MY SILENT REBELLION
Professors had once told....Life outiside the well prtected walls of GIM is gonna be tough...
Well how right they were...
Life outside GIM is FRIGGING TOUGH...
What an Irony...here at my house, i have a bike at my disposal...let alone a bike...I have a whole car at my beck and call...with a tankful of petrol in it...
But imagine me taking the beauty out for my customary 3 am ride/drive...My parents won't exactly be amused...
Like a Junkie denied his fix...I was pacing our pitch dark apartment when I was caught by mom and given a nice lecture :(
Not allowed to go on drives when its not even 3 am....I mean parents can be really unreasonable sometimes I tell you...
And because there is no Fidalgo...so there is no Paneer Chilli Croissant...no Chicken Burger and no Cheese Grilled sandwich...
Midnight hunger simply drove me into a tizzy and I raided the fridge at 3 30 am...
Now my fridge is more hi tech than the stealth bomber...so it has this ultramodern system where a yellow bulb lights up the innards the moment u open the door....and in the process flooding the pitch dark house with yellow light...light strong enough to wake up folks...
I had come to the fridge in the hopes of stealing a pastry...but instead daant se hi mera pet bhar gaya... !!!
No 3 am biking...no 4 am pastry...I am on teh verge of complete rebellion aginst such tyranny over here...
But like all MBAs....I have wisened up and learnt from past experiences.
my silent rebellion has happened. Today, I have stocked my room with non peroshable goodies like Chakli and Cheeselings. I will soon add a pound of grapes and a bottle of Mountain Dew to my cache and I will be sorted for the night...
I hope to survive outside GIM to go and join my company!!
@ Mayur Nayak, thanks on ur views and comments...but there is no need to quote the whole post. Just delete everything and keep whatever u wanna quote in the quoted code and post. This will save server spae and leave more room on the page too 😃
End terms ahead....
14 days for the term to get over..
and we will be half MBAs..
Its strange to think that exactly a year back.. we were waiting eagerly for the results and start our MBA life..
and now 9 months have passed..we completing first yr....
time flies really fast....
have had many memorable moments of anger, love, hatred, laughter... which will stay with me forever..
thnx to all the people who made the stay here easy... and more thanx to those who made it difficult..
:)
With less than 12 hours left for the last exams of 1st year to start.... there are many thoughts running in my head. I can visualize each day spent at GIM. Time literally flies...... when I see the door of my room, I feel like it was yesterday only I stepped in the room for the first time on 16th June, with a lot of apprehensions in my mind. The fear of being away from home, fear of getting up at 9 AM all by myself, the fear of living with a person whom i have never met in the same room, working with people who I have never met. But the beauty of this place is in no time a bond is developed between its inmates.
The last 9 months at GIM have been no less than a roller coaster ride... from in numerous mid-night trips to Fidalgo to pulling all nighters to complete assignments, from getting completely sloshed at RAZZMATAZZ parties to attending class 12 hours back to back. From falling 20 feet into a small stream of water under a bridge to driving bike @ 110 kmph on Causeway.
Organizing WIZBIZ and free riding in all the assignments in the first 2 months of this term to celebrating jobs with batch mates.
From losing some good friends to finding some awesome friends.... having 2 AM sutta meetings, discussing future and life at insane hours, sleeping in class to doing Desperate CP.
This probably will be my last post from the room called OT6 and the last post as PGP-1.
I would like to thank all the people who supported me during this awesome 9 months of being a PGP-1.
I dunno if this post is legal....
4. Nitiksh "Bouncer" Srivastav FOR helping me survive TATA CAPITAL and risking his own life to protect me from becoming "Jha Squash" in the Mumbai Locals II Class Compartments:oops:.
Thanks jha for listening to all my bakar in those locals. Mumbai would not hv been the same widout u. thanks for teaching me how to survive mumbai.
