tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80206732011-04-22T06:32:55.587+05:30"I ll blog the shit out of u"impulsarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13956513003411498044noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020673.post-1128768108260125412005-10-08T15:39:00.000+05:302005-10-08T16:40:39.523+05:30

without much ado, Here is an account of my first client meet.It was in Chennai, cant name the client though (no no, i do recall the name but professional ethics you know!!). So, i had to meet the CFO and discuss my work with him.I had tried to prepare myself so that i could talk intelligently on an industry that i had just come to know.In the course of discussions, he suddenly asked me " Mr.

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There are times when we wonder where this world is going. Although if u applied a little mind, u would know - It is not going anywhere but just circling around the sun (pls laugh here). But still sometimes we get disillusioned with the corruption and lack of moral fibre in our society. But then there is slways someone who comes and proves that all is not lost. 1 such man accompanied us to our

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Here is the second incident: I was travelling from Ludhiana to Delhi by train. I was the first one to occupy my seat in the compartment. Travelling alone, I was hoping that the I would have some interesting co-passengers. Maybe a damsel in distress tarvelling alone ;-). But alas! It was not to be. The entire compartment was filled up by a group of retired/semi retired uncles. Agh..!! Why does it

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This blog is based on two incidents which in their own way show how much there is to know and what a long way its going to be. Incident I I was travelling from Calicut to Bangalore by KSRTC bus. I have always been a source of attraction in Kerala. I think it has to do with my charismatic personality :-) and with the fact that some people find the presence of a turbaned creature in this part of

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"Chandre Notan ne tera Chann Pardesi Kita" (Chand noton ne tera chand pardesi kar diya) I read this line on the back of a truck. Let me explain what it means. It is addressed to Mother - (not mother India) but to Mummy (not the Egyptian one :-). It means that your son has to go away for making his living. I have been away from my home for more than six years and much more away from my place. It

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Here's an online case contest with fabulous prizes (Cheese toast with chai in the canteen). Deadline: jab time mile Case Facts Following case demonstrtaes the dilemma of a famous blog writer -Impulsar: "I have decided (as in maybe-lets try) to be regular in posting on this blog. But I am already running out of ideas unless I decide to turn this blog into one of the following type of blogs: Type A

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Just when i thought life was so dull and boring in this place.. some ppl decide to turn up at the unholy hour of 3:00 am( when i was more than half asleep- close to 75% maybe) to prove otherwise.. My handsome frnd roshan wakes me up to tell me that my not so handsome frnd Rajat is looking for me.. i go outside where Raj is waiting to give me bath with a bucket full of water he is holding.. SPLASH

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This is the story of eer, beer, phatte and chettas. Eer was a smart, young girl from Andaman. Her poise and intelligence had charmed many. Phatte was a studious and determined little chap from chennai. He had always been a topper in his class . He had, what it took to do 3 majors and still come out 'pass' in a sanity check. Beer was our fun loving, booze till u drop, study if u really must-

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Many a times i have heard/overheard people complaining about the presence of dogs at IIMK. I dont think these people are fully aware of the value that these dogs bring to the table (not the mess table). Well i think these dogs add value to life at IIMK in the following ways:They act as watch-dogs: meaning u have to watch out for them, lest they decide that u have put on too much weight and could

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“So long as there are men there will be wars “--Albert Einstein Since time immemorial, men (and sometimes women) have fought and historians have faithfully recorded their wars. So, keeping the tradition alive, here is a blow by blow account of a war in which we all have participated – sometimes willfully, sometimes not so willfully. 1st battle of OCS: The first battle of OCS was fought on the

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I have this habit of playing one song on winamp when i go to sleep..basically i get bored of the song after a while and this induces a very sound sleep.Now my friend KNS 'danger' srinivas complains about this.. But i believe that he is making an unreasonable demand. He cant sleep with the song playing and i cant sleep without it. talking from an Enviormental economics point of view- To get rid of

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A Pakistani delegation is on campus. I m sure they are all nice ppl. Atleast khandoo will agree and Rana will reserve his comment. But i couldnt help posting this joke. it should be viewed as my effort for world peace. All in good humor. One day, as the sardar taxi driver was driving along he saw a priestlooking for a ride. He pulled the taxi over. He asked the priest, "Where are you going,

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The English speaking world is divided into two- those who have read my blog and those who will read it!Ok thoda zaada ho gaya.. first of all let me tell you about my core competency- the one i haven't been able to leverage for a sustainable competitive advantage- atleast not yet.It is my impulsive nature - a friend of mine has christened me 'Pulsar' because i keep getting these (im)pulses. My

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