This post is not about the great Takumo Sato.
September 7th 2008
Devdas was staring at the sky , counting the number of stars and was wondering why there werent any with him..A call came from a person after a very long period which started the end of cold wars they were having between them..
L-Da,CAT?
Devdas----CAT?
L: Just try...Its better than counting the stars.
Devdas - True..But ..mmm? Tomorrow is the last day to buy the application forms.
L: Do one thing...After waking up tomorrow morning, you should go to Axis Bank , Rajaji Nagar Branch and buy one application form
Devdas :Ok .I ll do that..
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Sept 8th Morning
Devdas was seen standing in a long queue for the application form.There were nt any left in that branch.He returned disappointed..He thought of counting the stars again that night..
Devdas is a loser(mediocre wont be apt) But his dad is a great person.On seeing his son s disappointment , he called someone at Kozhikode and asked him to buy one form from IIM itself.
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Sept 10th Morning
When devdas woke up , he saw the 1400 rs form lying on his table...
SO devD got the form..NOw what..
Fast fwd to November 10th
Location ---Dobu 's house(Dobu--the only dog in the world which eats Idly Vada Sambar Chutney)
Thats where the three met..
As usual--There were less brainstorming sessions and more gossips..
With one weeks training DevD felt better and even though He wasn't sure abt his preparation levels, this venture helped him a lot in his life.
January-------2009 @ Pune
A called DevD..--Da results are out..Check your score...
Dev checked and was surpised to see 83 percentile..Eventhough he was not sure about how good/bad that score was, he felt happy...Ok..with 7 weeks training , I got 83..So if I had got 5 months training--HE started counting the stars again, this time the stars in his mind!!
Fast fwd again----2010 May
R and A were pestering Dev D to appear for Cat again.Dev also thought along the same lines.SO after a lot of debate on whether IMS , TIME or CL is better, Dev joined IMS...In the diagnostic test , he got 86 percentile..He felt good and told himself---Good..You havent lost touch :P...
Dev liked the classes and was very keen to test his abilities on SIMCAT1.
D DAY
he was very confident as he had practiced free kicks and penalties the previous day..With half slept mind and body he reached the venue.Ah..these many for this exam.He kept himself under control remembering Arjuna s exam in Mahabharatha (where he had to aim at a bird'd eye and guru asked him to concentrate only on the eye rather than thinking abt other things)
3 days after the D day..He checked the results in the website..
Today--Devd was found seated on the terrace and counting the stars...He was uttering "Ee poocha njammede kayyil othungoola"
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
As usual, thenju!
Sunday June 6th .
I was at Jayanagar 3rd block. To be precise, seated on the first bench @ Vijaya College trying to learn the basic concepts of mathematics .It was my third class .And I was not feeling comfortable coz of the absence of the two girls who were present on the first two classes.
The classes would be till 6 30 p.m. And I had a bus to catch at 8:15 from Madiwala. Frankly speaking, my geographical sense is on the negative side of the number line. I asked one of the rude guys sitting near to me in the class :”Bhaiyya, yahaan se Madiwala pahunchne me kitna time lagega?”
He stared at me and replied:”Why are you wasting your Hindi. I can understand English”
And then started giving me a lecture on how skilled he is in different languages. After some 10 minutes
Rude guy:”I don know .I travel in my motor bike”
Me:*stumped*
Time: 6: 35 p.m.
I ran towards the watchman. And I saw three of them! It reminded me of the 3 monkeys.
When asked, three gave 3 different answers.
Monkey 1:”yahaan se left chalo.junction se 201 bus pakadkar madiwala jaao
Monkey 2: Right lelo .25 number bus pakado
Monkey 3: college ke piche ek gate hai.udhar se jao aur koi bhi bus pakado.7th cross tak jao.aur wahaan se bus milega!
Me- wtf *Again stumped*
I decided to try my luck with the third guy s opinion. And soon I ended up in a deserted bus stop.
A bus came like this.
I had no other choice. I got inside through the front door. And I started hearing abuses (?) in Kannada from the ladies .I was helpless. I started cursing the person who designed these buses!
I got down at Wilson Garden. I checked for my wallet, gold chain and mobile. In 2 minutes I got a bus to Madiwala.
I was standing on the foot board. And damn, my bag got stuck while the driver tried to close the door. This meant, I had to share the 4 sq cm area with three other people.
First thought that flashed in my mind
What if, finally an F 20 comes and sits near me in the bus to Cochin!
