Mujhe change nahi chahiye....

Last weekend chuchu made me think when he said “jishu yaar, tu badal gaya hai” and believe me this is not the first time I heard such comments from my close ones. I discounted his comment with some trivial abuses….
We argued over some of my inherent ‘qualities’ like my weakness towards alcohol, love for chicken, chain-smoking ability( hope my mom doesn’t read this),hatred towards education system, loosing sleep when India loses a match,my indisciplined life, habit of mocking & abusing everybody with elan, befriending with anybody I come across and ofc “committed hona hain kabhi, yeh soch ke fatti hain” and tried to justify my stance.
His rationale was very tangible and the reasons he gave me were realistic. For a guy who has started reading ET & stopped (better say reduced) gazing over bikini clad models and film actors, news related to page3 infidelity giving way to major M&A’s &economic crisis,love for Kolkata and soft corner towards bongs, advertisements on youtube instead of hot clips on the internet, visiting malls not with the sole purpose of checking out the hottest chick available ,going to a shopper’s shop store not only to check out the latest trends and best bargains but also to see the price and positioning of different brands drove him crazy(believe me, I was not pretending… yeh sab hone laga hai mere saath …apne aap) but the biggest shock of his life came when I said ki mere ko traditional ladkiyaan acchi lagne lagi hai(I was some shots of vodka down, but still…. I said that!!!)
As the drinking marathon went on, diverse topics were discussed….politics, sports, HIT, dosti, ladki,daru, sutta,grass ,TCS, my ‘accha baccha wala’ image at IIFT….and old memories were tampered…how the “recession” screwed up buffalo’s love making ambitions,how Korhia humiliated us(or probably raped us emotionally) ,chuchu’s so-called affairs with munni,the disjusting trio of our department,the faculty members who were always on their feet to screw my ass,the seniors, me(and korhia’s)crush towards Payal at the same time and how I never had the balls to talk to Miss Majumdar and Bidisha and Sneha and the hot Bio-Tech girls and the junior girls(not even a single time in 4years!!)
……..but we talked about something we never did before…. Sala life me aage kya karna hai???Both of us have been happy-go-lucky guys not worrying much about stuffs lekin yeh kutti zindagi ne hame bhi badal diya…. Paise kamane hai,responsibilities leni hai,life me aage badhna hai, thokna hai(sorry shaadi karna hai…being politically correct)… dosti-yaari, aiyashi ,yeh sab kuch kam ho jaega as we start a new lease of life trying to conquer our undiscovered ambitions……
Cheers
Jishu

what is my internship all about??

And after all the drama circumscribing Chiluka dozing off in the office and me showing it to the entire IIFT‘09 fraternity, we had to pack our bags (not as punishment but a part of our internship)and move our asses out of Delhi….
So, my trip to Chandigarh had begun….
I was more worried about the heat factor than it being a new place for me…. I thought “dost to bann hi jaenge, bas ek baar baith k daru peene ki der hai”..
Dearest Malhariji met me in the bus-stand and we roamed around all the sectors looking for a PG. Money was the last thing that mattered to me, I was more concerned whether my land lord/lady is lenient enough to allow SUTTA and daru (ofc)..luckily I found one retired air-force officer’s house who asks me to come down and drink with him someday(meri chandi)..
Then came some nice moments… I was wandering in the sector 35B market (unicon has its office there), when I heard someone calling my name, it was Dhruv Bhola(my mentor)…we talked about everything except the internship and next day we went to Jalandhar and some unpronouceable places in Punjab… the 10 hours we spent that day extended my friend list to INFINITY+1.
On Wednesday, I went to the Chandigarh office for the first time and I found that the only guy working diligently was the one who offers tea/coffee/samosa/etc (this guy even reads the ET!!)…while everybody is busy discussing IPL,politics,etc etc... Dhruv’s most FAQ is always “kaafi der ho gaya hai, sutta marne chale?” and I luved it ;)
Next day, we travelled to Kurukshetra ,Karnal, Panipat and Ambala… too much of driving…. But I learned some nuances of a sales job..how to deal with your business partners(a jargon of brokerage industry, it basically means a distributer), to understand their problems and make a smiling face(always)  Dhruv’s favourite question while driving is always “yaar ek cigg jalao mere liye, aur ha(pause) apne liye bhi”
That was basically the last working day for me, after that my mentor has kept himself too much busy(no worder he is the Asst. VP and heads the entire north zone; he works his ass out)
So, what have I been doing for the last 5 days??hmm, sleeping, playing cricket, watching cricket, smoking as I have never smoked previously(I will reduce;promise),drinking,roaming around this lovely city(lekin akele, don’t be jealous),eating lots of delicious food,reading books,watching movies,calling on all my friends and even talking with my parents for 10-15 mins everyday(just to pass time) …
And ya, inspite of this busy lifestyle of mine, I forgot to wish my sister on her birthday(it happened for the 23rd time :P)…..
“ALL PLAY AND NO WORK IS MAKING ME A DULL BOY”- is it or is it not? pata nahi , dekhte hain..

