogle at any PYT that passed by. We were officially nerds , so the PYTs did not hang out with us. Some day during my first MBBS the scenario changed and my main man AG seemed to attract many women to our grp. We had a nucleus of 4-5 guys and women and some guys came on n off. Interestingly, 2-3 guys got married to women who came into our grp.
One day I saw an exceedingly handsome woman with my main man. Seeing their comfort with each other I assumed she might be a cousin. Later I realized " he liked liked her"!! Can you imagine that?
I almost certainly felt cheated! At least with one of your best friends you can expect to be involved from the phase of "I like her...should I talk to her or maybe not".
To be told FYI can most certainly be looked on as being cheated out of an important experience. Having said that VS was another good main man. He let me experience the process! It is kinda fun.
You know how you have built a boat out of a good sheet of paper and its raining heavily. You know the boat is a work of art but at the end of the day its destiny is to float away...
Friendship is like that. At 12, at 20 even at 24 your friendships keep you going. They nourish your soul and strengthen your heart. How any relationship can be better than a good friendship is still beyond me...it is a work of art, I say! Yet, its destiny is to be cast away. Some relationships break the boat's contact with the shore...some come out stronger!
The marriage of the first of your closest friends is usually a traumatic experience. It's like sharing a part of your soul with someone you don't know...possibly with someone you never grow to like. If the "other person" hurts your friend...you hate her/him for that. If she makes your friend so happy that your own contribution is marginal (at best)...you can take that badly as well.
An ideal, yet very infrequently encountered situation, where the couple bonds with a special friend so they can truthfully say "We may be a couple and can't share certain things with you...but you have a special place in our joys that even we cant take away".
Once the world knows (read: guy's n girl's parents) the alibis and excuses can be dispensed with. Then, suddenly, the friends are no longer welcome. Heck, if was welcome I wouldnt want to be around a couple newly in love...the crap they talk brings on waves of nausea and revulsion for me. Here's a couple, that met recently, trying to figure what they are going to name their kid or what kind of house they would buy first up. The topic might be normal to the surface but the interaction (where is the soap...helps me deal with the nausea).
Its weird as mush to the power infinity.
As the wedding approaches friends are welcome again...tis the season for communal joy and festivities...not merely of twosomes.
After marriage...now thats a topic all unto itself. I hope to write over this in some depth on a long dreary rainy afternoon.
The topic to explore here (and some more later) is: Where does the "friend" die or fade off and where does the "lover" or "relationship man" arise from? Was it always there in him, like a seed waiting to strike root and grow or is it actually the love of a woman drawing water from stone?
There seems to be more proof for the first hypothesis. But you never saw it! You never knew your friends had it in them to neglect many friendship for the love of one woman. The same person who called you out of the med school library for an arbit game of ping pong or the friend who made you go on a bike ride for gas and ended up driving 25 km in wild rain to have THAT perfect cutting chai in Nerul...is no more. The spontaneity is dead! and what lives of it is reserved for the spouse. Is this innate behavior or do we do this because we see others around us (parents, older siblings, aunts n uncles) do it?
Why is spontaneity with friends the cost of the love of a woman? Does the woman seek this sacrifice of spontaneity as her "pound of flesh" or is this (even more scarily) the way your friend prefers it?
Sam asked a good question: So after all this venting...errr...is this good or bad "friend" to "lover" transition". The answer is contextual...whose point of view are we looking from.
It's obviously good for the woman and possibly for the guy (though the jury is still out on that one). You won't hear these groans and complaints from married men "friends"...for some/most parts the "friend" inside them is replaced by the relationship man. They dont miss it. They can also identify with it. You will hear single friends cry for a boat that floated away too far, out of sight but not out of mind.
Reminds me of this "not so related to the topic" line from Wyatt Earp
Character: Why you doing this for Wyatt? You know its dangerous...you can get killed!
Doc: Cuz Wyatt's my good friend
Character: Heck, I got lotsa good friends!
Doc: I don't...
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Drops of rain
What relevance does the title have to what I am going to write?
Absolutely nothing!
Just that I couldnt think of a title that was better than this one (talk about poverty of ideas huh)
Random thought 1: Time flies by really fast!
I thought I blogged a few days back...I looked at the post date and realized the last post is 8-9 days old (that might as well have been in the Triassic Age).
What have the last few days been like?
