The title says it all. I fear I have been a bit busy the last week or two. What with the last minute packing, and moving...I did not find time in between. And now that my course has begun, I have just begun to realise that maybe an MBA is not completely easy after all! :-)
Anyway, I promised to review a tamil movie..and so I shall.
Mr. Madras is a tamil movie starring Prabhu. What can I say about this movie? Bad. That does not describe the absolute disastor this movie was. With a plotline that got more ridiculous every minute, to insipid acting, and poor directing, this movie has nothing going for it. The movie was so bad that it seemed like one of Einstein's laws. It was so bad, that it was good coming backwards! :)
Well, that is done. Now what about my MBA? Well, I have finally joined IIT Kharagpur, VGSOM. After spending a week, what are my first imressions? Firstly, the rooms. They were a pleasant surprise. Big...fairly airy, and very neat. Of course, after 1 week of me...not so neat now!
Next comes my batch. So far, I have been OK with everyone. But for forgetting their names, and being forced to ask people for their names for the third and fourth time! Nobody has hit me on the head for it so far...and I hope that I have passed that dangerous phase now.
How about work? There is tonnes of it here. Sufficient that I find it tough to find time in a 24 hour day to do all I want to do. Actually, I have not yet managed to do that...even if I lose sleep and try to do everything at once. I guess all managers have to learn time management!
So, here is hoping this is going to be the first of many posts from here.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Long time due update
Pure laziness prevented me from updating this...although I must admit that I did not even notice the amount of time that had passed.
Recent events have sort of blurred out the impact of earlier ones. The bombings in Mumbai for one! I find myself unable to even comprehend the need to destroy that those fellows had (Other words comes to mind, but this blog is still PG!). I wish that I could now believe in the fiery hells just to put those characters in it.
Anyway, to move on to brighter things and days. I have given my account of the train journey, and following that...nothing! Well, that was not because nothing happened! I went to Manali for a few days...the highlight of which undoubtadly was the paragliding. Did I mention before that I am terrified of heights? If I did not, consider it said now! But I have to admit, if I got the chance to do it again, I would. The only thing was that I was strapped to this other chap, who did all the guiding of the chute...I would like to know how to do that someday!
But that is moving ahead of my story. Some great philosopher (probably a chinese dude) said something about a journey being the destination. By the time my journey from Delhi to Manali had finished, I would have given that guy a real piece of my mind. Our journey started from Gurgaon, where my sister had thoughtfully prebooked from the net, tickets from this swanky looking website of South Delhi Travels (R)(tm). Looked real professional, those guys did. Had this big building type thing in the front, and funky looking buses too. Well, we finally reached their office (for the 4 p.m bus) at about 3:30, and saw this hole in the building, which was a one room thing, which was their entire operation!
However, that was not why we came. After all we were going to be travelling, not sitting in a silly room. And when the bus arrived (at 4:00 sharp), we were appropriately impressed. It was this sky blue, and looked BIG. Then we (family) got in, and saw that there were only about 6 passengers, which included us. And then found that the seats were temperemental. Some of them had movable backrests. Others, well they did not. And for a 17 hour (from guidebook) journey, these things are important. Anyway, since there were only 6 of us, we sort of switched until we found working seats, with the bus conductor telling us that we could not switch after this. "Why not?", I thought to myself. After all, this bus seats 35, and there are only 9 of us, including the driver.
Well, I found out soon enough. We started off at about 4:05, and as we hit Rajpath, we picked up another 5-6 victims...err passengers. At about 4:30, the air conditioning decided that it would give up for the present. In Delhi, this is not good thing. Consider that the temp (in the shade) at 5:00pm was 41.5 Celcius. And we were parked in the sun, with no airflow allowed. Within 10 minutes, it felt like that torture thing the Foreign legion were supposed to be fond of. Soon, the bus started again, and we thought that he is either going to get it fixed, or put us on new bus. But no! The man has quite some gall. He continues to next pick up point and picks up more bakras...sorry passengers. After a couple of stops, a critical mass was reached, and we told him to either fix the AC or let us off, returning our money in the bargain. So he finally stopped, and by some miracle, got the damned thing fixed.
"Finally!", I thought to myself, "We can head out to Manali." But our conductor was still unsatisfied. He had only about 15 guys now, and the bus seats 35. So we wandered around Delhi, until we got 35. It felt somewhat odd, when I passed Kashmir Gate for the third time. The highway was right there, but our man had a quest to complete.
We finally filled the bus at 8:00 p.m, before which I was treated to Delhi Darshan! I dont think we missed any part of South Delhi, and most of the historical monuments as well! So our journey, which was to last 17 hours, took almost 23. We reached Manali at about 2:30 the next day.
I shall not describe the 12:30 stop for supper at this Dhabha, or the lights failing soon after, which also necessitated brief stops. Those were par for this course.