Cheers
jishu

ek soch..

A complete farzi engineer and a aadha farzi MBA... thats what I have become ... I always think- "Is classroom study that important or am I incapable of understanding anything from what is being taught in so-called formal educational institutions?". will i be able to force my next generation to "educate themselves in schools and colleges when i have not learnt anything ??".
Well, the mystery is still unsolved.
Still, the desire(no parential/peer pressure) to make myself saleable in the market made me prepare for MBA... and I made sure I sneak into IIFT,Delhi... :D

19th march,2009 was a day of mixed feelings..... First, I was responsible for Annihilators lose a match(I scored a 0 and gave 28runs in 1 over), which gave me an abominable feel the entire evening....and the next was a result which iift.edu published showing my name on the list of successful candidates.....
and the first thing i did was STARTED COUNTING THE NUMBER OF GIRLS WHO HAVE ALSO QUALIFIED!!!!!!!
The infamous faltu of the batch made it to one of the premier B-schools was the talk to entire batch...
12th april,2010, my first day at Unicon, we were seated infront of the receptionist’s desk, aur meri nazar padi entry door ka bagal k finger print detecter pe(receptionist was not preety)… which meant that its difficult to bunk… how can I lend my finger to somebody for a proxy??
The guy who interviewed me came minutes later and we started talking on diverse topics which started from the profiles we got to girlfriends to daru to hobbies(somehow I couldn’t make him understand that drinking is my hobby).
Then the BOSS, the country head Biz. Dev. @ Unicon(he is an Alumni of IIFT) met us and we had a nice KT session…. Somehow I was impressed by what he said over the next 2 hours….”the stuffs you guys learn at B-School are theoretical and are not realistic enough for a business to survive… an individual who can’t manage people ,can’t mingle with the clients… can’t survive in the industry”

For once I felt that our wavelengths match.


To be contd………………………

and the count is 365

3rd feb'09, maddu called me up and wished me best of luck...
3rd feb'10, maddu called me up and asked "party kaha karni hain?"
Its a nice feeling when things go according to your plan.I always wanted to do a MBA after graduating and maddu was the only guy whom I knew @ IIFT...
The last 365 days have been emotional,exciting,challenging and kaafi kuch... good and bad...
29th april'09, sitting in the jetty and drinking gallons of daru made the entire "matal patti" cry like anything.... maybe the alcohol did its job... I have never seen boys cry like this in my life... "boys do cry... was what I inferred"... never in life did John Denver made me so much dukhi as he did at that time...
Farewell followed on the 30th night and the formal notification came"get ur asses out of here"... not able to realize the ramifications of parting with my friends, I made 'paja' my life support..
Bubai dada's marriage on 4th May mediated some effects.... shaadi was fun.. met all my cousins,had smokes,got drunk with a new company, flurted with gals...
30th june, I came to delhi and the new chapter begins......
made new friends, got contrasting roomies,started adjusting(well I am good at that)and a new life begins....
7 months @ IIFT have been nice to me.... there have been times which have been tough and times where its been awesome...
The lead character of the faltu4 got another break but in a gang called the 'family' by his peers. Its fun being with these 3....although the time we spend is very different from what I had in college(dined together at veg restaurants!!, wasted money in multiplexes,went to movies with gals!!!!!!!!, celebrate b'days eating cakes,entered some girl's room at 3am!!)...

I know my alma mater from HIT won't be able to digest alcohol after reading this post.... may be I have changed for the better or reacted like what the situation demanded...
may be life requires you to play certain characters sometimes.... and its all about adjustments and compromises....

cheers

jishu

I am what I am....

"I am not this introspective but for some days my friends have been very complaining about my attitude..... so I just decieded to pen down a few thoughts..."

