addiction

I m addicted to thoughts
Thoughts of pleasure
I m addicted to words
Words of a painter
I m addicted to blogs
Blogs of my kind, ( comma in the sentence..... muahahaha)
I m addicted to sleep
Sleep of my conscience

I m addicted to de-addiction
De-addiction of my addictions

Let me De-addict,
In the name of
Father,Son and the Holy spirit.
Let the spirit of Finance, Mathematics take over my soul which has been badly battered by the attacks from the Neighbour.

P.s. Feeling depressed of late. So back to basics with the proverb
"work when nothing works"
Will be out of action till my end term.

a gal

The post sucks.. STILL this is my blog and I don't write for audience(no this is not an alibi. I'm dead serious)
Go ahead at your own peril.

I had dinner with my friend here. He passed out from IIT kanpur and one of the rare genius who can be found across campus.
The conversation:
Initially it started from Financial management, some randomization algorithm, market hypothesis and grades. Suddenly,
Me: " Machan. I need a girl"
He: " what ! (He was crunching his masala dhosa and was taken aback by this out of blue statement from me)"
Me: " a gal..."
He" " for what "
Me: " for talking. I have to know How they feel . I want to feel and realise that"
He: " what kind of " ( Well he is not a pimp and doesn't intend to be. But still)
Me: " Not the usual girlish ones. I hate girlish gals" (as if im the only one in the world with an extraordinary taste)
He: " Thats the problem with us IITians. We can't cope up with the girlish ones"
so decided to come up with a post about the types I found in my life

1) Pink shoes category
I love them. I adore them. :))

2) The Whining category.
Depends on what they fret about. If its about nail polish, you can safely leave them in a mental asylum

3) The Page 3 category
Well this category can be a double edge sword. They can help you during the interviews and smoke a "joint". Liking them depends on whether you belong to page3 category.

4) The Muggu variety
This category will be six pointer (in JIM parlance - Equivalent to nine pointer in Engg) in Gas courses. But they can't crack Analytical courses. Ideally this variety will be preferred by companies who need people who can do same work, day in and day out, speak with clients, settle down by getting married with a high salary. I have nothing against them.

5) The attitude category
if a gal has fair skin and nice figure, the probability of belonging to this category is very high. The probability increases if she is the only one around.
You need to be a bradd pitt to approach them.

6) The caste category
Of late I found this new category. This includes girls who think that family name is important ( as their surname)

7) The Tomboy attitude category
The rarest one. This category can show symptoms of any other category (for a while) as they have to succumb to peer pressure now and then.

8) The laid back variety
Tough to find gals of this kind. In case you find someone in this category, do let me know. I know only the varieties which CRY in case they don't get jobs in the first day of the campus. This does not include lazy ones. Just includes Easy going variety.

9) The "CATEGORY"
well this includes all girls I like..Believe me this category doesn't have exact features. But typically broadminded,analytical(haven't seen many in my life), stable / Mercurial (yeah I like both), passionate, has got a classy outlook;

P.S. Categories can overlap :)). But broad contours remain

If death strikes

Thanking Surya for giving me permission to blatantly copy her post. I am not changing anything in her post except few deletions (whatever is not appropriate to my life). I guess I can’t do any justice to the post unlike her. Anyway my additions are below her words
“
My friends, when and if I die
Be it from accidents or diseases (No suicides definitely),
I would request you to honour my decision
The same way you honour me now.

Instead, pour out shots of tequila as potent as my zest for life
Generous quantities of red wine with the intense colour of my thoughts
Share many a story about me around a warm winter fire.

How, I made you laugh and cry
Made you angry and was your sedative
How I stood for truth and lied so easily-
Chew on them, along with some of my favourite food.

My friends, if I ever make a sudden journey,
Do not feel betrayed, do not fret
Even if it a surprise
For both me and you

Feel happy for me,
Live life the way I wanted to live
Making mistakes, happy, passionate
Enjoying long walks, good songs and dancing all night

Divide my books,
Pick and choose; take everything between yourselves
Do drop in at my parent's home in blue moon nights.

