IIM

For people like me ( I don't if there are many!) failure means a renewed license to dream again.

The food of the Gods

I write this in sinful delight. Anyone who puts their feet across the threshold of either Churchgate or the VT station in Mumbai and has an hour to spend MUST visit Theobroma! Tucked right at the end of the Colaba Causeway, its a quaint Parsi Bakery with the most yummy-licious food. My platter today with my sister consisted of a Roasted Chicken Sandwich- served with sizzlies french fries and a delicious tomato-preparation (kind of a sauce!), a dark chocolate pastry which offered absolutely no resistance to either the fork or the tongue before disappearing, Cappuchino and Iced Tea. Though all this did set us back by around 250 rupees, I think its money well spent! After Theobroma means - Food for the God(esse)s!

These days am busy researching on the laptop we ought to buy as per Dad's order. Its now down to HP Pavilion Dv6100 or Dell Inspiron XPS M1210 Notebook and as I review further the Toshiba A100 too seems to be offering a similar deal. And before am done with these self-imposed holidays, I also have to take with me a few 'good' movies to the hostel. Now good is a pretty subjective term. While to me AFI's 100 seems to be good enough, roomies would rather have either a full blown comedy, romantic comedy or something just droolingly romantic. Now, the other specifications also include that the above films too have be 'recommended'. However, as atleast I am totally jobless both before and after 9:30, I am taking a sizeable collection. So if there are any recommendation, please feel free to leave a comment! Adios ...and yea!

Happy Republic Day! :-)

Of the days gone by....

It has been long. Fingers feel rusty, I can hear clunky noises inside my head while it figures how to string together words and make sure its meaningful. But then, so many things, quite meaningless in themselves seem to have happened. Or rather as I see it, nothing has 'happened' which could get me to the keyboard and make me feel like putting it down. Even the post below seems jingoistic now that the exam season is over. MBA dreams for now are over. I'll pick them up in some time with renewed vigour while I try and find what to do with the status quo.

The final semester of the final year is here. Some 150 odd days remain. 150 odd days to while away. People all around me have so many things planned out. Couples are outdoing themselves in spending time with each other. Friends getting together and planning wacky trips - We are off to Goa!! Yuhooo! Bunking classes for the heck of it. Sitting in the room watching movies and the whole series of FRIENDS - all over again!Canteen seems all weird. It almost reminds one of the first year, when you entered the Canteen and found barely a few known faces!

Renesa - our college newsletter is the only bright spot in my drab life here. So once a month I still get to channelise all the energy and get to work with something I enjoy. It is the only thing in this college I have let myself get attached to. People, places, events etc. all lost their charm mid-way somewhere. It is satisfying to watch it grow into something you envisioned initially. And sometimes it scares me to realise that if things don't work out the way they ought to, it might dwindle away into oblivion like other committees. Then there are other times when someone comes upto you and says that they enjoyed the last issue and you send up a prayer wishing for the clan of such people to increase!

And yea...I'll back soon now! :-)