Two killer incidents and here I am again..

Tea break.. and Gosh!! I love it so much after 1.5 hours of grueling session of fiddling my brain muscles with Payables, Purchasing and other of those Oracle Financials which are giving Larry Ellison a tough time in managing the cash he is dealing with.. I am really thinking of giving him a helping hand.. You bet.. back to Tea time.. I have this weird habit of picking as many mugs of coffee as I possibly can.. have turned big time into Caffeine addict.. and once i have my mug.. I need a place to rest my coccyx and the flesh that surrounds it.. Thats butts for people who haven’t figured out yet.. So while amorously sipping my elixir, this cute girl of our batch..happened to come over and sat beside me.. and as most of you would know.. I being a very shy person.. I didn’t not at look her.. and was patriotically enjoying mother earth.. and BANG!!! the lady wore Purple Sandals.. WTF.. who wears them.. A girl.. D.A. (Dumb Ass).. yeah yeah.. I know.. but Purple.. com’on are you so not sane to wear them.. No we indeed are (that’s the feminine side of argument) .. I mean.. there are so many good colors.. why this purple one.. and that too.. a bright.. killing your pupil entering through Iris and leaving your entire retina burnt beyond repair.. leaving a unforgettable trail of hatred for this purple color that everytime you look at brinjal.. you say.. NO.. Amma.. no brinjal in this house any more.. I have been Purple Sandalized for ever.. Well off course she must have her reason for putting them on.. which I believe was.. a white purple striped Tee.. But this all bring me to a haunting future of entering with my girl in a footwear shop.. and coming out feeling like accompanied by Rainbow bags.. which would have virtually all possible colors found on earth beautifully or say disgustingly painted..drafted.. whatever.. on some footwear.. and then terrorizing the entire nerve network of my Color-Recognition mechanism.. While I will most certainly fail to understand the rationality of such MATCHING, girls, in general, would always deny explaining the logic.. which I believe is a blessing in disguise for me.. or so I hope..

Excuse me.. I need to say a few words.. Blah Blah Blah.. and Oh Yeah.. I am a IIM-L grad.. WHAT!!! why the fuck you need to tell me that.. I mean.. tell all of us that.. it was like the shortest introduction.. “Hello, My name is XXX and I graduated from IIM-L..that’s it and that’s all..” ok.. Its one of the most disgusting thing I have recently noticed in not one but so many of IIM pass outs.. Their introduction starts and ends with IIM.. as if all they know is confined to these three letters.. IIM.. and then my opinion about them too resonates and confine to three letters.. ASS!!.. Not that there is any thing wrong in mentioning the degree for which a million people will kill you… but on the name this holy earth.. STOP.. when you must.. They say.. the moment baby is out of mothers womb.. it flutters for its own identity.. But no.. some gentlemen.. (I hate to use this word) would very annoyingly forget that the moment they are out.. they need to cut the placenta they were feeding themselves upon, during the gestation of their MBA.. and now need to create their own identity using IIM tag.. and not to USE IIM as their identity.. I have all the respect for IIM for the stature they have and those people who are doing the best to mankind after making it through IIMs.. but these few bunch of people.. ridicule me like a guy who very proudly wears same pair of socks everyday and never shy from removing his shoe showing the most stinking socks which have by then turned into darkest yellow and have possibly developed some fungus over them.. and then he says.. oh shit!! somebody here is smelling like a filth box.. YEAH.. some one is.. and its YOU..

Before I hit the publish button.. Let me again say.. That IIMs are the most wonderful thing happened to my country and please don’t spoil it.. and I must mention again that I respect this place.. and being a Business Graduate myself.. I know how an aspirant MBA look at them.. So.. lets simply not dilute the name..

Cheers

Loku

PS: Lately my bangalore friend has been complaining of diluted essence of my blog.. for which I am really thankful to him.. (For telling me) .. I am working on it.. but a rusty blogger generally gets trapped in I just need to blog state.. and looks like I am certainly fettered in this emotion..

Tags: General, Gyan, IIM Brag, Purple Sandal