“Mausi.. Do you know we are planning to go to Desert Safari.. You must be knowing its one of the best thing to do in Dubai.. And somebody told me its damn costly.. No no.. Don’t take me wrong.. I am just telling you.. Nothing else interpretations please.. Com’on you know I wont talk in riddles to you..” Well that’s how I got my Dh 110 for Desert Safari… not that I didn’t have them.. But when it comes to partying out.. U bet.. Nothing in this world will give you more pleasure that partying on others money.. And for me my others account is generally.. Mausi, Mom and my dashing group of 8 friends.. (lukha people, I know)… Things cut short.. Lets get talking…

What a awesome experience that was.. Though I am late to put it on blog.. But better late than never.. Some 50+ I would say.. Boarding the cruiser OMG!!! Just imagine 10 Cruiser standing in front in one line.. That was some scene.. Well first thing was to make sure you sit with right people.. Its very important for such a public trip.. And I needed Rajeev to be there with me.. I needed someone to kill my time.. And lately he has been my favorite victim.. And love screwing his happiness.. He is a darling.. (ok. He is not.. But he is for sure an easy victim.. Haha.. Now I know why people call me Narad Muni..) some 40 minutes of drive and we were there.. All desert and sand.. I will again reiterate here.. I love this place more than I loved Singapore .. So once we get to see that we can not afford the biking we quietly moved to safari after taking all the possible snaps in all possible permutations of poses..

Up and down..drifts..tracks on sand.. That’s just a little of desert safari.. No doubt we all went mad.. And if that wasn’t enough.. The show of the day.. Belly Dancing.. And I will keep my mum here.. Only thing I can share here keeping my excitement to a bare little is.. What a female she was.. And what control she had.. If ever given  a chance I wont miss her seeing again.. Well I love curves.. And she was THE epitome for my love.. .. Haha..

Cheers guys

Loku

PS: I was asked to keep my words limited about that Belly Dancer.. Zipped..they are..

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I have been struggling since I remember last…. How so ever hard I could try to recollect my memories.. I met this friend of mine some time back (ok.. 4 months back.. I was only trying to make it look like a nice story plot… but you ppl.. Com’on stop raising eyes..) and while talking to him, he started with his usual ups and downs of life… and like all human’s innate characteristic he too started with the Downs.. And only after I got tired and started bleeding through my ears, I finally had to stop him saying I needed to go to washroom.. ( sorry, I know it was the lamest excuse but after bearing non-stop hitting of the most uncommon negative thoughts any human brain can inhabit in it..this was more like much needed life for me… ) now the point is.. After listening to him I actually went to rest room to make sure I have nothing of “negativity” left in me.. Because as per my reputation I can’t afford to risk my rapport by having even the “x -> 0″ where “x” is the counter part of my happy self… (x -> 0, remember Limits and Differentiation in pre-university courses.. My favorite part of calculus. ).. Now what made me write this blog was the curiosity that I dwelled in me about why would some one be sad or demotivated, if we can put it this way…

Once my dad told me “do your best and then improve your deliverable of the BEST and keep doing so”… he never mentioned to me about anything that would even remotely meant or sensed as “Failure”… believe me this is no Geeta Saar that I am reiterating here… where you don’t worry about the result…. You think you won’t worry about result??… You would… and if you don’t.. Then you are not the one to read this blog …. On serious notes, all my dad wanted to tell me was…. Once you are done with effort for the current cycle.. Make sure you find some area of improvement and then work to fill that gap… now imagine an effort that falls at wrong place and unlike Lord Krishna or The Arjuna.. You do worry about Result.. What would a failed attempt educe in you… two possible emotions… (as they were for me till I focused on the last one only)

• Why me…?? And exaggerating this to “Oh Almighty, why me.. Why only me.. Why again.. I am such a @#$@3 @#$@”
• Ok!! Lets deal now… (no.. I am not exaggerating this one.. This is mine ok!!!!!!! And I am, ummm ummm, a narcissist.. )

Why would I tell you all this.. And why would I expect you to go further reading this whole.. I don’t know.. May be you need to just see that when one can deal with any CALAMITY… OMG.. What  a huge huge word.. Ok .. Lets keep it plain.. See friend, my point is when you have a possible (even if chances are far lesser than worth the thought) roadway to tackle tough times then why not give it a try… after all someone said once “When you have lost everything you are free to do anything”… See I am no preacher who has figured out the True meaning of life and nor do I want to be a saint in the Himalayas of India… all I want is to tell you.. That never ever get yourself in the black-hole of “Why me??” syndrome.. WHY??? I am not sharing the gyan that I have assembled mediating in deep resonance of my thoughts and mind.. No way.. I better booze during the meditation time.. That anyways keep me in complete resonance with my thoughts and motions … Its very basic involuntary action of human body that the moment you see the failure, you ask “why” and this why can be then added to “me..again..and etc..” and then….

