It's been a long recess since I last posted on this blog. Things have changed a lot. My profession has too. On one fine morning this duffer felt how it feels like to be within the ±1σ limits of a normal curve. Getting a bit weird! Well this is the way my brain is functioning now after making a "revolutionary" decision of going back to school and get an MBA degree and get bombarded with loads of high funda stuffs like Statistical measures, Discrete analysis (Where you can't be at your discretion), Factors, Determinants, Annova (I thought this was a name of some pretty lady when I first came across it). So I can't help this too much!

 

So, my tendency to give up this central tendency in normal variate made me look towards the greener pastures of extremity and get out of ±3σ and prompted to opt for an MBA degree. MBA is a fancy word. It holds lot of power in it. When in any group or gathering, be it in any atmosphere, an MBA speaks, the whole group listens. This shows MBAs command authority also. Statistics show that 70% of people want to marry off their girls with MBAs. This makes sense as customers matter in the marry-market than end consumers (Well you should not forget I'm studying marketing). So definitely MBAs have lot of face value. All these factor in OPPORTUNITY or the lower-left hand side of our SWOT matrix.

 

I can very well see (sometimes in my dream too) that an ugly looking nasty fellow called RECESSION is enjoying free lunch by sitting in my THREAT space. Well I wouldn't have had many qualms regarding that. Normally I like to move with everybody (Well I'm a social guy yaar! I like GUESTS coming to my house.). But when I see that this particular fellow in interfering with my Annual Cash Flow, I get perturbed. Already my Cash and Bank Balances are in negative (!!!). The ‘Sources of Fund’ column in my Balance Sheet shows a hefty amount under Secured Loans. I'm totally surving on Debts. This is not the time to finance some un-cool guy I never knew, that too from my so favorite Reserves and Surpluses. After all, MONEY is much dearer to me than HONEY. Because my logical mind says that latter follows the former. So I don't like HIM. But again, I don't want to roll up my sleeves and have a one-to-one with him too. I've read that Opportunity and Threats are there in the system and these can't be changed. So all I can do is spare this guy and watch him play nasty games with my Cash Flow.

 

Then come some grey areas like Strength and Weakness. They are so 'coz the book I read SWOT matrix from didn't teach me how to classify my Strengths and Weaknesses into the upper two quadrants of this matrix. Because of this I suffered so much in interviews. So my SWOT is "OKAYISH" and doesn't look attractive from any angle. But I'm HOPEFUL. When I was a kid, my MOM used to narrate me stories of people who conquered all adversaries and made it big. People who defied all statistics. People who gave a shit to things like PROBABILITY, LAWS, RULES, FRAMEWORKS and fought against them to prove that these are CRAP. People who are MAD. People who have shown that they are the only ones who define the WORLD. People who wrote HISTORY. How can I forget them? They are the heroes of the PAST. They have shown how to forget about OPPORTUNITIES and THREATS. I admire them. I love them, respect them. For that reason I'm HOPEFUL. You know MBAs are GOOD as long as economy moves ahead and lots of good things happen all around. But when the going gets tough, recollect the bed-time stories by your MOM. They can save you and give you a direction. 

It's 2:00 by the clock on the taskbar of my pc. And after a day of sleep (it totaled a neat 11:35 hrs out of a day of 24 hrs), I'm keeping my weary eyes open and striking my useless head repeatedly to make it deliver some useful ideas to put down on my blog, so that ppl can get s'th to view and read and enjoy and comment. And you can guess the frustration, the annoyance, the disgruntlement one newbie blogger can face, when, after days of expectation he gets not even a single comment that can provide some encouragement to his newly acquired out-of-the-blue habit.
If ppl behave like this they can mark the tragic end of one novice blogger who is out to let the world hear the calls of his heart, see the reflections of his mind and feel the nascence of his soul.

I think this is enough to compel any person to force out his inner feelings and cry in compassion for one fellow blogger who is on his way to oblivion. If it doesn't leave any impact on you, or, even after this, you decide not to leave any comment, I'll have to resort to tougher means to take you. And remember, the cost you have to bear is our friendship!

Sunday is the only day on which my Fortune 500 company gives me respite from my daily office chores. So unassailably I woke up late. My senses clicked with the screaming of my mobile. With eyes half open, I let out a comatose "Hello". My mother was on the other side with clamorous, boisterous and obsteperous castigation, "See, duffer, you're sleeping till mid noon. Now, wake up and have some food, otherwise, you'll destroy your biological system in the same manner as you did to your biological clock". I writhed in my bed from side to side and checked the time. My candidly outright timepiece is displaying an unabashed 12:30 pm. I brisked out of bed and within minutes got the 2S done, mainly shit and shower.

Dressing chastily, I set out for food. My eating habits are idiosyncratic. I can't manage my food without spillage and splattering and spattering. So wherever I go, I exasperate the waiters of that place so much that they loath to bid me a 'Come Again' while departing. Sometimes, I was the victim of even more eccentric and bizzare situations like forgetting my reticule @ home and going through the meal halfway, until, I would suddenly conjure up that I'd forgotten my billfold. Then I would panic and create a hullabaloo that often leaves an impression on the waiters that I trying to make a mincemeat of them. Finally the drama would end in me making a round trip to my flat and cutting a sorry figure while footing the bill.

My predisposition towards soft drinks after food had grown into a chronicity. The more I try to dispel the fact that they contain baleful pesticides, the more my affinity towards all these will become rigid and robust. So irresistibly and indisposingly, I had one bottle of mountain dew.

Movies are like oxygen to me. So, though I keep on saying to myself that movies take money out of your pocket, my mind will say "You have to pay for it. It's oxygen. So it belongs to the basic necessities of life quota". So I keep my numb and just hand over the money to the movie hall vendor because I've found that dissenting with mind will result in a painful and stressful torment as an aftermath. This day is no different. I saw Bheja Fry. A comedy. The fact, that it featured an imbecile fool, a dunce and duffer, brought some satisfaction to my mind as it got some simmilarity between the demeanor of the nerd and that of mine, or in broader aspects, it got rapturous at establishing a link between the silver screen hero and real life protagonist. On the whole it was a movie that will make you break into chortles and chuckles within the hall.

In this way, with meals, movie and merrymaking, my Sunday came to an end as it will continue to do so for the comming days. Everything will go in accord. This sequencing of Sundays after six days of heavy and hectic workloads will also follow up under the downright command of some imminent force which decides upon our destiny. But, I'll have to put an end to these lack of de riguer that I sometimes demonstrate at different places and phases. The absence of de riguer, the absence of comme il faut, the absence of synderesis, that circumscribe my life in my every actions, in my every thinking and in my every reflections, is the thing that I so fervently aspire to give up.

Synderesis - this is one thing that I lack severely. The lack of this vital item will force me into contumelious situations @ times and more than often I had to fit into an apologetic and compunctory figure to maintain decency and decorum. The examples cited above are bright epitomes of the fact. So time has come to reflect on these aspects and take precautionary measures to do away with any untowardly incident which is demurring the brand image of this duffer.