The moment has come. My flight leaves in another 2hrs and my journey has come to an end.From 19th june'08 to 27th march'10, it was a journey full of rewards and memories. Met some of the finest people, work at some of the most non-human hours, saw over 60 sunrises, went on some of the craziest trips, did some stupid stuff and in the end even cried when things did not go as planned.
Today there are only 12 people on IP. The OT is empty with rooms locked(Something has has never happened). The parking lot has more cars than bikes and Aunty maria was empty. I think the end is here and the batch of 2010 is now a history.
Writing for the last time from OT-10 (the Sofia and brainvista HQ)
Nitiksh
I may no longer OFFICIALLY be a student of GIM...but TECHNICALLY I still am!!
You might try to figure out the meaning of the above line and you will realise you have just came face to face with the ultimate weapon of a GIMite...."GLOBAAAAAAAAL" !!!
Anyway, I put this post to recount an experience that I had in Mumbai exclusively because of pagalguy and GIM.
After two long years of being online friends I managed to meet Jazz Sachit aka Sachit Arora.
Now you will ask how is that important??
Well Sachit and I started out as arch enemies on pagalguy. There was a huge fight on GIM ADMISSIONS 2008 thread where I was on the selected list and Sachit was on the waitlist and he wanted details about the waitlist number and a few of us came out defending the college.
It was a total mess!!
But what started out as a enmity developed into a friendship when Sachit tried out for GIM again next year and we got back in touch after he PMed me for one of my posts!! Since then we have been gerat friends...
Sachit eventually made it to NMIMS and yesterday I managed to meet him in Vile Parle...and he treated me to the most awesome Punjabi Chicken Fry I had ever had in my life!!
Sachit, though not fat from any angle...is on a weight loss spree and refused to eat the final two peices..which I had to polish off that too after two tandoori rotis and also a Huge Mocha shake sometime back.....while I was narrating hiim the stories told by our awesome Industrial Sales faculty Prof Kuruvilla!!
It was one hell of an evening where we shared our MBA lives with each other...and the reason i am putting this post is to show...that a foe I made before joining GIM...is now a friend...and thus many things which I got due to GIM...will stay with me for life.
i will keep spamming this thread 😃
I may no longer OFFICIALLY be a student of GIM...but TECHNICALLY I still am!!
Sachit eventually made it to NMIMS and yesterday I managed to meet him in Vile Parle...and he treated me to the most awesome Punjabi Chicken Fry I had ever had in my life!!
i will keep spamming this thread :)
Hey Abhishek.....
It has always been great to read your posts.......
I have my office in Vile Parle (where i have spend most of me last 3 years life), just in front of the Sahara Star hotel.
It would be really nice to meet you, if you like.........
(Although my GIM campaign ended disastarously, could not even reach for GD n PI, but would always be happy to be a part of the GIM via my soul)......
I may no longer OFFICIALLY be a student of GIM...but TECHNICALLY I still am!!
Sachit eventually made it to NMIMS and yesterday I managed to meet him in Vile Parle...and he treated me to the most awesome Punjabi Chicken Fry I had ever had in my life!!
i will keep spamming this thread :)
Hey Abhishek.....
It has always been great to read your posts.......
I have my office in Vile Parle (where i have spend most of me last 3 years life), just in front of the Sahara Star hotel.
It would be really nice to meet you, if you like.........
(Although my GIM campaign ended disastarously, could not even reach for GD n PI, but would always be happy to be a part of the GIM..... via my soul)......
........... double post
From today on... am starting a series.
Most memorable moments @ GIM...they will be from everywhere. Acedemics, Clubworks, Athletics everywhere..
Memorable Moment No 1
Venue - Airconditioned G5 Class Room
We had a very very learned visiting faculty for a particular subject. He had extensive experience in the industry and was one of the best guys to have taught our batch.
Now the problem with visiting faculty is that...for no fault of theirs, they have to take 3-3 or sometimes 4-4 classes a day...and the shift after lunch is the most dangerous when drwosyness and sleep comes to you from the blind side and before you know it...you just shut down like a laptop untouched for 2 minutes!!