Not special...with the feeling fo dread enveloping me like a shroud...at the thought that my Business plan wasnt going to well (or wasnt moving at ALL).
But, now, I have a few interviews in the bag...some real biggies!
By tomorrow the B plan will be a broken arrow...out of my control. All we can do is hope for the presentation to be a winner. Otherwise 5 external VCs and Jon and Molly...yikes! Our asses are going to be crisp toast.
I fly out to the Bay area in a few days for an interview. Should be fun!
AND spring break comes up.
Let's see what the next couple of weeks and months have to bring up in life.
Random thought 2: We are too optimistic that a foreseen joy would gives us more joy (than it really would) and feel a foreseen/unforeseen hit would hurt us more (than it really would).
Is there really a solution to this problem. I'm guessing we could be really happy people if we figure this one out.
Random thought 3: Its raining cats and dogs here in Southern Calif.
So, as you can imagine, there are lots of cats and dogs around...those that landed well are running around...those that had a crash landing...well I dont need to say more, you can imagine.
Random thought 4: I have a craving for some food right now.
The problem is...I dont know which one. Maybe it is a good paratha...or is it a juicy burger. Hmmm maybe that nice big chunky burrito up in the Bay area. Or maybe chaat.
I give up!
Absolutely nothing!
Just that I couldnt think of a title that was better than this one (talk about poverty of ideas huh)
Random thought 1: Time flies by really fast!
I thought I blogged a few days back...I looked at the post date and realized the last post is 8-9 days old (that might as well have been in the Triassic Age).
What have the last few days been like?
Not special...with the feeling fo dread enveloping me like a shroud...at the thought that my Business plan wasnt going to well (or wasnt moving at ALL).
But, now, I have a few interviews in the bag...some real biggies!
By tomorrow the B plan will be a broken arrow...out of my control. All we can do is hope for the presentation to be a winner. Otherwise 5 external VCs and Jon and Molly...yikes! Our asses are going to be crisp toast.
I fly out to the Bay area in a few days for an interview. Should be fun!
AND spring break comes up.
Let's see what the next couple of weeks and months have to bring up in life.
Random thought 2: We are too optimistic that a foreseen joy would gives us more joy (than it really would) and feel a foreseen/unforeseen hit would hurt us more (than it really would).
Is there really a solution to this problem. I'm guessing we could be really happy people if we figure this one out.
Random thought 3: Its raining cats and dogs here in Southern Calif.
So, as you can imagine, there are lots of cats and dogs around...those that landed well are running around...those that had a crash landing...well I dont need to say more, you can imagine.
Random thought 4: I have a craving for some food right now.
The problem is...I dont know which one. Maybe it is a good paratha...or is it a juicy burger. Hmmm maybe that nice big chunky burrito up in the Bay area. Or maybe chaat.
I give up!
Monday, February 20, 2006
Sick as a dawg
Post- party downs I have heard of. But this is hitting ridiculous depths.
The bug is vicious...I think it has something to do with all the antibiotics people in the US ingest leading to weirdly distorted bugs. I guess that doesnt hold true if its a virus...but whatever it is, sure sucks!
Missed the wine tasting session with the wine grp...but ended up going for the Woody Allen movie. As usual, he was funny, but I wasnt upto any humor (MAN! I must be sick).
Going home early today...hopefully tomorrow, by the time I wake up, the bug might have packed bag baggage and sleeping gear and left for good. Got lotsa work to do.
The bug is vicious...I think it has something to do with all the antibiotics people in the US ingest leading to weirdly distorted bugs. I guess that doesnt hold true if its a virus...but whatever it is, sure sucks!
Missed the wine tasting session with the wine grp...but ended up going for the Woody Allen movie. As usual, he was funny, but I wasnt upto any humor (MAN! I must be sick).
Going home early today...hopefully tomorrow, by the time I wake up, the bug might have packed bag baggage and sleeping gear and left for good. Got lotsa work to do.
A great weekend
So I was over in Diamond Bar Friday evening for Widster's party and then the entire gang proceeded to Anaheim for some family mayhem...and how!
Friday: AM to PM was a chaotic time with lot of work on my report still to get done though I had spent the better part of the night getting it in shape. Had to miss the Clin Pharm lecture for that.
Got into the term sheet negotiation...and that was a bitch!
Vic can be a nut case...but Friday was ridiculous. Not only had the gang come unprepared they had no specific position they were defending. Everything was because "I think so".
