Recognising Beauty

Her eyes shine,

With a glint of hope,

A glint of happiness,

A glint of sweetness.

She has no despair,

No hint of sorrow.

She is free from pain,

Liberated from worldly bonds.

I love JLTs

I love JLTs. U find all sorts of ppl there. One who is there solely for the music. One who is there solely for the free beer. One who is there for the music and dance. One for the music and drinks. One for the music, drinks and dance. (Left out a few combinations that dont make sense....duh!)

Yet, ALL are there for having FUN- their version of it!

One who thinks that it's impossible to start shaking a leg without a few drinks warming the belly. Anoder who is a natural- not a drop of the flowing beer to dance till morning. One who closes her eyes and dances- in a trance. One wid eyes wide open to watch other people dance. One who watches other ppl who are watching other ppl dance..(confused huh? But that's how it is!). One who is head banging at every possible chance. One who wants clicks with the chicks on the dance floor. Anoder who simply enjoys being there from the sidelines with a drink in hand. One who announces for the dancing circle to become bigger and make space for him- unconscious reaction due to the drinks making him slightly lose control. Anoder who has completely lost control- is soon carried back to room. And anoder who knows he is fast losing control- he holds the walls and slides away from the nite.

One who talks by going close to anoder's ears on the pretext of loud volume. And one who shouts above the music to talk to anoder. One who makes his love proposal heard with the DJ's mike. Anoder who sings loudly as well while dancing- gets a sore throat the next day. And anoder who lip-syncs the songs while dancing to save the sore-throat torture. One who dances with every group. One who is limited to just a single group. One who begs for a chance to dance with a chick and the chick flees coz of the intensity of drunken smell. One whom many dudettes want to dance with inspite of him being intensely drunk. One who lights a cigarette and multi-shares it and leaves out puffs like a mini-chimney. One who stays away from the chimney yet dances in the fire of exhileration with the awesome beats.

One who is simply a dancing mirror image of another all through-out. And one who originates the next funky step for the dancing circle. There's yet anoder originator- who starts the train chain which travels through and around the dance floor.

One who dances but still is busy watching other ppl's dance. One who forgets about other ppl dancing and simply dances in the elixir of the moment. One who looks at the time and then leaves- brush karne ka time, (max) soney ka time, khaney ka time, padhney ka time vagera vagera maybe fixed for this person...or maybe simply to avoid sleep deprivation for the next day's activities. One who goes off for a drunken date- perfect time. One who goes on dancing till the wee morning hours till the 'Gemini' & 'Sutta' songs come on. One who joins in the mornin after coupla hours of sleep.

One who holds a glass of punch just to be seen as 'in'. One who has not even tasted punch since inception and does not feel 'not in'. One who raises the steam with the moves. One who raises the energy level with the sheer choreographic and energetic grooves. One who needs to be pulled to the floor by friends. One who can't stop the body from dancing when the music begins. One who is taken to heaven by the drinks. One who is grounded even when drunk.

I don't JLT (just like that) love JLTs- I love them coz it's human xtasy at its peak. it's xperiencing the whole gamut of high-spirited humanity. It's the elixir of life @ XIMB...:)