From one why me.. We can recollect so many of such instances which would only staunched any possibility of hope.. From one failure, you better believe me, we all have the talent to dig out many more such failures…that’s the universal law of addition which would never fail… and while I truly believe in “Secret” that one creates one’s universe by one’s thought…I admit its not really as easy as said…but surely worth the try…so after keying in so much… all I request to everyone is to see the positive side of all the things… and if not succeeding then at least keep trying… nothing is impossible in this world where we watch Surrogate and claim that its very much in near future… Agreed that toughest thing to control is your thoughts but imagine the game if you learn how to steer through the race court of your life canvas…

And finally jumping to first two line of this blog… I still need a reason worth enough to be SAD… a bad interview, a broken relationship, a lost job, blah blah would never be a reason.. As life extends beyond all such things… just keep yourself in right mode and keep cleaning the mirage of corrupt thoughts… and you will be there at the right place on the right time…

Like my Prof said to all of us.. “May God be with you”

Cheers

Loku

PS: you really need not look for a rationale of me blogging.. It’s a exercise I do to keep myself contained…

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Finally, like all things, our GiMBA comes to an end.. Or at least approaching an end… and Gosh!! Are we happy?  No not really… Sad? No ways… Frustrated?? Ah com’on we already were…Excited? Wtf, who calls it excitement when you have 100 prints of your resume in your hand and posting them like advertising your features for a newly opened JOB market and certainly as a paid advertisement…argh..then what is that we are feeling… Are we witnessing the intimate spree of execution? Hahaha, very well said Loku, well at least many of us would have someone or the other on our shoot at sight list and no surprises a few names will be repeating with bold and strikethrough font… Nostalgia? Well…. very obvious that’s the by product of any college life so nothing olympian about it also…then WHAT?? Why the clock’s tick tick is educing an anxious ado today.. Yeah I know, this Saturday it will all end.. And it was always destined to end some day.. I knew it would come…

A day when I would catch the flight again back to India, and perhaps, never to see some faces again in my life… about whom we bitched… with whom we laughed.. With whom we cursed some authorities… with whom we spend nights talking about dreams, girls, boozes, and any thing that has no sane connection to any living body on earth.. With whom we fought.. With whom we said “tu to mera bhai h, tere liye jaan bhi kurbaan” and “arre ruk ja.. Wo junior teri bhabhi h.. Aise na dekh.. Bhai ki family h…” and “saala seniors ka maal dekha..” and never to forget.. “4 can freeze mein daal de bhai.. Aaj exam phod ke aaya hu…” and for some special guys.. I will dedicate a complete blog….

Well the point is.. What is GiMBA going through when the clock signals the last of a beautiful year.. Let me reiterate here.. That if none then at least PLACOM will be remembered for the longest time until the haunting memories faint away or we are absorbed in the daily ups and downs of THE life…

I know the mettle GDEC08 contains… and I know 5 years down the line many of us will be making some headlines in some newspaper.. Punjab Kesari for example, of Delhi times page 3, or Aaj Tak .. Well sorry aaj tak was a little too much.. But the gist is I know we may have to wait but we WILL get to what we have been longing for in our hearts… and what has GiMBA returned to us in lieu of our sweat, our sleepless nights, our Online Streaming of Movies, Facebook, Mafia, Farm Villae and others small efforts like scoring grades, studying.. Or networking.. Well  for me GiMBA gave …..

A lot of memories that will give me a reason for a large scotch in nostalgia, many friends that will always appear in my forward mailing list, a MATURED friend who made my life hell (I swear, he fu**ed my brain out…), a sweet baby panda friend (Though she is generally high on her notes and ABSURD in her reasoning and Disgusting in choice of YELLOW color.. But still she is very dear to me), nice roomies.. (though Anirban was always interested in Rajeev, Anda manani never loved anything other then his bed and warm little eggs he was hatching most of the times, Shayam.. OMG!! I cant make the content of this blog look ADULT.. But he surely was.. hehe.. An all time FOE for any item that runs on electricity, Pants that would go down as soon as he would enter the room… coffee mug that smells like spoiled flesh.. And blah blah…), and blah blah… the list goes lonnnnnnnnng …….

Just waiting for things to come to an end.. So that I may actually feel what I want to feel.. The Nostalgia of GiMBA..

Cheers

Loku

PS: Spark, the best thing happened to me, I guess .. And some girls I could never talk to.. I know that’s their best take away from GiMBA..