So we ended up giving them equity but getting a stranglehold on control. Not sure I liked the company at all...but what the heck!
Ran over home to prep...got into my (by now) favorite silk shirt and jacket. Got my bag ready. Archu maushi's billing guy, Venkat gave me a ride after what seemed an entire eternity. Officer killing delayed proceedings for some time. And it was already 8:00 pm for a party beginning 7:30pm. I'm usually not late...but really cant help it when I have no control over the proceedings whatsoever.
The party was fun cuz of the cousin gang. The guests might just be restrained...but there was an element of (how should I put it) formality. Quite unlike the New Years party, which had no pretenses...most everybody was their real self.
Needless to say, after 31st Dec memories I did not dance...the Diamond Bar residents and Archu maushi's friends dont know they were saved by an act of omission.
We stayed up late that night...all of us and had a great time chatting up and basically being 10 yrs old...which, incidentally, is my mental age when I'm with my younger cousins.
Sat: Kinda did not dawn as early and bright as I would have liked it. Got up kinda late but there was good food to be had with pots of incredible tea and you know thats what an ideal Saturday morning is like.
General messing around followed the food.
Ro wanted to go to Sandigo...we held back cuz it was our good maushi n kaka's 19th wedding anniversary. That evening promised to be sad cuz the gang decided to go to movies and I dont really like going to movies unless something exceptional is showing (which it want).
Luckily, they decided to change the plan to go for a long walk...and so we did. A nice 3-4 mile long walk! I moved around initially with the cousin gang talking up bull and then with the maushi gang listening to them talk about some of the maushis and our trip back in Inde (note: none of it was malicious).
Back from the walk, got read yto go for din din...its a wonder what a long walk can do to your appetite. Went to Benihana...my first experience with Hibachi or Teppan yaki style cooking. It was interesting for sure. Big Ro piled onto my Saporro (as expected). Came back to another late night...slept at 3 am only to wake up 7:30 am. Got packed and left for Claremont by 9:30 or 10 am. Oh ya, gotta mention the breakfast...I had possibly one of the best omlettes I had ever had. It was simply incredible!
Today was a down day...just chilling and finished the report by 1 am and sent it out.
Tomorrow, will be the beginning of another interesting week.
Friday: AM to PM was a chaotic time with lot of work on my report still to get done though I had spent the better part of the night getting it in shape. Had to miss the Clin Pharm lecture for that.
Got into the term sheet negotiation...and that was a bitch!
Vic can be a nut case...but Friday was ridiculous. Not only had the gang come unprepared they had no specific position they were defending. Everything was because "I think so".
So we ended up giving them equity but getting a stranglehold on control. Not sure I liked the company at all...but what the heck!
Ran over home to prep...got into my (by now) favorite silk shirt and jacket. Got my bag ready. Archu maushi's billing guy, Venkat gave me a ride after what seemed an entire eternity. Officer killing delayed proceedings for some time. And it was already 8:00 pm for a party beginning 7:30pm. I'm usually not late...but really cant help it when I have no control over the proceedings whatsoever.
The party was fun cuz of the cousin gang. The guests might just be restrained...but there was an element of (how should I put it) formality. Quite unlike the New Years party, which had no pretenses...most everybody was their real self.
Needless to say, after 31st Dec memories I did not dance...the Diamond Bar residents and Archu maushi's friends dont know they were saved by an act of omission.
We stayed up late that night...all of us and had a great time chatting up and basically being 10 yrs old...which, incidentally, is my mental age when I'm with my younger cousins.
Sat: Kinda did not dawn as early and bright as I would have liked it. Got up kinda late but there was good food to be had with pots of incredible tea and you know thats what an ideal Saturday morning is like.
General messing around followed the food.
Ro wanted to go to Sandigo...we held back cuz it was our good maushi n kaka's 19th wedding anniversary. That evening promised to be sad cuz the gang decided to go to movies and I dont really like going to movies unless something exceptional is showing (which it want).
Luckily, they decided to change the plan to go for a long walk...and so we did. A nice 3-4 mile long walk! I moved around initially with the cousin gang talking up bull and then with the maushi gang listening to them talk about some of the maushis and our trip back in Inde (note: none of it was malicious).