I was born premature and most of my close ones feel I am immature. :(
My mom says I am not well-behaved and my dad says I am enigmatic...
Nothing influences me and nobody inspires me..
That always leads me to believe that nobody is wrong and empathy is the best medicine to mediate indifferences.

My parents have always been annoyed with my "i dont't give a damm attitude", my casual lifestyle and my propensity to indulge in so-called antisocial activities.

I still remember the moments when I said to my mom "marriage is a bad investment, live-together is better,there are no liabilities",
when she got hold of my personal diaries and slambooks, knew everything I indulged into in college and i responded 'how dare you peek into my personal stuffs',
when she caught me red-handed smoking a cigarette and I said blatantly said 'don't intervene into my life'

She cried that entire night in silence and I failed to understand how she felt.
She always complain what a bad mother she has been and it has been inadequacy on her part that I have turned into such a human being.....

When I retrospect things,I don't feel justified....
Is it a crime not to follow something which is believed to be a norm of the society?
Is it wrong to say something what my heart says?
Is is wrong to laugh when others cry?
Is it incorrect to lead a very indifferent and independent life with out worrying too much about what others think about you?
Is it really very important to be a part of the mass and follow what the society wants?

for once,i can't be game for this....

My friends have always asked me about my love life and why am I so ambiguous about fairer sex?..... but for once they can't understand that I am too complicated and it will take my 'someone special' a lot of understanding to comprehend me.....

cheers
jishu

23 long years....

As I turn 23 this Christmas eve, I am wondering….@@###%%.. Which year has turned me on the most??
Was it 2004 ,the year I turned 18, was eligible to smoke as per my mom (I asked her once when I was 8 “When shall I start smoking and the answer was – not before 18”)?
Was it 2007 ,the year I turned 21 and gained the legal right to lose my virginity??
Is it 2009, the year I became a ‘farzi’ B-TECH and got into IIFT,Delhi? and felt like being in love for the first time??

I have always taken my life as it came , never shown any pro-activeness….. no future planning of sorts…
Always been an average student at school.. the only child of working parents…. My life was pretty much independent till the time I stayed in Ranchi….
The defining moment came, when I moved to Haldia for my engineering…. And that has really changed my attitude , my perspective towards life……
For a guy who has always stayed alone since the age of 5, this was a different experience- ‘sharing things with people’….. I guess it was my upbringing that has taught me to adapt quickly and make friends super quickly….
I got my best buddies at college ,I got awesome roomies and we made sure rules @ college is not going to fuck our happiness, we are going to rule for the next 4 years and not worry much about what is in store for us in future…. We dealt in all types of acts in college which, if sanity prevailed can’t even be thought of….. Chetan Bhagat’s “5 point someone” will be subsumed if I deciede to pen down my experiences at college life….
Everything has got a negative side. Our rate of activities gathered pace and the propensity of befriending with gals decreased at an incremental rate. I still remember the words Ms Anindita Ghosal said “aamar theke dure thaak, aamar bhoye lage(let me translate this in English- stay away from me , I feel nervous being infront of a drunkard like you)”
Falling in love and having girlfriends in college was a not destined for me. This doesn’t mean I was averse to girls…. “Commitment” was always a tough term when it meant being in relationship with me….
Came 3rd year and I suddenly started thinking very seriously about my life…… I managed a few MBA aspirants in my “chill and cazz” college people… preparing for CAT did not mean we are short of enjoyment….but I made sure I balanced my padhaai likhai with my fun part….
And it was end of March’09 when IIFT let out its results and I was in …… my new journey had begun…. My stepping stone towards a so-called corporate life…
Sitting here in surat and thinking about my past, I would commit that P5-207 and its inmates have been my greatest influence in me…..even more than my parents…
Haldia Institute of Technology taught me how to survive even in the toughest of conditions…… dealing with strangest of people……

Cheers

Tanmoy..

don't worry......just be happy....

It's the first post that has not been penned by me, but still I am including it in my blog because of the message it conveys

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Don’t just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced,
successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means
ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.
There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There
is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if
your mind is full of tensions.


"Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a
marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no
point coming first. Same is with life where health and relationships are
the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your
life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of
being excited and alive, will start to die. ……………….


One thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. Life is
not meant to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are
like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last
another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to
get so worked up? …………….


It's ok, bunk a few classes, scoring low in couple of papers, goof up a few
interviews, take leave from work, fall in love, little fights with your
spouse. We are people, not programmed devices........."

"Don't be serious, be sincere."!!...........Chetan Bhagat