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Ten months back, I never knew we have something like 4 AM in the morning… it always used to be 7 AM or any hour after it and thinking of any hour before 4 O’clock was like solving the P = NP problem. So I generally used to pity my brain. Though at some time (read the time of our Project Delivery) we used to stay long hours but never did we touch this figure of 4 AM. The other day, I happened to watch the TED talk about this 4 AM and man, I was just flabbergasted with the facts that guy presented there.  And he just inspired me to write something on this 4AM story.So lets begin first time I happened to witness the 4AM in GiMBA. It dated back to probably the first day at GiMBA after landing on the clean and serene soil of Singapore, the first day when I realized that I was a part of the herd which had long lost its sense of direction and was dwindling with “where to go” surviving motto or “what’s next” discussions. A Hope that was working as ventilator for almost all Placement eligible guys and a Search of tunnel with some light at the end (our Prof. said one day we all would find that… I again emphasize the word .. one day) Well the search still continues for many of us and some seems to have found it, but nevertheless the reason for the First 4AM was the excitement of being away from the daily morning meeting at office and knowing the batch mates with whom we would live our one year of insanity.

After that day I hardly remember 4AM having any relevance or significance as it might have without us all being in MBA training. 4AM was all about getting a cold Coffee or hot, lemon Tea, Red Bull, or any sane liquid which can drip down the throat (read it as most sought after drink for students and as we would say it always… chilled cold beer). And not to forget, 4AM always served as benchmark for all kind of excuses as well… I will sleep at 4AM, lets watch the movie first… we will start the assignment at 4, lets go for a walk… we will study at 4AM, lets watch youtube…I will get up at 4 to read the case, let me sleep…we will stop at 4, lets get one more round of beers…we will go out for smoke at 4, lets smoke in room now… and the most amazing one…shucks its 4 and I am hungry, where is the Maggi da… and its the 4AM.

So in short the 4AM was the marking figure for many in its vivid explanations.

Loku

PS: Trin trin.. Mobile rings at midnight.. Your girlfriend…Lets talk no honey.. And you keep talking until its 4AM and then .. Oh shuks.. Lets sleep we have to go office/college etc etc… and the boy… Thank God.. She sleeps… .. Why doesn’t she realize all this on time…

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So here it starts, the first campus interview for me. Well as the word would have it, I am excited… nervous..?? Naah.. Never actually heard this word.. Close to 10 months here with GiMBA this was perhaps the first word to find it exodus from my life.. Yups anxiety can find its presence by its sheer virtue of meaning. Though I stand confident with every step I put forward, but as chrysalis would grow to be a butterfly… its wandering motions make me a little anxious… and while I prepare myself for the best guard possible, the battlefield seems to be a new place… specially after some three years of inhabitation in a comfort zone… and the best part… it took me well over 30 minutes to explain to my mom about the profile I have applied… because she till the last moment was trying to see some C++, JAVA, or in short some sort of software building in this profile.. And explaining her that all I am trying is a switch was I hope a futile attempt… Rightly said.. Moms.. They have their own thinking mechanism and you better never dare to counter argue.. As they always know the best and the right.. Haha.. That’s mom for you…

Well I took this break to help myself understand about what I have always heard from the people who claim to have wisdom-tooth that the only thing MBA does to you is to escort you nearer to what you really want to do in life.. And this realization of “really want” is the only gift one will get out of MBA… rest, we all know has always been on-job learning.. Yeah if you wish to count the decline in sleeping hours and increment in consumption of caffeine then yes these are two more stats to keep in calculations.. (I am ignoring the Liquor part as that’s obvious) ..

All in all, my experience of The First has not been so great to boast about and this time I am expecting to break this jinx.. Whether I succeed or not will depend on Singapore’s like or dislike towards me.. Because I am definitely going to give whatever I have…sounds like desperation.. No!!! Its not.. Its determination.. hehe… how easy it is to lie to yourself and create a mirage of belief.. Thanks to all philosophic reading I do.. But truly.. Being positive is certainly an achievement which I am literally proud of.. And bet you me.. This is indeed the toughest challenge one can throw on oneself.. I have seen people breaking their Laptop chargers and shouting on someone  whom they believe is present somewhere.. Well this blog is no gyan else I would have keyed in some 1000 more words on this topic… but abstinence from the evil for the time being is the best alternative..

So guys.. Keep your finger crossed until I share the news.. Good or else.. Whatever that is..

Love you all

Loku

PS: to shave and to iron clothes.. Yuppa nothing can ever be as painful as these tasks…  and by the way.. Dil bole Hadippa.. Don’t watch.. But do listen to songs.. I have been doing the same for last 3 days and the more I listen the more I want to.. And to height… each and every track seems easy on ear drums..

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To all Readers,

This is to bring into your notice that i have successfully changed the back-end CMS for my blog.. but am still working on migrating my previous blogs to this blog.. it may take time given the fact.. I am a MBA student and life is certainly very tightly packed here.. WTF!!! sorry.. kidding.. let me repeat again …it may take time given the fact i need to write a little php script which i am a little bit lethargic to do now..

And important point for you all is to please

Update the RSS for my blog as i have changed the feed address.. please point your Feeder to new address which you can find on the right hand side of the blog page..

So fellows.. happy reading and happy commenting…

Love you all

Loku

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This is welcome post to the new Avatar of Blogginhours.com… It will give me the much needed freedom to play with looks and text that i was unable to perform.

I will keep doing the good work.. you worry not.

Loku

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