I tried to stay as clean as possible. While doing that, I heard some new variety Kannada abuses! Even the conductor was saying something. I didn’t care .At last when I reached Madiwala, I was drenched in my (other people‘s too?) sweat.
Had no difficulty in finding the travel agency. While giving the print out of the ticket, I searched the office for the register containing the seat number and passenger details, but could not find it.
I walked to the near by mallu restaurant and ordered something to eat. That place was full of mallus and three empty chairs gave me company!!! .Every other table was occupied.
In between one girl came, and asked me whether the other three chairs were reserved for anyone. I said no and within 2 minutes, three pandi girls were sitting with me. I looked around, surprisingly I found that all others in the hotel were looking at me.These pandi girls were shouting like anything and I sat there helplessly.
And “idivettiyavane paambu kadichu ennu paranjaal mathiyallo” …One of my friend(?) ‘s cousin saw me in this situation! Period!
I hoped for the best in the bus, but as usual, it was a guy near me. (He snored so loudly that I couldn’t t sleep)
On reaching home, I tried to vent my frustrations on a friend (?) by commenting on his recently uploaded pictures in a social networking site .Result- I was deleted!
I got numerous calls from office and I couldn’t spend one minute in peace.
That’s it- One hell of a day!
PS:I never wanted to post this.Would have been another one in my drafts
I was at Jayanagar 3rd block. To be precise, seated on the first bench @ Vijaya College trying to learn the basic concepts of mathematics .It was my third class .And I was not feeling comfortable coz of the absence of the two girls who were present on the first two classes.
The classes would be till 6 30 p.m. And I had a bus to catch at 8:15 from Madiwala. Frankly speaking, my geographical sense is on the negative side of the number line. I asked one of the rude guys sitting near to me in the class :”Bhaiyya, yahaan se Madiwala pahunchne me kitna time lagega?”
He stared at me and replied:”Why are you wasting your Hindi. I can understand English”
And then started giving me a lecture on how skilled he is in different languages. After some 10 minutes
Rude guy:”I don know .I travel in my motor bike”
Me:*stumped*
Time: 6: 35 p.m.
I ran towards the watchman. And I saw three of them! It reminded me of the 3 monkeys.
When asked, three gave 3 different answers.
Monkey 1:”yahaan se left chalo.junction se 201 bus pakadkar madiwala jaao
Monkey 2: Right lelo .25 number bus pakado
Monkey 3: college ke piche ek gate hai.udhar se jao aur koi bhi bus pakado.7th cross tak jao.aur wahaan se bus milega!
Me- wtf *Again stumped*
I decided to try my luck with the third guy s opinion. And soon I ended up in a deserted bus stop.
A bus came like this.
I had no other choice. I got inside through the front door. And I started hearing abuses (?) in Kannada from the ladies .I was helpless. I started cursing the person who designed these buses!
I got down at Wilson Garden. I checked for my wallet, gold chain and mobile. In 2 minutes I got a bus to Madiwala.
I was standing on the foot board. And damn, my bag got stuck while the driver tried to close the door. This meant, I had to share the 4 sq cm area with three other people.
First thought that flashed in my mind
What if, finally an F 20 comes and sits near me in the bus to Cochin!
I tried to stay as clean as possible. While doing that, I heard some new variety Kannada abuses! Even the conductor was saying something. I didn’t care .At last when I reached Madiwala, I was drenched in my (other people‘s too?) sweat.
Had no difficulty in finding the travel agency. While giving the print out of the ticket, I searched the office for the register containing the seat number and passenger details, but could not find it.
I walked to the near by mallu restaurant and ordered something to eat. That place was full of mallus and three empty chairs gave me company!!! .Every other table was occupied.
In between one girl came, and asked me whether the other three chairs were reserved for anyone. I said no and within 2 minutes, three pandi girls were sitting with me. I looked around, surprisingly I found that all others in the hotel were looking at me.These pandi girls were shouting like anything and I sat there helplessly.
And “idivettiyavane paambu kadichu ennu paranjaal mathiyallo” …One of my friend(?) ‘s cousin saw me in this situation! Period!
I hoped for the best in the bus, but as usual, it was a guy near me. (He snored so loudly that I couldn’t t sleep)
On reaching home, I tried to vent my frustrations on a friend (?) by commenting on his recently uploaded pictures in a social networking site .Result- I was deleted!
I got numerous calls from office and I couldn’t spend one minute in peace.
That’s it- One hell of a day!
PS:I never wanted to post this.Would have been another one in my drafts
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