Me and XIMB

My dear darling blog
I know I am updating you after a long time. I am sorry. It is just that today I come before you and I hope that someday when I read this blog post again, wonder where the hell did I go wrong(again!!).
I will give you a glimpse of how a normal day @ XIMB is.
You get up anywhere b/w 6.30 to 7.30 of course depends on when you sleep the day before.
You brush your teeth, rush into bath, choose your dress for the day and then leave (with your bag) for the mess.
Have breakfast – well I learnt how to eat idly & vadai with a spoon. Isn’t that great? (I mean it is fairly simple. You just have to subtly cut the little white blob on your plate, let the white watery chutney wash it down, then pick it up, dip it in sambaar and put it into your mouth. Repeat same process for vadai until done.)
Then run to class. This is where I sleep or answer or stay pro-active or even listen depending on the kinda class that happens. Earlier we used to have a break after lunch so that was used to refresh ourselves for the evening classes and beyond!! But (yaar kannu pattucho) athuvum pochu. 5-6 hrs classes.. theliyavechu theliyavechu odhaikaranga..
Atha vida koduma is the mess ka khana khazana.. Half cooked or not even cooked lady’s finger, mushroom, soya and god knows there s one more vegetable whose seeds pop in your mouth. So after class you are tired. You either browse or do an assignment or prepare for a quiz or attend committee meetings or take an X-Walk or talk to your loved ones, skype em, or think of an initiative or plainly pull over your blanket and sleep. There are guest lectures, festivals, business formals and a lot of nice guys (well a l’l desperate too but you can’t blame them for that now can u? :P)
Life here is sure different. Made me think, made me wonder. But I ponder one thing constantly.
What is it that I want and How far am I willing to go get it?
(BTW the song ondra renda from kakka kakka is playing in the background!!)

Sleep my worries Away!!

Okie I am feeling a l’l weird today. Probably because I am not the heroine of the day. Well maybe.. maybe not. I am a l’l critical today, so if my tone reflects the same do mind.

It all started on Friday, 12th of August. Had loads of laughter after a funny dig at erm.. well you-know-who s and returned back to the room. Slowly ppl started leaving home.. one by one. The corridor was almost empty. Just me and my opposite aathukara…

You see in times like these you feel like having a person close. Someone you can authoritatively call up and tell them hey I am feeling so down, do talk to me’. Or anybody you can yell at or even flirt coyly with. Nobody.. a barren feeling that
starts from your heart, wrenches your gut and leaves you feeling weird..

So I decided to do something about it. (Okie I am procrastinating and I am not going to anything about it! ) I decided to sleep my worries away.. So that’s what I am going to do now. Pull my banket over and shut the rest of the world out. Good Night l’l darling.















And baby Get over it!!

The Magic Mirror

The Magic Mirror

Once upon a time in a land far, far away,
There lived a peasant named (Bibhatsu) Bi
He was intelligent and he was kind
He helped so much that he stayed in everybody’s mind.

An intense famine drove them out of their village, but Bi was never scared.
He pulled his friends (young and old) and everybody that he cared.

They reached the nearby land that was ruled by a wise and a just king.
He had a beautiful daughter on whose hand there was no (wedding) ring.
But she had a wonderful treasure that was far beyond the world
She had a magic mirror, each day a new story unfurled.

This mirror can scan the air, water and land to find anything she held dear;
And the king wanted to marry off his daughter to anybody who can thwart the magic mirror.
A lot of contestants tried their luck; they flew so high and swam so deep.
But none could fool the magic mirror; they became a part of the failed heap.

Thus entered our hero, braving the nature’ spite.
The fate that had befallen, has led him to this respite.
He went to the court to meet the king and tell him his tale of woe,
But cupid intervened; he saw the princess and immediately fell in love.

The princess had the same feeling too, something she did not show,
She longed for him to win and marry him somehow.

So Bi accepted the challenge and asked for three days time.
In case he fails within that, he chose to resign (to his fate).
Thought and thought was all he did, for times so long and hard
Until the idea stuck him, so forcefully he fell on his back.

Three days later the princess checked the mirror; she searched and searched in vain.
He was neither on land, nor in the air, nor in water; Oh! What a joy she gained.

Two days later he emerged victorious, the king married them off with great pomp and joy
Bi became the king, princess became the queen and all his friends sang ahoy.

Where did you go? – The young bride cooed,
How did you manage a really challenging feat?
To which he beamed at her and replied
Darling, I was right under your feet.

My Twelve Commandments!!

The following are the things that I Learnt (in the order that I learnt them)

1. Guys look real cute when they are in formals. (We had this TT on the way back to Chennai, and man he was real cute. But he was so immune to our(me and my friend's) charms – didn’t even glance our way) he he it is learning thought is it not? okie serious now!

