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hey bangalore rocks.. ha ha.. rocks so hard that it hurts..ur pocket hurts.. man!! new to this place.. had a fight early in the morning with my landlord..then the auto walla cheated me and got a large meter reading.. my boss didnt give me any work today.. so sitting here.. going thru local websites.. finding a plce to move in.. OK the point is.. why r there some creepy people on this planet u just cant stand...they keep staring at u and ur work.. in ur workstation, in the cafeteria..everywhere..weird..they have a problem with everything u do.. my landlord, boss they all come in this category.. Hyd was sure gooooood...  once a hyderabadi.. always a hyderabadi...

ok boss!! end term exams sitting on my head like yamraj on a 90 year oldy...what is this CGPA...i mean i'm happy doing all those assignments, projects..after all what is the big deal in that...open ur laptop...just do ICCP(intelligent cut copy paste)... sab chalta hai..(cheating is in my blood, after all im an indian...) but these exams...salla ek ek din me teen teen exam...hellooo im human..not a jadoo from koi mil gayee...one small brain..as it is there are sooo many other important things to store...gossip,list of eating joints(mess food..baby u dont wanna try..trust me..) porn,list of my crushes..birthdates..poor my brain..ok ..the worst part is they expect me to do an intern for two months right after my exams...kya bakwaas hai...MBA (mera banayegi achaar...bad one!!) ok so what if its in bangalore...so what if its in one of the best companies in the country..so what if they are paying me a huge stipend..no i cant trade off with my garmiyon ki chutii...i want to come to hyd...yes i accept i'm ready to let go off all that money and bull shit learning for hyd and home... ok...im normal again...getting too senti...see this  is what i was trying to explain..exams make u go crazy and write rubbish....ok my supply chain management books and my econometrics is calling me..chao..

bschool again...yaar this holi i mean.. no offence to anyone..these ancient gods.. didnt they get bothered playing holi and spoiling their prim and proper get up with those thousand tonnes of gold.. strange..anywyas we indians need an excuse to waste time.. no cribbing but i wasted my entire afternoon for this...so u see ..campus, u cant escape those guys..they somehow bribe the watchman and get u down the building.. the n layers of vaseline and oiled hair.. baby nothing works when these hooligans corner u..in usual circumstances it does get a little scary.. u guys get touchy sometimes..naughty!! but then here we all are great friends..so all that out of question..things here in campus are very simle.. these guys(u cant make out the difference amongst them.. they all look the same..BAD..)pull u..throw in the mud..put the water pipe over u..and all those other girls gigle forgeting that their turn wold come soon..very simple..they colour u drench u...the worst part is that after being in water for soo long..u have to go and bath again for like a couple of hours..try try til u succeed..thats the mantra..holi hai bhai holi hai..bura na mano holi hai...

Doomsday

Simply Confused Managers Having Ridiculous Diversity.

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Well we all dream of that perfect  MBA campus life

come out fast!!!  did u touch my wadrobe....pls switch off the lights...i'm sure any of u ever been to a hostel would know what i'm exactly talkin about....ha..those days...well stayin in ahostel for 5 yrs now...those scornful looks of the warden, that sambhar with inevitable hair and nails...ah that taste...downstairs the wardens chamcha gossiping with the warden,,,upstairs girls using the heated ...increasing the wardens bill and his blood presure...sneaking out from the back door..guys waiting half a kilometre away for the girl to come out... oh those amazing and unforgettable days...hostel... "houseful of lunatics."