So there I was ...fighting a losing battle against sleep...and soon..I lost it!! I was gone...into the fathomless downward spiral of sweet sleep...
only to be woken up by his shouts...U WERE SLEEPING!! OH MY GOD U WERE SLEEPING IN MY CLASS!!!
Now the guy had a point...sleeping in class does not directly amount to any class disturbance but it does manage to insult the faculty enough to leave him livid...
So I hung my head in shame and did not reply anything. What could I say..I had been caught red handed!!
But then he made his mistake..He asked me to repeat what he had said in the last five minutes...for he knew I was as likely to answer the question as the chair I was sitting on...
But it wasnt so...
Before I had fallen into teh gutter of sleep, I knew He had begun on an anecdote from the business world, wherein a smart entrepreneur did something unique.
and it was so unique that It was published in Business Week...which I had read.
So I recounted the same story...which obviously matched with what he had been saying all this while when I was away meeting friends in dreamland!!
The guy was now even more furious having had me nailed n then me getting off the hook....so he issued a warning of throwing anyone who slept, outta the course!!
Moral of the Story - From Placements point of view, and from Sleepy CP point of vie, Reading Business Magazines is very important!!
hey severous snape ......beautifully narrated incident.......
GIM Diaries - episode 2
They say MBAs run after money...
wrong...MBAs are too lazy to run after anything...
They are so lazy that if their room was on fire while they are watching a movie, they will not move thier bums unless their lappie shuts down due to high ambient heat !!
Under these circumstances, one of our professors found a unique but painful way to make sure evryone came prepared with the case to the class...
He ordered every group to be prepared with a PPT on the given case every single time...
Once the class began...he would ask if any individual would like to volunteer to present their work...
This was just a formality because all these wily MBAs would do their probability analysis, not volunteer and leave the decision to fate...
And thus...would begin the Russian Roullette of randomly choosing who would present...
Scene 1
Sir - Mr Kanishk...whats the time in ur laptop?
Kanishk - Sir 12:17...
Sir - Roll No 17....You are ONNNN!!!
Scene 2
Sir - Gimme two numbers within 10
Student - Sir 4 and 5..
Sir - 5th student in the fourth row...you are ONN... (Fatt gayee)
Scene 3
Sir - Open Excel
Student - Yes sir
Sir - (rolls the mouse randomly for ten seconds)...Where is the cursor?
Student - Sir Cell P 32
Sir - 3 PLUS 2 = 5...Roll number 5..ure Onnnn....
Roll No 5 - Sir I got caught yesterday also
Sir - Ok so u give me a number....
Roll No 5 - Sir 3...
Sir - Roll no 53...YOU ARE ONNNNN!!
Roll No 53 is absent
Sir - Ok...5+3= 8...roll no 8...ure onn.... (Roll No 9 rises slower than dosa batter)
They say MBAs run after money...
wrong...MBAs are too lazy to run after anything...
They are so lazy that if their room was on fire while they are watching a movie, they will not move thier bums unless their lappie shuts down due to high ambient heat !!
Under these circumstances, one of our professors found a unique but painful way to make sure evryone came prepared with the case to the class...
He ordered every group to be prepared with a PPT on the given case every single time...
Once the class began...he would ask if any individual would like to volunteer to present their work...
This was just a formality because all these wily MBAs would do their probability analysis, not volunteer and leave the decision to fate...
And thus...would begin the Russian Roullette of randomly choosing who would present...
Scene 1
Sir - Mr Kanishk...whats the time in ur laptop?
Kanishk - Sir 12:17...
Sir - Roll No 17....You are ONNNN!!!
Scene 2
Sir - Gimme two numbers within 10
Student - Sir 4 and 5..
Sir - 5th student in the fourth row...you are ONN... (Fatt gayee)
Scene 3
Sir - Open Excel
Student - Yes sir
Sir - (rolls the mouse randomly for ten seconds)...Where is the cursor?
