Just a MBA ?

Its almost a year and I still cannot belive that I have completed my MBA. Seems yesterday that I was burning the midnight oil with my CAT-MAT and all the books equallying my pillow.
Not to miss reading the papers as I prepared to update my "Intelect" knowledge on the current topics for my GD.

Me and my freinds, still sailing with the MBA tag wonder how we managed to complete the course and actually managed to pass it? uh ? ? ? miracles do happen.
I found an interesting peice on MBA'ians (a need breed in the new world) which sarcastically told me that yes! I am a MBAian.

U have been MBA for long when....

1.You ask the waiter what the restaurant's 'core competencies'are.
2.You decide to "re-org" your family into a "team-based organization."
3.You refer to dating as test marketing.
4.You can spell "paradigm."
5.You actually know what a paradigm is.
6.You understand your airline's fare structure.
7.You write executive summaries on your love letters.
8.Your Valentine's Day cards have bullet points.
9.You think that it's actually efficient to write a ten page presentation with six other people you don't know.
10.You celebrate your wedding anniversary by conducting a performance review.
11.You believe you never have any problems in your life, just"issues"and"improvement opportunities".
12.You calculate your own personal cost of capital.
13.You explain to your bank manager that you prefer to think of Yourself as "highly leveraged" as opposed to "in debt".
14.You end every argument by saying "let's talk about this off-line".
15.You can explain to somebody the difference between"re-engineering","down-sizing", "right-sizing", and "firing people'sasses".
16.You actually believe your explanation in number 15.
17.You talk to the waiter about process flow when dinner arrives late.
18.You refer to your previous life as "my sunk cost."
19.You refer to your significant other as "my co-CEO."
20.You like both types of sandwiches: ham and turkey.
21.You start to feel sorry for Dilbert's boss.
22.You believe the best tables and graphs take an hour to comprehend.
23.You account for your tuition as a capital expenditure instead of An expense.
24.You insist that you do some more market research before you do Your spouse produces another child.
25.At your last family reunion, you wanted to have an emergency Meeting about their brand equity.
26.Your "deliverable" for Sunday evening is clean laundry and paidbills.
27.You use the term "value-added" without falling down laughing.
28.You ask the car salesman if the car comes with a whiteboard andInternet connection.
29.You give constructive feedback to your dog.

Just a minute..

Its 3.50 pm and i am stealing a few minutes for myself to write this blog.

Hi ! just a minute before i give my reasons, rather excuses for not attending to my blog, to be honest, i had forgotten totally about it until yesterday. Reasons, many.

The whole transition from India to USA is not doing any good to me. My sleep, my hunger, my mind, my soul, myself, is worse than the whirlpool. I am more living a zombie life currently, hoping that i will get adjusted soon to this new sun and moon (which i dont see much these days).

Getting back to the point, my current mantra has been "just a minute" starting from the early hours till i drop back on my bed! crazy, it seems, but i am living it!!

Tring tring , rings the phone in the morning from a guest room in my hotel. Its my friend trying to wake me up before we run late to the office. "just a minute, ill be up" comes my reply, trying real hard to set my foot down on the ice cold carpet. The heater does no good.

I repeat the same words to the Taxi fella who comes to pick us up, rushing down the two floors catching my breath as I dump my file and folders into the back seat.

I repeat the same words again and again, running around the office, trying to make my way in the still unfamiliar floor. Every cubicle and corner looks same to my eyes and I try hard to figure out my way but keep running into the wrong people.

All my phone calls get the same message while I try to transfer the calls or pull out the details. My friends don’t stand a better chance as I try to navigate through my monitor.

The evening drowns quickly as the minutes tick by, but I am still loyal to “just a minute”. And my night , much awaited comes too fast while I try hard to make sense out of the book I am reading,courtesy to my manager.

