Fourth Term....

class lagate din nikle or tension main nikle raat,

lakhon dekar itna torture aab nahi hota bardasht.

50 page ki reading, 20 page ka case or 10 page ke exhibit,

dheere dheere ho raha hai saaf ki main hoon yahan ke liye misfit.

6 hafte main 9 courses or beech main ek hafte ka break,

kash pad laite us ik hafte main to nahi lagta aab itna sek.

CP ke naam par log daite hain kutch bhe gyan,

likhni padegi ek or kavita agar karna hai CP ka poora wyakhyan.

innovation or strategy ke naam par macha rakhi hai dhoom,

sunn sunn itni jargon jata hai mera maatha ghoom.

Eco ki class lagti hai BBC ka koi comedy show,

or Fin ki class main i am flowing against the flow.

BF ki padai ka to bas ik he hai forecast,

Hone wala hai end term main ik or blast.

BE ke naam par hoti hai class main poori bakar,

Lekin hamare chairman saab ko hai apane dept par poora fakar.

grades na aane ka dard ab main gaya hoon pee,

bache hain chand mahine yeh bhe kissi taran lainge jee.

Chill Pill

Tired, sleepy faces are my target customers,

And I help them against in-lecture dozing off fears.

I entered this niche market in a dry-white colour,

With few great souls making me this market’s winner.

Wary of boredom and monotony,

I realised its time-to-market variety - if any.

To bring zesty environs and pep-up lives,

A repositioned I came in trendy hues and anew types.

This repositioning helped me increase my market share,

And very soon I became an indispensable player!

Now, if you wonder as to who am I,

And how I managed to increase my pie?

For your information, I am a minty candy,

Which PGPEX front-benchers find so yummy.

Availability in flavours of lemony green, sweet strawberry and tangy orange,

Helps me serve an array of taste range.

So friends, in your next class if you feel lethargic or drowsy

Have nothing else but this multicoloured, well-known MENTOS candy!

4 Colleges Meet – yet another perspective

Having heard from our senior batches on the rivalry between IIMC and XLRI, I waited in anticipation for the 4 college meet that was to be held. I had seen videos on the welcome that was dished out to each other. “Well, this falls right in my alley” I thought since I had spent a considerable amount of time over the years honing my skills in refining my dictionary of the “doosra” variety. Here was a noble cause that would let me use my skills to the fullest.

India’s inflation problem: A novice’s perspective of understanding the shortcomings of the policies and measures implemented by RBI and Govt of India

India's headline annual rate of inflation, based on the monthly Wholesale Price Index (WPI), rose to 9.44 per cent for June 2011 as compared to 9.06 per cent for the previous month and 10.25 per cent in the corresponding month of last year. Provisional data released by the government showed that India's food inflation rate had risen to 8.31 per cent for the week ended July 2, 2011 from 7.61 per cent for the previous week. The inflation rate for fuel and power, however, eased further to 11.89 per cent from the previous week's level of 12.67 per cent.

Can microfinance be used as a macroeconomic tool to control inflation?

What is microfinance?

Microfinance is the provision of financial services to low-income clients or solidarity lending groups including consumers and the self-employed, who traditionally lack access to banking and related services such as credit, savings, insurance, and fund transfers.

Relevance of microfinance in Indian Context

RBI statistics show that 41 per cent of the adult population in the country is unbanked; that is, do not have a bank account.

kya karoge tum aakhir IIM Cal main aakar....

kya karoge tum aakhir IIM Cal main aakar

jab itefaakan MBA karne ke baat dimaag main aaye thi

ab yaad aa raha hain shayad woh janwary thi

fer GMAT ki tyari shuru ki humien maahe farwary mein

Life of a Backbencher

After all these years of back-to-back meetings and conference calls, reaching a place on the nick of time is something that I’ve made into a fine art. Continuing with the same tradition, I reached my classroom at 10.15 in the morning only to find that all the prime seats have been taken up and that the only ones left are in the back of the class. That started my journey as a back bencher.

Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gum....

Kabhi 0 kabhi 1 dekho ram pam pam

Kabhi is se bhe kamm

Kabhi A bhe to laaya karo

Kabhi khushi kabhi gum tara ram pam pam

Kabhi ache number to laya karo

Learning

As I walk down the narrow lane towards the class room yet another morning, I cannot help but be mesmerised by the beauty of the lakes on either side of the road. As the gentle zephyr balms my face, I am yet again fascinated by the countless unblemished beauty growing from the dark watery mire. Born in the muck of earthly platitude, its base gently sits on the water withering with the ripples created by the soothing breeze. Its grace and aplomb structure reminds me of the pride with which it has been held as the national symbol since time immemorial. As I take a closer look at some of them which are in full blossom, I could see the stern stem giving strength to the plethora of petals around it.

Green Effect

Green color brings with itself a soothing , balmy effect .Imagine an exotic location with vivid hues , and I am sure the first few colors in one’s mind would be blue and green. Turning insipid environs to bouncy and lively ones, making listless souls feel high-spirited ; such is the effect of green surroundings and environments .And we ,PGPEX students, are fortunate enough to have one year to ourselves to stay away from polluted hustle-bustles in a lovely, green campus at IIMC .This life, though, comes at a cost(apart from the huge programme fee and other implicit costs) , which is nothing but living with more insects ,more lizards ,more chameleons(which also turn to green color many a times),some snake encounters , and so on and so forth .Nonetheless , realising that despite all these, benefits outweigh costs we have learned to live with these local inhabitants .

