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My nervousness over the complete lack of preparation before landing in China was given some relief when I met Sanket, my roommate in Ann Arbor and in Shanghai, on the plane. We were lucky enough to have met some current students from CEIBS who were also coming back from India and were kind enough to make sure we reached the campus safely. From there on out, it was a completely awesome experiences where I learnt about China, its people, its economy and most of all, had fun just being there. Here I am trying to capture some key fun facts I learnt on my way: 1. Everyone in China uses WeChat! Me and Sanket, unlike most exchange students at CEIBS had decided to stay on the campus to make the logistics easier and to reflect our complete lack of preparation. It was not that we had not tried to find accommodation in Puxi (the more happening part of the city) but just that sitting in Michigan it was very hard for us to trust something which we could not understand in Chinese. Reaching la
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Bleeding

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”  --Ernest Hemingway One was to imagine that if one is good with one's intentions, good stuff will happen. One is truly amazed on how something immaterial to one can still pain so much. One is always sure about the trivial things in life, but so confused when something important comes up, that one lets the people who should matter get away in search and hope for people who should not matter. One can think about the past and still think that maybe its karma. Maybe, the bad stuff does come to bite you in the ass after a while. One can relate to the pain one has given, one can feel how it must have felt, even though one was clear this may happen. One feels humbled about the past and unsure about the future. One does not know the direction which one is headed to, neither the path one is going to take to get there. One simply decides to twirl and spin until one is blind to any sense of direction,

Parents ask the darnest questions

This post is a tribute to a dear friend's blog writing style. a: What is that? b: Its an ipod......ipod touch!! a: I thought it was an iphone... b: No, its an ipod. a: Or a mini-ipad. b: Its an ipod. a: (after fiddling with it for a while) What is the difference between this an ipad anyway?? b: Lots of difference... a: Like what? b: Well the ipad has got better connectivity.. a: How? b: You can make calls from it...but only if you have the 3G one... a: Ok, What else? b: ipad has got a camera... a: I am assuming a better version of this thing would also have a camera... b: Well, Yeah, but......(cant think of any more differences)...ipad has a bigger screen... a: (giving a very "not so impressed" look) a: My Dad b: me (after trying to convince my dad to get an ipad for the last three months)

Jaundiced

Ok, maybe some of you have gone through what I am going through, or probably something even worse, but being sick for long really kicks out the life out of you. During our ever so busy lives, we sometimes think about getting sick so that we can relax a little and utilize those sick days the company gives us so generously every year. We think we would call in sick, everybody would immediately be understanding and supportive, and there would be lots of sitting around the house not doing anything but watch matinee TV. Well, that was what atleast I thought. First of all, TV programming during day time is I think the reason most people show up at the office in the first place. Its full of the repeats of what you watched the previous evening mostly and the only 'fresh' content during daytime are the soaps, which obviously are not an option unless you want a slow and very painful death. Second, the benefits of falling sick last only like a week or so, after which the things tha

Maybe

Sometimes you get the feeling, that you are not worth anything. That all you have inside you is just a blank canvas in front. You have the pallet ready, filled with the basic colors, ready to paint what your heart desires. Maybe I paint a fountain, maybe a hill, maybe some people, with smiles and grins. You look at the canvas, you see it unfulfilled, you see the absurdness, and you look at your quill. Maybe I make an outline, with some hills and some fountains, or people laughing, sun shimmering through the mountains. Then you think of the picture, and you suddenly get depressed, for it not be the one that one set. How can I paint, with such a limited pallet, I must have it, much more expanded. You think of painting the perfect picture, but can thy paint, that is the question. Maybe the palet, maybe the image, maybe the brush and the quill. You think of it all, while the canvas remains empty, adding to your feeling.

To be or not to be

I have always wondered about myself, if engineering was the right path for me or would I have been happier and more satisfied being a DU student. There are several reasons why this question surfaces again and again, and for no good reason rattles me by painting a very different "what-if" kind of picture. One of the first reason is my current job and the people I meet in my company. If there is anything I like about my present organisation is that it is so diverse and full of so many kinds of people, that one ends up getting exposed to new perspectives on a continuous basis. In my student life, my perspectives however rich or 'bright' were more or less similar from what I would get from the very next person on the campus. In my office however, there is such multiplicity of opinion, such range of thought and thought processes, such diversity in analyzing a problem, that one truly ponders as to which side I belong to. If it is to be believed that all wisdom is nothi

Kleptomania

Take a moment to think about the best period in your life so far. I am not talking about moments, but a period of life which you feel, you were generally happy. My guess is, that barring childhood of course, it would have been a period where you were most busy. Busy doing work maybe, busy organizing things, busy managing people in your life, or anything else for that matter. But it would never be the period when you have had nothing to do. And believe me I am not saying that you were happy because you were so busy, all I am saying is that you were happy because maybe, just maybe, you could steal time. Steal time to do things you could not manage to do while you were busy. Something you wanted to do but never could afford to because of the time constraints and leading you to steal time from whatever that was keeping you busy and being happy for a while. Atleast I remember my best times in life, have not been when I had nothing to do. They in fact have been the worst to be honest. I thin