Oh!!!! My taxi has come says the sweet voice over the phone and I repeat it umpteenth time , hey…. “just a minute”…


majja maadi

just a note...

as i take my new strides towards a new journey, a few words resonate in my mind. just wanted to add them to my blog so that i could pick a few line after a-while










"TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference."


----- Rudyard Kipling


majja maadi

I missed you....

I missed you when I had no shoulders to lean on,
And I was left all alone.
I missed you when the fortunes ran dry.
And I had nothing to do but cry.

I missed you when I was climbing a hill,
And I realized I was running out of will.
I missed you when nothing went right,
And I was left all alone to fight.

I missed you when I was the only one in the rug,
And there was no one to give me a hug.
I missed you when I heard your favorite song,
And you were not there to dance along.

I missed you when the sunset by the beach,
And I realized that you are too far to reach.
I missed you when it rained,
And only I know how much it pained.

I missed you when I went near the sea shore,
Felt you were somewhere nearby, oh I am so sure!
I missed you when I went out for the morning walk,
Through the woods, alone and no one to talk.

I missed you, oh how much I missed you,
All these things I could not tell you.
Now when I am ready to leave, I shall ask
Did you miss me too?

just another night...

It is 2 at night, and I am still blinking my active mind off. I guess, being up late night had become a part of me from the past few months. I try hard not to think and call a truce for the hard day I had. But in vain…

While at it, i thought I could think on why we fall into such habits. Not a bad thought, specially at this hour!!!

A disciplined way of living naturally asks for forming of different habits. A habit, formed, practiced and lived over a period of time becomes our norm of existence. We unconsciously grow with it and never realize its unique association with our daily life. We continue to live with it.

A particular way or a system of living that has been identified as useful by that individual and is accepted by the mind to be incorporated into the personal discipline of living can function only when that system becomes habitual behaviour. New systems become a part of the competence of the individual only when they have become habitual behaviour.

Of course, it is left to the individual to decide whether formation of that particular habit and its continuous performance leads to success and effectiveness.an evaluation of the of a habitual behaviour by the individual will result in the mind taking further decision on whether the habitual action should continue as a part of the personal discipline.

This may be responsible for identifying or creating new systems; or rejecting an existing system;or replacing any of the systems. Hence, many of our systems and habits compliment each other and continue to live together for continuous performance.

But it is for us to understand that the creation of the systems that are incorporated into the discipline of living and the forming of the habitual behaviour to make these systems continue to function successfully and effectively.

And, with these few thoughts it seems like my disciplined self is ready to close the chapter for the day. Maybe I will have an evaluation to see the relevance of this behaviour in my life tomorrow ….maybe…maybe not!

majja maadi

just a scroll

Comes 2006, and the muggle in me decided to resolve to yet another new resolution this year!!! Maybe I am over thrilled with the success of last year’s resolutions or maybe not. Whatever, I still resolve to religiously write my blog for this year.

My reasons to write the blog are several. The prime one being to keep people updated with I-ME-MYSELF.

The second on the list being the humble reason to save the papyrus misuse. I often feel that I was using too much of this valuable resource and it was often tiresome to bundle up and put some order into my painfully penned thoughts.

The third without doubt will be to record my uncommon thoughts on the common things. These random thoughts flash at the most unearthly hours and pushing them back into the pillow is not me and nor do i have the heart to do so.

Fourth, let me say that my handwriting does not help others in comprehending much of what is written. Owing to the sincere eligibility of the wordpad, let me make the strokes.

Fifth, I must admit that I am enchanted to know that most of the fellow bloggers share the same insane drive to key down the thoughts. So, why not push the drive towards a need ?

uh-oh,
To mention why I call it a scroll, its plain simple. In olden days, people used the parchment and quill for writing. This parchment was rolled carefully and donned with a decorative case. Since I would not be using any of the above mentioned, I fancy calling my blog as a scroll.

Readers note that my blog contains my exclusive thoughts, which are solely mine and I take the deemed poetic license to subject my property to any errors, courtesy: my sole bliss.

majja maadi