this is a good idea
Here is a conversation between me and Aravind.
A: Watch this video, and tell me, does it look familiar?
Me : No. It does not look familiar.
A : Have you seen The Matrix?
Me : Yes.
A : Dood, it is a ripoff from The Matrix.
Me : Yes, I know that.
A : Then what?
Me : You asked if that video was familiar. I have never seen it before, so it is not familiar. QED.
A: 
I appeared for the Common Admission Test(CAT) conducted yesterday(Nov 18). My centre was Ethiraj College for Women, here in Chennai. As a result, the one piece of advice I got from almost everyone was to not get too distracted. I guess I should not have taken that advice, as after the test, I might have had some sense of accomplishment 
So, I reached the test centre at 9 am, a good 45 minutes before the deadline. At around 9:20am, I took the good advice of my friend to answer the call of nature ( though we were unsure about the probability of a gents toilet in a ladies college. Hey! I haven’t been to any ladies colleges till yesterday! I am good boy. Whatever.). But our fears were unfounded and we relieved ourselves(individually of course. Don’t get any ideas).
This was rather pointless for me anyways. Given the lack of adipose tissue in my body and that butterflies were having a field day in my stomach, by the time the test started, I felt like I absolutely had to go to the toilet. Well, I restrained myself and thought that perhaps it would give me a sense of urgency during the test(hah!).
So, on reading the instructions of the test, I saw that the pattern was the same as last year. So far so good. However, I felt that the paper was far tougher than CAT’06.
I wont go into the details, but it is enough for me to say that I can kiss my chances of getting any IIM call goodbye. I have made way too many idiotic mistakes and have ruined any chance I had.
To all you maths geniuses out there, I have a doubt.
90+30+21 = 140
Will this statement hold good for extremely small values of 21?
I guess I don’t deserve even the worst MBA school in the country
As I engage in a bloody battle with TQM, I find that this cool game helps me keep my sanity at the very least. I also find that Shockwave games seem a bit slow in Firefox. I use Safari or Opera to play such games.
Click here for the direct link.
A quick post, no doubt influenced by the TQM End-Semester exam I have tomorrow.
If I recall correctly, there was a question in the second internal assessment regarding the criteria for selection on suppliers.
Having not studied a word, but thinking that this was a general enough question to be attempted, I proceeded to write standard stuff like reliability, quality, punctuality and so on.
I think I got only 1 mark out of 5 for what I had written. Now, looking at the points for said question in the book, I feel I was wronged as I had more or less captured the essence of the answer.
Nevertheless, I suppose I should be thankful for getting 1 mark as it was what saved me from getting only one mark in all.
It is generally said that maturity comes with adulthood. You are supposed to take charge only after you are 18 or 21. Until then, you are, well, immature.
So what quality do you get on turning 18 that suddenly makes you mature? Or is there some biological development that starts only when you are 18(unlike everything else in the human body that develops till you are 18) ?
Maybe its because “adults” dont talk to you about serious business until you are over 18 and therefore, you dont have trysts with such adult matters until you are 18.
Perhaps it is because most people leave the security of their homes after 18 or 21. Perhaps, they become more mature as they learn to live by themselves and face life’s cruelty by themselves rather than depend on their parents.
Or perhaps its just a bloody social thing. Perhaps if kids started talking about “adult” matters earlier, within themselves or with other “adults”, then they might attain maturity earlier. But since we were not consulted in adult matters during our adolescence, why should we involve these spoilt brats who already have an inflated opinion about themselves?
However, whatever the reason, it does seem true that as you grow older, there seems to be a change for the better as far as temperament is concerned. Perhaps after 20 odd years, we finally learn a certain amount of self control and restraint (evolution hasnt blessed us with quick learning it seems).
So, after all this, the main point I am trying to convey – the essence of what I am trying to say – the crux of the issue, is that its been a very very long time since I posted for the first time
Perhaps this isnt the way to start one’s blog, but given my ignorance ( and my unwillingness to do anything about it) I shall just type what occurs to me to type.
I dont believe in God. But all beliefs, I believe are for the moment ( infer what you will ). As I grow older, I may find reasons to believe in God, but right now, I cant find any. ( However, if God does exist, I find it a bit strange that an omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent entity would not show himself/herself clearly to his/her creations. What is the need for this secrecy? Or perhaps, we dont have appointments to meet him/her in person until we die).
On the other hand, I dont think I will ever accept or be part of any organized religion. I do not like the concept of organized religion. Religion seems to require faith and a willingness to set aside logic many a time. “Because God ordained it so” is not good enough a reason for me. Does the concept of God exist to explain the stuff which we are unable to account for? Perhaps, we are trying to hide our lack of knowledge with statements of God’s will, which are not questioned that readily.
A story tends to change with every retelling. If I tell a story today, then in all probability, when it is retold by others shortly thereafter, it may be altered in terms on content or intent. I take such stories with a pinch of salt, accepting that it has been modified from the original atleast once. So it is hardly surprising that I doubt the veracity of the scriptures and holy books that are said to contain the messages of a God to the masses. How can I accept the interpretation of the person who noted the messages of a God? How can I be sure that the author captured the true meaning and spirit behind the rules and principles laid down by the God? Is it not possible that he misunderstood something?
Even if he noted it correctly, when people made more copies of it, what is the guarantee that it was not tweaked to advance their own agenda? To establish their rule over men? Accept me as King and God’s representative on Earth, or be damned for eternity!!!
It seems to me as though a religion originated from the needs of a few men who attempted to structure the lives lived by humans. Wise men, who could not dissuade their fellow beings from robbery, murder and so on, were perhaps forced to use the power of a mythical god to bring order to their society. They might have formed their religion keeping in mind the needs of their society at that point of time, using God here and there to keep people in line, where logic failed.
I am loosing interest in continuing, so I shall wrap it up with this. Given the existence of so many religions and Gods, what could possibly be the truth?
1) Only one God exists. All religions are actually referring to this one being, but through different names. If this be the case, why is there so much of violence due to religions? And why isnt this on benevolent and just God putting an end to all this mindless and meaningless violence?
2)Multiple Gods exist. Here either all Gods are ruling this universe together(but this raises similar issues as point 1) or there is actually a war going on among them to decide who is the Ultimate Ruler of the Universe(yeah I have been reading too many fantasy novels and playing games like Age of Mythology). If this be the case, then people are in trouble if their God does not emerge as the winner(or one of the winners,if they have alliances).
3)No God exists. All put forth by men/women wishing to gain control over others/
Future’s kind of bleak, if you ask me 
