I'm in a island in the middle of somewhere. The sky fiery above and the waters a red crimson stretching as far as the eye can see. Is it summer? There are no tall swaying palm trees here, a gull renders its voice to the environment every once in a while. Its just me and my 7-year old Creative speakers against the emptiness.

That first para felt good. Where am I though? In Fin classes in the mornings, yes. A place I never in the wildest of my imagination placed myself. In a place where the word "place" brings to my mind the prospect of answering vague questions like "mention a situation where you were immoral as crazy" in less than 200 words. A place where a esume is a weapon calibrated to the minutest detail, where an extra comma doesn't find its place(there's that word again). The word "summer" in the middle of winter brings up images of me sitting in that hot seat again screaming "please let me complete" all over again. But lets get back to that Fin class.

There are certain exceptions and notions that one enters into an institute with. Some of them ain't always turn out quite right. :D To steer away from being politically incorrect here, lemme jus say that all the good ole gulti bald-headed beacons of education here somehow remind me of the same breed I left behind. :) Education is an intriguing concept and its now that I am finally starting to get me some of the "education". This place is a great example of being inch-perfect in concept and not so very blessed in practice. I do pre-reading before classes, how is that for a sea change? I hear everyone around cribbing that there's too much load and that class presentations must be banned. That a report everyday is a concept for nuts. But then, when you are like me - a "student" passing out of a system steeped in ancient practices - you want more of it. I do crib, I do make it sound like we are all here for learning in alternate ways, all the while hoping that the perennial sword of assignments hanging over my empty head is not taken away. What am I trying to say? That I'm slowly starting to learn how to make me learn. :D

In other news, this blogging thingy is apparently a big thing. There are people out there (other than the 30-35 who know my identity) who are cognizant of my identity. There are people who monitor this slice of the internet that I have here. There are institutes who sue you for defamation. There are losers who need to get some perspective. Okay, it wasn't me - I ain't half that famous. Head over here for further details though >> http://youthcurry.blogspot.com/2005/10/lies-damned-lies-and-fake-blogs.html   My benign neighbour is a celebrity now! Oh where lies my spotlight! 8-}

They are starting to speak all those big words here now "GDP", "bonds", "loss", "cost" all those things. :-s We are also starting to use smaller words like "segmentation", "positioning" and all those fine terms. \:D/  

Finally, its great to be calling myself "a creative, self-motivated individual" again. To say all that crap feels good, real good. Here's wishing me all the very best for the next 2 weeks.


PS: I won myself the 2nd prize in a phodahgrafy kontest hea. I knew all those hours spent under the moonlight trying to take that ONE shot would pay off. :D Below is my entry. Titled "Waste Committee's Transport", go figure!



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