The roller coaster...backwards

MBA Life. mba LIFE. MBA life. No matter how you look at it, this is not normal. Starting with a bang, a bit of lull in between, suddenly picking up, and then passing away as another faded pedagogue, up there with other pleasant memories like high school, first kiss, undergraduate (slighly different order if you ended up doing engineering...but thats a different story..another post another day)

First term first day...I meet my batchmates from all over the world...the smooth south americans, the pretty east europeans, polite english, blunth americans, apologetic japanese, smoking Italians, and desis, desis, and yet more desis. We get scared by the thought of the internship milk rounds in the coming term, busy with the core courses, drunk at the local pub, make friends, socialize and network. And study just a wee bit (Am sure my study group can vouch for that)

And then milk round starts..and we get even more scared, stop studying, and do some serious drinking. And then the hangover job searches of the next term. And then internship..finally get to do real jobs and dont really like them or pretend to like them and then back to skewl (same as So Cool School..or so kewl school or just skewl).

And now we back to school, milk round, job hunt, networking, applications, class readings, lectures, examinations, tattoo, and other stuff

C minor on the suspended fourth

My love for guitar coincided with my love for the opposite sex. Boys love girls, girls love guitars, and therefore boys love guitars. Anyone with the brain of a mouse can now figure out why boys play guitars. I mean lets face it we'd rather be playing Unreal Tournament (for the uninitiated it's a first person shooter game with lots of guns, anti gravity boots, nano powers, and a futuristic version of Enter the Dragon setup), loppping heads off, rather than struggling to switch between D minor and C major, and singing at the same time.

I didn't quite start acting on my musical inspiration until I came across an ancient drunken master, whom I made my Guru when I met him for the first time. Yes none other than His Unsober Highness, Shamik Dutta. Unfortunately for me, the Guru would not start playing the guitar without consuming a significantly amount of the holy spirits. Having done so, the Guru would want a bit of the peace pipe. Pretty soon the master would get busy negotiating a complex musical piece on the guitar, singing, smoking , drinking, and flirting with one of the other house guests at the same time. Reminds of the Old Monk from the drunken master.

So learning a bit from the Drunken Master, I came to England, bought a spanking new guitar and finally am on my way now with just a wee a bit of music that I can hummmmm....Beatles (Lady Madonna, Let it Be, Can't buy me love), Pink Floyd (Time, Comfortably Numb, Wish you were here), Kishoreda (Baat bidag jaaye,Neele Neele Ambar) , John Denver, Aerosmith, Metallica, Mr. Big.
The opportunity cost of not spending value added time playing Unreal Tournament is pretty high- Lets see how the women respond ;)