New Happenings

Disclaimer: This article is purely a work of entertainment, influenced by real life events in the author’s life. The author has no intention to hurt a single soul’s sensibilities. Any hurt that may occur is thus, purely coincidental and unintentional. The smiles/laughs/guffaws on your faces are intentional though.
PROF 1:
He is like a breathless parrot in a hurry to catch a flight. And he never seems tired speaking so fast. He should go in a speed talking competition where people talk about OS&D, Harvard and Wharton University, where he has an old friend called Prof ‘Dick’ who wrote our prescribed textbook. And yes, he has learnt lessons from the past. So he will not put up his PPTs on the intranet as he has assimilated, begged and borrowed some of the content from top companies’ executives whom he has trained and not trained, and from Profs around the world including Dick. Confidential and internal reports. That makes the slides pretty much sacred. The MBAs-to-be are gearing up to take vigorous notes. Most of them that is. I am too busy for that.:)
I, and most others for sure, were glad to know his views on evaluation. He does not believe much in the evaluation system. He says with gusto that when he was in the US, he had a grading system which graded his students in just 2 ways- ‘satisfactory’ or ‘unsatisfactory’. Had he had his way here, he would love to do the same here as well. But no, alas. I could sense a collective sigh.
He acknowledges Dick, IC and other Profs (including one from Japan) who helped him decide the course outline of 4-pages, which has been derived from the Wharton B-school’s Executive Education Program course outline of 36 pages. Hard work really, converting 36 pages to just 4- deciding which part to reject. At the outset, he clarifies that this course is meant for directors and senior level excecutives and not for entry-level, first-year students (aka idiots) like us. ‘Pedagogy’ is not what he believes in, so he calls it ‘Course Andragogy’. Wow, never before had we been acknowledged for being adult learners!
He is the first Prof ever who explained the reasons for his course study material being so thick. First, a Gold Medallist in Business Finance, then a PG in HR and then a PhD in advanced IS. That’s him. So, cutting across backgrounds, the articles and cases congregate for a grand academic get-together which looks healthily spiral-bound. The next thing he says is, ‘just get entertained by watching the slides’, like it was a screening of ‘3 idiots’. ‘And don’t take load for reading the material. If you have time from your busy schedule, then you read and come to class. It’ll make understanding much easier’. No, busy schedule never changes its ‘busy’ness. So, I mentally toss the spiral bound material in the top side rack of my room. ‘But’, he adds entertainingly, ’there is a wealth of info there. It starts from why OS&D to the end article which says ‘do we really need OS&D’ which brings the whole course to where it started.’ Wow. Had the poor fat material had a brain, it’d be in a serious identity crisis. ‘So where do I begin and end? Am I needed here?’ Poor fat material perched on the top side rack in my room....I feel pity for it already.
He fidgets with his half sweater as he rattles off with names and dates of publications of journals from which he had picked the articles and cases. Wow, this guy has a phenomenal memory. Finally, he removes his half sweater and puts it on the chair. He is tall and young by Prof standards. He is wearing a pink full shirt with black and purple stripes. He announces that every individual has a quota of asking one stupid question a day, which does not get carried forward. The MBAs-to-be laughed loudly, thinking matter-of-factly ‘Intelligence and us are inseparable. Whom are U kidding?’
Good. He knows he is a fast speaker. And he says, he always teaches in a relaxed manner. I add- with a talking speed of 150 words a minute. He admits that next class, he would speak double or triple times faster, and has high hopes for us to catch up. Woooooooo! Now that will be a roller coaster ride- words fly by U and U perch on them to have the ride of your life! But he down-to-earthly confesses that if we first year students (aka idiots) are able to catch up with at least 10% of what he would teach, it would be an achievement. And he didn’t say it to scare the MBAs-to-be. Anyway, they are idiots who are turning intelligent enough to never be scared of anything.
He really misses his US students who drank juice in class and makes a sign with his hands to show the size of the bottle. He makes us feel free to carry food into class but be like the ‘civilised’ US students who never made crunchy sounds with the snacks they got. Reminiscing Swami Vivekanand who said- “U cannot do religion with an empty stomach”, he does not chuckle when he alters it to- “U cannot study with an empty stomach”. A good physique is after all necessary to be a good leader, he proclaims.
“Any other questions?” he asks. Immediately he answers himself,” OK, no questions were asked in fact. So, any questions?” The MBAs-to-be who were making signs or managing to talk inspite of the roller coaster ride, sat signless and speechless. So, he opens his slides and starts teaching. On the third slide he says, "See, this is borrowed from a company representative". MBAs-to-be start taking notes madly. He won’t give his slides, remember? At one point, he cuts the air really deep to signal ‘in-depth’. He is generally happy with any answers students give- we are more responsive than the other sections, he excitedly observes. The class proceeds and towards the end we are to form project groups. He says- ‘Let U not blame me or your friends for your groups. So let’s blame destiny’. He makes us pick chits of numbers and tells a faff-Guru guy to write the group members’ names. The faff-Guru guy is tumultuously excited at the power suddenly unleashed upon him instead of the CR. While he busily unfolds destiny with MBAs-to-be surrounding him, the Prof adds- “Do put that in an excel and send it across to me.” Now that’s work. A little less than catching up with his breathless flight of words!!