Back from the walk, got read yto go for din din...its a wonder what a long walk can do to your appetite. Went to Benihana...my first experience with Hibachi or Teppan yaki style cooking. It was interesting for sure. Big Ro piled onto my Saporro (as expected). Came back to another late night...slept at 3 am only to wake up 7:30 am. Got packed and left for Claremont by 9:30 or 10 am. Oh ya, gotta mention the breakfast...I had possibly one of the best omlettes I had ever had. It was simply incredible!
Today was a down day...just chilling and finished the report by 1 am and sent it out.
Tomorrow, will be the beginning of another interesting week.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Crazy busy days
MAN! We need to petition God to increase the no. of hrs in a day. I mean, sure, 24 hrs were OK when people slept around for 10 yrs in neanderthal land and era and WORK meant chasing a deer down for food, or setting up a trap for some other small animal or simply just picking fruit from trees.
Heck, it even worked in a socialist era when you went to work by 9 and before you knew it, were home by 5-6 pm.
But capitalism is a different kettle of fish! If I wake up at 8 and get to school I already feel like I have wasted the day...and this is when I'm in school till...ummm...2 am. So in the interest of development and achievement, God needs to make a ...yes! 30 hr day. Now that could rock!
Well, today is going to be working on the report for my super interesting consulting gig...helps that it is with a VC firm. Tomorrow evening is off to Diamond bar and thence to Anaheim Hills. Tomorrow is going to rock! Hopefully.
Let me leave you with a nice pic of the spectacular view from my gramps place in Pune...can ya believe it, this is in the heart of the city.
Heck, it even worked in a socialist era when you went to work by 9 and before you knew it, were home by 5-6 pm.
But capitalism is a different kettle of fish! If I wake up at 8 and get to school I already feel like I have wasted the day...and this is when I'm in school till...ummm...2 am. So in the interest of development and achievement, God needs to make a ...yes! 30 hr day. Now that could rock!
Well, today is going to be working on the report for my super interesting consulting gig...helps that it is with a VC firm. Tomorrow evening is off to Diamond bar and thence to Anaheim Hills. Tomorrow is going to rock! Hopefully.
Let me leave you with a nice pic of the spectacular view from my gramps place in Pune...can ya believe it, this is in the heart of the city.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Another day
Do you experience one of those times when every day seems like the one before it...and the one before it...on and on.
Today just has got to be one of those days.
Is this passage of empty, unspectacular days normal? Do we just expect too much out of every day?
The more I think about it, I am convinced we increasingly expect more from life...every second, every day, every year. A moment of pause makes us uneasy and anxious. A sense of depression prevails in such situation. "Carpe diem" goes the rally...seize the day!
Is it really necessary to seize the day? Can we let the day seize us and still go with the flow without feeling the sense of depression prevail over us?
Today just has got to be one of those days.
Is this passage of empty, unspectacular days normal? Do we just expect too much out of every day?
The more I think about it, I am convinced we increasingly expect more from life...every second, every day, every year. A moment of pause makes us uneasy and anxious. A sense of depression prevails in such situation. "Carpe diem" goes the rally...seize the day!
Is it really necessary to seize the day? Can we let the day seize us and still go with the flow without feeling the sense of depression prevail over us?
Monday, February 13, 2006
Blog-on it
OK so I used to blog on n off before I went to India for the break. Came back into a completely chaotic schedule and...as always...a good thing stopped, albeit temporarily.
So I come back to the blog spot, a rejuvenated man...back to tell my tale. Heck, I must have one of the most boring lives around So Cal. WTF!
I come to school around 9-10 am and end up here until....ummmm...2-3 am.
With a life like that, what can you really experience to shove into a blog, HUH huh huh?
Let's take a shot though!
Go off home for a bite and then some random memories from ze Injun trip.
So I come back to the blog spot, a rejuvenated man...back to tell my tale. Heck, I must have one of the most boring lives around So Cal. WTF!
I come to school around 9-10 am and end up here until....ummmm...2-3 am.
With a life like that, what can you really experience to shove into a blog, HUH huh huh?
Let's take a shot though!
Go off home for a bite and then some random memories from ze Injun trip.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Quiz me no more
You know how some quizes are? You care so much you live on coffee (and whatever other substance you find to keep you awake) to work days and nights to ace it.
Well, today I gave two quizes of the other kind. Ones where I didn't care an ant's zit worth...
Basically walked into the Pharm Dev and Corporate Finance (this just comes like naturally to me) quizzes cold turkey.
