Its been a loooooonnnnnnnngggggggggg time, since I last wrote. Writers' block, sheer laziness, lack of interesting things to write about, all these and more.. Not that it really matters. The new thought I am struggling with "how much of what seems to matter a lot really matters in the long run" But that apart. I have been blamed to often the past 2 months of being a cynic. A lot of it is because I like to keep blabbering that I am a cynic :) Sounds kinda cool...I dont give a damn kinds.. and thats making me wonder. Was I meant to be an optimist and am now turning into a cynic, only because I keep telling myself so.. If you have already lost interest, whoever u are..come back in a few days...this is stuff after a long break..I promise to get better with the next series of posts, and I promise to post more... and I am sure u will be back.. cos if u read this, you havent given up on me..And that proves am not a cynic :)
Back from my meanderings.. is cynicism that bad... btw, it comes from the Greek word kino meaning dog. That should make it bad enough :)
So optimism is the flavour of the reason. I believe I can fly..I believe I can write much better than this :)
till I get sth to talk about......

Simple or Complicated

How complex should life be, or how simple for that matter. Do we all cherish simplicity, or are we all running towards a mirage, in the process complicating what we already have. A new dimensions always brings a higher level of complexity and who's to say, "I don't like that". Something new, something different, something not mundane, isn't that the race all of us are trying to win. The race to do new things, make new things happen, maybe visit new places, experience different stuff, and isn't that changing us in the process. Making us more complex, not just our lives. I am a simple person, all I want to do is enjoy every moment of my existence. Simple enough, aint it...:)

Calvin: I am a simple man, Hobbes
Hobbes: You?? Yesterday you wanted a nuclear powered car that could turn into a jet with laser-guided heat-seeking missiles!
Calvin: I’m a simple man with complex tastes

Dreams

Dreams- things that seemed possible when you were young, and which then tasted reality. Not many stand the test of time, and in some cases, none do. Is our life forever guided by these changes is the question. And the answer is what we are all looking for.
Its so difficult to write at times. How I long for the days when words flow naturally, and thoughts stumble over each other to catch attention. Someone was telling me some days back that all great authors are gifted. Thats the good life. You do something which is effortless and you get paid for it. But is it. I might not write well but I can well associate with the frustrations that come when you just cant. But then we all live for the days that we can. And they are what make life what is is meant to be.
Is that the way a cynic would think....
Wonderingly yours

ISB Ranks in Top 20 Global B-Schools

ISB began as a dream. A dream whose time had come. And today the dream is reality. Hats off to all those people who put their faith in their dream, and are now in enviable position of seeing it lived in their own time. With that being said, the time is now. Our time has come. It is official. ISB is ranked 20 in the Top B-Schools of the world by Financial Times.
As we do India proud, being the only Indian school in the rankings and the youngest ever to make it to the top 20, that too the first time it participated in the rankings, all the critics stand silenced. ISB was always a global school, and today, we can truly say that.

Let the celebrations begin, or rather, continue :)

http://rankings.ft.com/global-mba-rankings

http://www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/videopod/default.aspx?id=22830

Blooker material?

Theres been a long time since I have been looking for some motivation to blog again. And recently, I read about the concept of "blooker". A blooker being a book which is inspired by a blog. It seems publishers are reading blogs and deciding to publish them in a book version. Since it has been my long cherised dream to write a book, this could be a mode to get there. I can almost see you smirking. Ya, right. I know this blog is not the quality they would print in a book. But well this is warm up (yet again), before I start writing seriously:).
Do i really want to get serious though, surreal is what my mood is nowadays.
And suddenly the thoughts stop, as suddenly as they had started. Relentless, torturous, overpowering, phenomenal, to not let go ever....
Let there be more when there is a better day, the time is not now, let us wait for the right time....

Term 6.

We are already in Term 6 and life has become so predictable, yet so unpredictable. Until and unless you have a deadline tomorrow, no work gets done. And if you dont have a deadline for tomorrow, you feel wierd. Its like there has to be something to be done everyday. How can you have time for yourself. I am being considered lucky since I dont have any submission due tomorrow. Unluckily, I have 5 coming up on Monday, but guess what, I am still not doing any. It would be sacrilege to touch it before Sunday. Much like unsuspecting people thinking I have gone crazy when I said I have finished one assignment 24 hours before the deadline.
Comfortably numb, as some friend's Gtalk line read. Life seems to have a pace of its own, with you not having to interfere. As the topic of the blog only reads. How much more uncreative and unimaginative could it have got, you wonder. Or do you.
Just a blip in your entire existence, as our LSCM professor says. I seriously wonder how many of these blips I will even remember ten years down the line. Things which command so much share of mind right now, how important will they actually be some day. And for that matter, how important are they right now.
And as the Consumer behaviour class ended today, I realised we are already halfway done through this term too. Its like a fast paced giant wheel, what with all the ups and downs life brings here. And as I get ready to face another one, unpredictably so, its time to sign off.......:)
Predictably yours
Madhur

As good a time as ever

2 in the night, a day before an exam, is as good a time as any to start re-blogging. What do u call a three month break- a sabbatical, a reality check or an imagination trip? Where does the line between imagination and reality actually blur, and where do the demarcations end?
As I try to focus on the task at hand, try really hard and yet not succeed :), I wonder what tomorrow holds, and the day after that. And thats it I have stopped wanting to know beyond that. There was a time when i used to fantasise about life, about the future, and not live in the present. The present always seemed like a wrong time to live. The future was always more alluring, being the unknown. Ever wondered what it is about what u dont know, the sense of adventure, the mystery, the sweet smell of secret, its a potent package altogether. And suddenly its not. Or is there a small voice at the back of my head that still wants to know but does not want to admit.
Do we all actually live honest lives? Dont we always lie about whats important and what matters and why we do what we do? Why is it so difficult to state the reality and accept it? Are we scared of coming across as vulnerable and is imagination a good enough shield? When does the like about reality and pretence taper off? And when do we accept the wall we build?
Is now as good a time as ever to start studying, or am I better off still wondering

contempatingly yours
@ISB