Weekend roundup!

Again, I disappeared. I know! Now not the trip or anything, but the exams and also a bit of surprising shocking news.

On 11^th April, one hysterical group ran into me on the street announcing my Dean’s award as very inspiring personality (in other terms all round award which I did not believe till I received). I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or delighted. In the end, I just managed to nod my head, smile, make appropriate noises, and escape to the safety.click here for details.

Anyways that was the reason and also these days my tight schedule fitted in a movie every evening mostly Bollywood masala.After watching sooooo much of drama, now let me recollect the famous dialogue of Bollywood “Mere paas maa hai”. This movie probably set new standards in Indian cinema and elevated mortal beings into superstardom. The ’70s were all that Bollywood could offer in terms of originality, innovation and pleasure. Apart from the occasional gem, a majority of the movies made in Bollywood today are worthless pieces of stool.

Simple formula that all Bollywood movies follow nowadays:

A meets B.

Falls in love with B.

A thinks life is all roses and unicorns. Sings a song or two.

But, oh no! What’s this? B is in love with C! How unexpected!

A is shattered. Depressed. Sings a song or two.

C, meanwhile, is a jerk and does something inhuman, untrustworthy.

B loses faith in C. B is depressed. Blames self for misfortune. Sings a song or two.

A swoops in like a knight in shining armor. Consoles B.

B falls in love with A. All is fine, sing a song or two.

Optional (for violence): C and A have a fight.

If A and C are men, you have a strong romantic movie filled with songs, drama and action. If A and C are women, you have a spicy, romantic chick flick.

The unchanging storyline for any movie worth its salt to pass inspection. Package the formula with a college theme, a superhero theme, a gangster theme, and just about any goddamn theme – you get one crappy movie after another.

If not this, re-hashing successful old movies with more masala and lesser clothes and disgusting lyrics to excite more hapless people. Blatant over-the-top acting with too much drama and too many emotions and too many movements of the eyebrows. Now comes the actors with some two to three hits in their pocket engaging themselves into silly publicity stunts, those who sell their souls to be on a reality show and those who sell their bodies to get featured in a newspaper – we have all kinds of lunatics in this business.

Well, I still love Bollywood! This is the only ridiculous substance that keeps me awake all night.

PS: Perverts, I heard u! Well, not for that certainly!

Credits: Nikhil

Destination Deutschland !

August, 2012

That was the last week in India. I was kind of running around for visa, last minute shopping and loads of farewells. People are getting little emotional while few people are envying. Not to say that I was little discontent leaving the comfort zone yet I have a profound dream and clear ambition in life. I guess this is one big chance to prove my stance and my talent.Probably a pass for new life too.

After a heavy emotional farewell, I was finally aboard. It felt so rosy and so peaceful. Serene it was. I was just that utter magical silence. No love. No hard friendships. No hauntings and no spying. Just no relations. This time I could feel old me and purest form of me. Heart clearly instructing on the ambition and mind totally focused. 8 hours of journey also did not tire me. Probably at that time I haven’t had any idea what is ahead me in few hours.

Dutcheland : Land of beauty and city of my dreams, Could not think anything except jaw-dropping at the sky scrapers.  They looked promised too in hiring me in  few months. Well.. That was not a hell lot of a dream but I wish it is the nearest reality. 

Single girl...60 kgs luggage... new city and the language as the main barrier; took an elaborate 3 hours to find my house and settle.

Then the reality struck. Dreams lightly got shaded and needs are craving to be fulfilled. After a 5 days of not so easy struggle, finally found an Indian couple on one of the shuttling trains I take to university who readily help me with rest of things.

Day one in the university: 200+ students … average GMAT score 670... Students from 57 different nations on a single platform and realising how special we are to be admitted – just an awesome feeling. Coping up with the best has now become one of the KRA’s as my track record helped me waive off my masters Prep semester (A semester which has to be taken by people with GMAT below the average and also for students with non-business background). I guess my stars are really bright and I was one of those 3 students who won the scholarship for the semester.

After a series of episodes, I finally managed to settle great with all formalities in place. Excellent infrastructure and superb global exposure and most importantly a great place to be. 

Sessions began and I get to know few Indians are around the campus and I hurried to catch up with them and I get to know everyone lives in my student hostel only … And amazing part is they r the students of IIM –A, B, C . Few students from NUS and AIM . I could feel the pride running in my limbs saying that I share a classroom with the best Indian managers.

This is a place where you are valued special for what you are ; probably more than  the dad’s princess and the king’s queen. Over all… I am loving it… nice people, new life and new stories and new world.

“It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.”

Probably one of the best places where you can see the sun set and fog fall on the river Rhine and a clear peace of no guilt living! I miss no one and I wish to have not many too. 

Await the next post.. Am on a roll to tour around the Europe :D