2. It is important to love yourself. It is only from this love does the best of decisions spring from.

3. It is not just enough to love yourself but also understand there are certain misgivings that make us who we are.

4. Be confident and stay confident. I have spent half my life thinking what others would think about me only to realize they don’t spend much time doing that.

5. I have also lost as many opportunities because of the above option because I fail to be myself. I have lost as much fun.

6. Communication is everything. Don’t let people fool you otherwise. It is good if you are a nice person and all that but it is better if you can learn to communicate well.

7. Keep those emotions in check.

8. Don’t fall for a guy because he is cute. He might just be the kind of person you might not want in your life.

9. Call up friends as often as you can. Cause if you don’t they are bound to forget you and trust me you wouldn’t like it one bit.

10. Don’t worry about l’l things in life. It is just not worth it.

11. It is your decisions that matter a lot. Nothing more.
It is not our abilities that make us who we are, it is our choices

12. Finally, it is up here (in your mind) you picture that you can do it then you can. You picture that you cannot do it then you just might be right!!

Back To School!! Pack my Wits & Confidence & Open-mindness & attitude & intellect ... Well you get the idea!!

I quit my job!

yup you heard me right. I quit my well paying, safe/secure cubicle with great people, lovely team and wonderful opportunities job.. (Darn it, is that where I was working?!!)

I quit because I am going back to school again - a business school this time!!

Xavier's Institute of Management, Bhubaneswar called me for an interview for their PGDM course. I was too excited. Gave in my interview but they kinda waitlisted me.

Gave a couple of other interviews as well (XLRI sent me a interview letter yay!! yay!! yay!! - okie so I blew it - cause I was a bit too nervous for their taste. Apparantly my charm button was switched off!! Period.)

And I thought it was the end of another drought season for me - third time lucky huh, who ever thought of stuff like that??

(here I have to spin a l'l flashback - I ll make it quick.

wrote CAT 2008/XAT 2009- scored 93 missed out on a lot of b schools. wrote CAT2009/XAT 2010 - screwed up both. wrote CAT2010/XAT2011 - cat screwed me[and that was darn painful mind you] but XAT saved me. so here I am attending interviews for 5 clgs and they all waitlisted me)

I received a promotion so i thought ok Let me be a nice gal and not hate my job, my lead, my team, my neighbours, my floor, my restroom (they sense your emergencies and run outta water!!), I receive a mail that says (play the pianos and give the angels the cue pls,
la,la la la la )

Dear Vinithra Sivaraman

blaha blah blah blah - YOU ARE ADMITTED - blah blah blah blah!!

so here I am. packing my bags to get to XimB!!
I am going to pursue my PGDM in HRM - a core HR specialization :P

Yay yay yay!!!
Thank You dear God! and to my sis (she incepted the mba idea into my brain) & to my mom (for accepting that her daughter is a l'l crazy in the head, i am guessing my dad always knew that truth.)

and btw I will be jobless for the nxt one year+ so guys be nice to me!!! :P :P

A long Day!

It certainly was a long day.. Didnt start that way though! I can still hear the voice, the message!
Why does it pain more? Wish I was around to hold you so close that nobody would hurt you , - ever. Nothing bad would befall you..
Save you from the rest of the world and keep you happy.
Funny how I always thought you were more responsible and how things turned out a couple of weeks back.

I do not know why but I cried!!

After all these years I realized one important thing – it is easier to gain wait. But it is hell a lot tougher to get it off.. thing is it adds up some calories at a time without you even realizing it. I mean you cant say no if the oriya guy comes back from his hometown carrying small curvy burfis whose fluffy white is calling out your name.
Nor can you ignore those cute round pedas that fit into your hands like they are made to be held and savored.
Throw in a milk cake here (happy birthday ji) or a Kaju kathli there (I have a son jo karega mera naam roushan) you just cant get rid of them. Some people are really kind. They bring two dabbas of pure ghee, high fat, incontrollable stuff like ladoos, kala jamuns, rasgullas, govas even Jangris and Jalebis. But nothing takes the cake like kaesar peda. I mean they are soft, there is a lovely, mild yet overpowering orangish yellow with a slice of badam playing hide and seek amidst that sweety richness – you can only wish you are born a kesar peda next birth J
Okie I am not a big enemy of all the savouries either. If the time is 5.45 pm and you are hungry (or not) you can silently make your way to the chat section where the north Indian chat guy teaches us national integrity – I eat all. Be it aloo chat(too much of big plump aloo still paisa vasool huh?) or dahi paapdi, dahi samosae J or samosa chenna, or just a mixed chat (for people who want everything in life… well almost!!)
When I wake up next morning and my favorite dress doesn’t fit me in a lotta places I am aghast!! How can I get so fat? Man I am so not going to eat anything sweet/oily today. I sit in my cubicle when I get a mail –
“Chocolates from US at my desk. Pls help yourself.
P.S – our onsite manager has sent in Ferrero Roschers just for our team“
Dress? What dress?