However, I did end up feeling sorry for the conductor towards the end of the trip. He had quite a sleepless night (so did I)...the AC which was now working too well, had a vent which was broken, and therefore I could not shut off the cold air. And I mean COLD! But we were discussing the conductor...not my lack of sleep. So anyway, the conductor decides to get some much needed sleep, by spreading charpoy and getting some much needed shut eye. By this time were on the mountain roads in Himachal. There was this little girl who I guess did not like it...and to cut a long story short, our poor conductor now had puke all over his pant legs. He did not even receive much sympathy from the other passengers as he stalked off muttering (probably) Punjabi curses at the unfairness of life.
So that was a not so brief description of the journey from Delhi to Manali. The only good thing I found about it was the absence of the almost inevitable movie on coach...the TV was not working on the bus! :)
Coming up in future posts: Daryaganj Book Market. Review of NO ENTRY. And of a couple of Tamil movies as well, including that all time hit, Mr. Madras.
So see you again, same bat time, same...oh sorry, wrong channel!
Recent events have sort of blurred out the impact of earlier ones. The bombings in Mumbai for one! I find myself unable to even comprehend the need to destroy that those fellows had (Other words comes to mind, but this blog is still PG!). I wish that I could now believe in the fiery hells just to put those characters in it.
Anyway, to move on to brighter things and days. I have given my account of the train journey, and following that...nothing! Well, that was not because nothing happened! I went to Manali for a few days...the highlight of which undoubtadly was the paragliding. Did I mention before that I am terrified of heights? If I did not, consider it said now! But I have to admit, if I got the chance to do it again, I would. The only thing was that I was strapped to this other chap, who did all the guiding of the chute...I would like to know how to do that someday!
But that is moving ahead of my story. Some great philosopher (probably a chinese dude) said something about a journey being the destination. By the time my journey from Delhi to Manali had finished, I would have given that guy a real piece of my mind. Our journey started from Gurgaon, where my sister had thoughtfully prebooked from the net, tickets from this swanky looking website of South Delhi Travels (R)(tm). Looked real professional, those guys did. Had this big building type thing in the front, and funky looking buses too. Well, we finally reached their office (for the 4 p.m bus) at about 3:30, and saw this hole in the building, which was a one room thing, which was their entire operation!
However, that was not why we came. After all we were going to be travelling, not sitting in a silly room. And when the bus arrived (at 4:00 sharp), we were appropriately impressed. It was this sky blue, and looked BIG. Then we (family) got in, and saw that there were only about 6 passengers, which included us. And then found that the seats were temperemental. Some of them had movable backrests. Others, well they did not. And for a 17 hour (from guidebook) journey, these things are important. Anyway, since there were only 6 of us, we sort of switched until we found working seats, with the bus conductor telling us that we could not switch after this. "Why not?", I thought to myself. After all, this bus seats 35, and there are only 9 of us, including the driver.
Well, I found out soon enough. We started off at about 4:05, and as we hit Rajpath, we picked up another 5-6 victims...err passengers. At about 4:30, the air conditioning decided that it would give up for the present. In Delhi, this is not good thing. Consider that the temp (in the shade) at 5:00pm was 41.5 Celcius. And we were parked in the sun, with no airflow allowed. Within 10 minutes, it felt like that torture thing the Foreign legion were supposed to be fond of. Soon, the bus started again, and we thought that he is either going to get it fixed, or put us on new bus. But no! The man has quite some gall. He continues to next pick up point and picks up more bakras...sorry passengers. After a couple of stops, a critical mass was reached, and we told him to either fix the AC or let us off, returning our money in the bargain. So he finally stopped, and by some miracle, got the damned thing fixed.
"Finally!", I thought to myself, "We can head out to Manali." But our conductor was still unsatisfied. He had only about 15 guys now, and the bus seats 35. So we wandered around Delhi, until we got 35. It felt somewhat odd, when I passed Kashmir Gate for the third time. The highway was right there, but our man had a quest to complete.
We finally filled the bus at 8:00 p.m, before which I was treated to Delhi Darshan! I dont think we missed any part of South Delhi, and most of the historical monuments as well! So our journey, which was to last 17 hours, took almost 23. We reached Manali at about 2:30 the next day.
I shall not describe the 12:30 stop for supper at this Dhabha, or the lights failing soon after, which also necessitated brief stops. Those were par for this course.
However, I did end up feeling sorry for the conductor towards the end of the trip. He had quite a sleepless night (so did I)...the AC which was now working too well, had a vent which was broken, and therefore I could not shut off the cold air. And I mean COLD! But we were discussing the conductor...not my lack of sleep. So anyway, the conductor decides to get some much needed sleep, by spreading charpoy and getting some much needed shut eye. By this time were on the mountain roads in Himachal. There was this little girl who I guess did not like it...and to cut a long story short, our poor conductor now had puke all over his pant legs. He did not even receive much sympathy from the other passengers as he stalked off muttering (probably) Punjabi curses at the unfairness of life.
So that was a not so brief description of the journey from Delhi to Manali. The only good thing I found about it was the absence of the almost inevitable movie on coach...the TV was not working on the bus! :)
Coming up in future posts: Daryaganj Book Market. Review of NO ENTRY. And of a couple of Tamil movies as well, including that all time hit, Mr. Madras.
So see you again, same bat time, same...oh sorry, wrong channel!
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