Yesterday I sat down to go through Corp Finance and terms like Pacman, Jonestown defense, Macaroni defense, Green Shoe got me reading...hell these sound either like kiddie games or artsy war type movies...never thought Bankers conversations might be so colorful.
Banker 1: Hey, the shark's on us...we need to do something.
Banker 2: Ya, the Board hates the shark's guts...calling us in for help. I think Pacman would work best.
Banker 1: Nah they can't leverage that much...they got sufficient poison pills in em to keep the shark away...I hear they figured in the Macaroni defense in the last bond issue.
I digress...back to quizzes.
Quizzes/tests at the end of the year are EVIL...the design of Satan I tell you. I mean, your motivation is creating new definitions for the term "rock bottom", a break looms sinfully and alluringly close, internships aint working for you...and then they expect you to go back to material you grew to hate a few months back.
Also, quizzes tend to screw you over when you have busted your behind and then be a cake walk when you don't really care...sigh! "Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune". Today was the cakewalk kind for me.
Hopefully I can repeat the performance and beat the curve (and others on the curve) next week.
After that...quiz me no more!
Well, today I gave two quizes of the other kind. Ones where I didn't care an ant's zit worth...
Basically walked into the Pharm Dev and Corporate Finance (this just comes like naturally to me) quizzes cold turkey.
Yesterday I sat down to go through Corp Finance and terms like Pacman, Jonestown defense, Macaroni defense, Green Shoe got me reading...hell these sound either like kiddie games or artsy war type movies...never thought Bankers conversations might be so colorful.
Banker 1: Hey, the shark's on us...we need to do something.
Banker 2: Ya, the Board hates the shark's guts...calling us in for help. I think Pacman would work best.
Banker 1: Nah they can't leverage that much...they got sufficient poison pills in em to keep the shark away...I hear they figured in the Macaroni defense in the last bond issue.
I digress...back to quizzes.
Quizzes/tests at the end of the year are EVIL...the design of Satan I tell you. I mean, your motivation is creating new definitions for the term "rock bottom", a break looms sinfully and alluringly close, internships aint working for you...and then they expect you to go back to material you grew to hate a few months back.
Also, quizzes tend to screw you over when you have busted your behind and then be a cake walk when you don't really care...sigh! "Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune". Today was the cakewalk kind for me.
Hopefully I can repeat the performance and beat the curve (and others on the curve) next week.
After that...quiz me no more!
Monday, May 09, 2005
An empty day
It's rather incredible isn't it.
People talk about making every day work...or creating a miracle everyday?
Gibberish, I tell you.
Today was one of those DEAD days...like many other in my life. Something like outta a Satyajit Ray movie...slow, dreary and meaningless.
Woke up late...REAL late. not that that matters because most of the classes are outta the way and I'm pretty much rock bottom with motivation. Worried some about my internship over a cuppa coffee...looking around the garbage bin (aka my apt....breaks my heart to call it home).
Followed mail...looked at my position on investopedia simulator...looks the market took a dump on my investments though I'm still at no. 3. Not bad for a guy whoz a pig investing on quick n dirty tips.
Rest of the day was pathetic...hiked my way to school and basically wasted time. The best part was my 2-hr long nap on the couch in 517 comp lab. Right now I'm fucked...two tests tomorrow and I might as well be tossing coins to decide answers.
Ya...the beer's good too...as is in the music in my ears...Bose. Rahman seems to be preparing for concert type stuff.
People talk about making every day work...or creating a miracle everyday?
Gibberish, I tell you.
Today was one of those DEAD days...like many other in my life. Something like outta a Satyajit Ray movie...slow, dreary and meaningless.
Woke up late...REAL late. not that that matters because most of the classes are outta the way and I'm pretty much rock bottom with motivation. Worried some about my internship over a cuppa coffee...looking around the garbage bin (aka my apt....breaks my heart to call it home).
Followed mail...looked at my position on investopedia simulator...looks the market took a dump on my investments though I'm still at no. 3. Not bad for a guy whoz a pig investing on quick n dirty tips.
Rest of the day was pathetic...hiked my way to school and basically wasted time. The best part was my 2-hr long nap on the couch in 517 comp lab. Right now I'm fucked...two tests tomorrow and I might as well be tossing coins to decide answers.
Ya...the beer's good too...as is in the music in my ears...Bose. Rahman seems to be preparing for concert type stuff.
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