Back To Exams!!!

A one year MBA is like a treadmill with its speed turned to maximum and having its stop button jammed. You have to keep running in the hope that someone manages to get the stop button to work. In an odd kind of way, that’s what makes the one year MBA interesting too and got us all here together.

It seems like ages since I’ve reached Joka but it’s been just six weeks. Terms last for six weeks followed by the much feared end-terms. The terms itself are hectic enough with a full load of classes and complex assignments to boot. Well, how could I forget the quizzes where my marks could probably be better represented on the binary scale?

itni shakti humien daina data....

itni shakti hamein daina data IIM kaa vishvaas kamzor ho naa,
hum chalein nek raaste pe hum main se bhulakar bhi koi fail ho naa.

har taraf zulm hai bebasi hai, sahamaa-sahamaa-saa har aadami hai,
padai kaa bojh badhta hii jaaye jaane kaise ye degree thami hai.
bojh mba kaa tu ye uthaa le teri rachanaa ka ye ant ho naa,
duur assignment ke ho andhere, tu hamein management ki raushani de.
har end/mid term se bach ke rahen hum, jaise bhi de, bhali naukri de.
clash ho naa kisi kaa kisi se, bhavanaa mann main competition ki ho naa.
ham chale nek raste pey, hum se bhool kar bhe koi fail ho na.

hum na sochen hamein kyaa milaa hai ,hum ye sochein 14lac kiya sab ne arpan.
phool naukari ke baantien sabhi ko, sab ka jevan hi ban jaaye madhuban.
apani karunaa ko jab tu baha de, karade paavan har ik mann kaa kona.

Did Tendulkar really nick it?

Till this moment both Abhishek and I are not sure whether Tendulkar really nicked that out swinger from Aquib Javed. It was somewhere in early nineties and India was playing Pakistan in a one day series.  India was chasing a 250 odd score and was already two wickets down. Tendulkar was facing ominous Javed when that fateful delivery was delivered – the delivery that decided the future of my relationship with Abhishek. As soon as the ball passed Tendulkar’s bat, there was a huge appeal.  Tendulkar didn’t move an inch but the ball did after passing his bat; And Pakistani’s sensed the edge. They all went up for the appeal only to realize that the umpire was not amused.  He denied that appeal only to start a perennial cold war between us - two best friends.

Confessions of a 'Non-Engineer'

Being the only humanities graduate in the PGPEX Class of 2012 feels like having come dressed in Bermudas and sandals to a formal, black-suit gathering. And that’s just the beginning.


Each time a professor walks into the class for the first time, he/she politely enquires if there are any ‘non-engineers’ in the class. When my solitary hand goes up, they give a small, kind smile and ask me not to worry -- which, of course, terrifies me. My experience of life so far tells me that if someone needs to tell you not to worry, you need to be very, very worried indeed.


Then the fun starts. The good professor mentions Matrix, and the first thing that comes to my mind is Keanu Reeves. What’s worse is that at the end of the class, I can still relate matrices only to Keanu Reeves! The endless torrent of Pascal’s triangles, derivatives, integrals and the like serve only to remind me of several unrelated things like the hieroglyphics (which only specialists can decipher) and the Harappan script (which remains stubbornly un-deciphered to date).


Nevertheless, by the end of the class, I begin to see the faint light of a mathematical day. This is usually the combined effect of a frantic mental scramble to dig deep into my schooldays, a lot of helpful prompting by my concerned friend sitting adjacent and the sheer quality of instruction. I end the day with a reassuring feeling that I’ve been given a footing on the ladder; now I just have to pull myself up and scale it.

Long-legs and Broken-tail

Long-legs shares NF2-23 with the four of us. She has been our flat mate from day one and has been working on her nest even before me and my flat mates had invaded NF-2 23. She is a bit cautious these days. At the sound of slightest movement in our hall Long-leg scurries on the window ledge between the glass pane and the inner netting. Her movement has the grace and finesse of a ballerina and it is not hard to see why any male worth his feather would not fall for her charm. Long-legs beauty quotient is further enhanced by her yellow rimmed inquisitive eyes that stand out starkly against the shine of her dark brown plume.

Cisco Roleplay

Finally, Week 4 of Term-1 comes to an end .All in all the week was quite hectic . Things which aggravated Kolkata heat were Quiz in Organisational Behavior, test in Microeconomics, Financial Reporting’s complex assignments and to add to all this we had to do a roleplay on a case study based on Cisco’s ERP and web-IT implementation.

Off the beaten path

Well, I formally joined the ranks of the unemployed on April 1^st (nice choice of date – folks at office thought that it was an “April Fool” prank). After spending my first 15 days of unemployment doing nothing but lazing around, I started on my journey to Kolkata in mid-April. It was quite late in the night by the time I reached Joka – thanks to the long queues at the Howrah taxi stand.