Student - Sir Cell P 32
Sir - 3 PLUS 2 = 5...Roll number 5..ure Onnnn....
Roll No 5 - Sir I got caught yesterday also
Sir - Ok so u give me a number....
Roll No 5 - Sir 3...
Sir - Roll no 53...YOU ARE ONNNNN!!
Roll No 53 is absent
Sir - Ok...5+3= 8...roll no 8...ure onn.... (Roll No 9 rises slower than dosa batter)
u forgot to mention.. 17 was kanishka himself
Most of the details are incorrect to hide the identity of the victims 😃
GIM Diaries - episode 2
Scene 1
Sir - Mr Kanishk...whats the time in ur laptop?
Kanishk - Sir 12:17...
Sir - Roll No 17....You are ONNNN!!!
Scene 2
Sir - Gimme two numbers within 10
Student - Sir 4 and 5..
Sir - 5th student in the fourth row...you are ONN... (Fatt gayee)
Scene 3
Sir - Open Excel
Student - Yes sir
Sir - (rolls the mouse randomly for ten seconds)...Where is the cursor?
Student - Sir Cell P 32
Sir - 3 PLUS 2 = 5...Roll number 5..ure Onnnn....
Roll No 5 - Sir I got caught yesterday also
Sir - Ok so u give me a number....
Roll No 5 - Sir 3...
Sir - Roll no 53...YOU ARE ONNNNN!!
Roll No 53 is absent
Sir - Ok...5+3= 8...roll no 8...ure onn.... (Roll No 9 rises slower than dosa batter)
Well i was one of those excel victims,
sir- Miss Marathe, please open an excel sheet
Awanti - Yes sir, its open
Sir- Scroll randomly
Awanti- doing sir
Sir- Stop, tell me the row and col
Awant- 5th row and 5th col
Sir- Group 5, 5th student of that group, u r ONNNN
Me (cursing my luck)- Yes sir
Wat happened after that is a GIM legend
The presentation was on "Sexual harrasment" and it was prepared by my team and I was a free-rider for this one. I had not even seen the ppt and there i was, abt to present a 14 slide presentation on sexual harrasment.
Slide 1: i went for keywords, "empathy, courage, law, society and hope"
on these 5 words i spoke watever came to my mind for 2mins and the presentation ended. 14 slides and 2 mins, probably the quickest presentation ever.
and after that something happened which shud remain classified:biggrin:
GIM Diaries - BRUSH WITH THE LAW
GIM students have such personality u see...that the world takes notice!!
But only when you rumble through the town of Panjim in 5 different motorbikes at 3 am in the night...the Goa Law enforcement wakes up and takes notice..
It was the occassion of MECCA JCC Dinner.
It was a day of great celebration as the five of the MECCA senior core committee members had finally managed to select 5 Junior Core Committee members to run one of the most prestegious Student bodies of GIM...MECCA - The marketing Club... without much bloodshed...I am not sure if Anushree managed to break Shruti's bones in the argument...cos I was busy trying to strangle shrikanth!!
So the five of us and the Five newly selected juniors went out on the Traditional JCC dinner...
While coming back, we were caught by the ubiquous Goa police.
I was sitting behind Aarti Mallya on her Activa... and Mumbai bred Aarti Mallya can speak Konkani like she has never ever stepped out of Goa in her life....so she spouted a friendly line or two to the cop, and it was enough to convince him that we were no chor daku or terrorists....and we were waved off...
But Ashwin was not that lucky...because he was sitting behind Srikanth...whose knowledge of Konkani was as good as his Portuguese...which is to say...no existant!!
Cop - Thammb thammb ...
Sriki - (Stops)
Cop - License...
Sriki - (Shows the license....which actually instead of being a real license is nothing but a LAMINATED COLOUR XEROX COPY of his license)
Cop - No...show me the real license...
Sriki - This IS the license...
Cop - No no...I want the real one...this is Xerox...
Sriki - No sir...this is NOT A XEROX...