Live your life such that
I can leave mine without guilty
Safe in the knowledge
Of you taking care of yourself and my loved ones.

Amen.”


I wanted to smoke one cigarette in my life preferably in a hill station like munnar. I am not going to do that in my life for sure. Someone smoke that for me after my death.

This is for my best friends. One has been, is, will be my soul throughout my life (We have been friends for the past 23 years.). “Live life king size, senthil”. Live my dreams as well. Da, my life is not complete with you. :)
One doesn't know that I write blog. Hence I will leave him alone for a moment.
"The clan" - Toast me whenever you guys have a drink(smirnoff preferably)
The last will take care of himself . Kuttan, you have been one of the inspirations in my life. I know that you hate advice and I don’t have anything to offer you. You will live your life.


This part will be common for all close friends.


Remember me when you see someone wanting to adopt a kid.
Remember me when you listen to ilayaraja music on a full moon night
Remember me when you come across my past crushes. Tell them I loved them at different times of my life and my life would not have been complete without them.
Remember me when suchi says “Hello Chennai” in Radio Mirchi; when you go to Besant nagar beach; when you drink chaya or eat bread omlette in late nights;
Remember me when someone confesses his love for “The HINDU”, “Frontline”.
Remember me when you watch anbe sivam, kannathil mutthamital , azhagi or any good mohanlal movie.
Remember me when you come across a person who can’t flirt properly, who feels shy to ask any girl out(anyone who screws up relationship very easily)
Remember me when you see someone struggling to face the audience from the stage.
Remember me when you read ayn rand or any good book, blog.
Remember how I hated people who can’t speak their mother tongue(includes all fraud mallus).
Remember me when you see someone who doesn’t care about attire.
Remember me when you see someone who likes dark skinned heroine, tomboys(in attitude).
Remember me when you see someone speaking about Tamil literature and culture effortlessly(ideally he should speak about economic impact of Dravidian movement, cut-out politics, Periyar’s legacy). WTF ???? (I typed this. I am retaining this).

Amen.

you committed suicide

you committed suicide last nite
you hanged urself in ur room
you didn't tell anyone of your close friends that you were in distress.
you didn't have any bloody reasons.
you told me about your career ambitions yesterday afternoon in the mess.
you spoke to me for 3 hours in library two days ago
you were my mentor here at JIM.
you persudaded me to take JIM.
I know you for the past 7 years.
you were always cheerful and intelligent.
But it seems you had a core which asked you to destroy yourself.
I loved you for what you were.
you left us in a guilt feeling that we could have done something to prevent you from doing it.
you left me crying the whole nite.
None of our friends from PSG could believe that you did it.
PSG and JIM lose their presitigious student.
Dear Chandramohan, May your soul rest in peace.
(No comments for this post unless you know chandramohan personally. Thanks. I hope this post relieves part of my guilt)

so long and thanks for all the fish

Got my summers and a dream profile too. Just a small beginning to my vast voyage of life. As far as management is concerned, I learnt what I can learn in two years. I just stayed course and didn't allow anyone else to influence me. Kept my nerves though in small intervals I got psyched and distressed.
I applied only for Finance based companies. I got shortlisted in few and didn't convert many of the GD's.
GD's are the biggest sham I have ever seen in recruitment. Highly arbit selection put me off.
After four days, the pressure was getting on me. This was the last day when the companies will be visiting the campus and I had to sign out. But still I didn't budge from position because I guessed that there will be a process to push the candidates who haven't got an offer in the profile they wished to get.
Also I saw a lot of them breaking down in the midst of the process. Many cried ( can you believe it ? Managers cryin). Few others signed off with profiles they were not interested(special thanks to my friends and seniors who urged me to wait).
after a long time, I guess I sort of like my present college.
The title of the post is essentially dedicated to my seniors and class mates in JIM and to my friends outside JIM(essentially a code word for my present college from a book).
I guess Im happy now. Great going da machan. I am destined to do great things.
Signing off (both post and job)