Cop - But how can that be...there is no hologram no stamp...
Sriki - Sir, but this is how we get it in Tamilnadu !!!
Cop - Ooooh....U from tamilnadu? and where is the bike from?
Sriki - Sir...err...tamilnadu only!!
Cop - Ohh...I see...Your numberplate is damaged...there will be a fine for it...
Sriki (Senti onnn) - Sir we are students...we dont have money (Only money for 60 rupee pastries)...I wuill fix it when my father sends me money... (Oh my gawwwwd..waat senti)
Cop - Ok...tamilnadu I see....Can i see the papers??
Sriki - Sir Papers are in the bike dikki...
Cop - Then get them out...
Sriki - Sir I do not have the keys to the dikky...
Cop - See there is an extra key in your bike keyring...Thats the dikki key!!
Sriki - Sir believe me the keys are lost!!
Cop - try it..it might open...
(The actually belonged to the dikki...so Sriki pulled it out, and tried it on the dikki lock and pretended to try hard...)
Sriki - (sweating and panting)...Sir Its not opening...I told u its not the dikki key...
Cop - Oh is it...let me try....
(And CLICK...the dikki LOCK opened....and the Cop was amazed to see inside...Sriki began to grin like a b schooler he has been caught while presenting some data that he has stolen from Wikipedia...)
WHAT HAPPENED NEXT? WHAT ABOUT THE PAPERS/
WAS SRIKI CARRYING HEROINE...OR A TAMIL HEROINE IN THE DIKKI?
WAS HE JAILED?
IN THE NEXT EPISODE!!!!
suspense is killing me. plz tell fast 😃
CONTINUED....
Sriki began looking at the cop like he had been caught stealing mango pickle by his mom!!
And the fact that let alone the papers, there was not a single leaf in his dicky...made matters more complicated than his love life!!!
Cop - U said the papers were in the dickki !!
Sriki - Yes sir... (Oh shit...that was such a mystery)
Cop - But they are not there !!!
Sriki - Yes sir...I mean no sir...
Cop - What exactly do u mean?? (After this globaal..he had a right to ask this question)
Sriki - Sir....I used to keep the papers in my dikki only...
Cop - Then?? what happened to them?
Sriki - Sir actually I am in seciond year of my MBA from Goa Institute of Management....
Cop - So?? (I wtf...Goa Police is not recruiting from GIM now)
Sriki - When i changed my room from first year...I think it got lost somewhere in my room...
Cop - Now this is unacceptable, you guys wil have to pay the fine...no paper, no license...
(In reality...Sriki had no idea if his papers were in his room....in his room in Goa or in his room in Tamilnadu...that was how clueless he was about the whereabouts of his papers...)
Sriki - Sir I will go and get it. Ribandar is not far from here...
Cop - I cannot allow you to go...you will have to pay fine...
(At this point Ashwin entered with his role...which has by now become part of the MECCA legend as the 'Nirupa Roy ABLA NAARI ACT" )
Ashwin - Sir, let him go...I will wait for him here....(WOW...Ashwin offering himself as a security for Srikanth...)
Cop looks at Ashwin and decided the pros and cons of keeping him as a mortgage security...
There is deep innocence in the eyes of Ashwin...the deep sorrow that can only be in the eyes of a person whose homeland has been so ravaged by violence for the last 60 years (Though he has never visited Kashmir)...The policeman's heart melted like Cheese on Fidalgo's Pizza !!
So he said ..ok go...but next time...carry your papers!!
SO THIS is the Power of MECCAn's Globaaal....no license, no konkani, no papers to boot...yet came back unscathed!!
EPILOGUE - Sriki did not fix his numberplate. He expects his future father in law to fix his number plate as a wedding gift!!
Papers were later found by the Archeological survey of India!!
i loved it........as always.......u raawwkkk man !!! \m/
Thanks snape for glorifying me....But global absolutely works...its beyond the language barriers..its the universal MBA language..unfortunately the police guy was not an MBA and thus could not handle it...