Ahem.
Here's my new plan - I am now chucking this blog. Because I realized its too complicated to write on 2 blogs! Sigh. So much for fancy planning.
So now - the old blog shall be re-opened! Yay!
Find here: Not Inhibited
(yeah ok - don't bother to read it if you have a whole life to lead and can't be bothered with silly girls and their ever-changing blogging plans. i wont mind.)
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The Big Fat Greek MBA
Oh, what great big plans we make.
It took me not one, but two trips to Pune to finally be able to pick up a pen. Buying spiral-bound notebook after spiral-bound notebook didnt do what two weeks of swine flu managed to do.
But more on that later. :)
The MBA journey has been unexpectedly kind to me so far. I was never an MBA-aspirant. Nah. I was too good for this world - an artist, a poet, a philosopher, a scientist - anything but this. I was not made for the mundane suit-and-tie world of corporate ass-kissing. And MBA was neither art nor science. It was just plain old filthy commerce. HR was psychology, packaged and dressed to cost more; marketing was mass communication, but in a pretty gown and thick red lip color; Operations was physics, with extra jargon and more sell ability; and finance was - well, there really isnt a good enough way to describe what finance was.
But then, like Transformational Leadership itself, Manju maam descended from some holy heaven, and TG and Dagny and Gautam sir and everyone at IMS, and suddenly the MBA bandwagon seemed to have a lot more to offer. Suddenly, MBA was Management - a life skill, Business - sheer power, Leadership - change. It was art, science and commerce in a delicious amalgamation of supernatural proportions, the ultimate in any educational experience.
I owe all these people so much. Not because their shiny, sparkly words sold MBA to me, but because they showed, through their actions, how business can be beautiful. How it can actually move mountains, change people, places, planets. How it can be the answer to all your questions - the ones you thought you had all but figured out, and the ones you were yet to ask.
They showed. By doing and being. Not just by saying. There's no one like Manju maam and the others, and I will never forget my first return on this investment.
The exams were a different story though. They always are :) I had my fumbles and falters, but eventually - that which had to be was. And yesterday, once again, I realized how good I had it here, and how holy glad I was that it did happen.
But again, more on that later. :)
Maybe the MBA journey is being kind to me for a reason. Maybe its buying its time. Its trying to convert a non-user after all :) These hard-sellers know their game way too well. Ah well, I cant complain yet.
It took me not one, but two trips to Pune to finally be able to pick up a pen. Buying spiral-bound notebook after spiral-bound notebook didnt do what two weeks of swine flu managed to do.
But more on that later. :)
The MBA journey has been unexpectedly kind to me so far. I was never an MBA-aspirant. Nah. I was too good for this world - an artist, a poet, a philosopher, a scientist - anything but this. I was not made for the mundane suit-and-tie world of corporate ass-kissing. And MBA was neither art nor science. It was just plain old filthy commerce. HR was psychology, packaged and dressed to cost more; marketing was mass communication, but in a pretty gown and thick red lip color; Operations was physics, with extra jargon and more sell ability; and finance was - well, there really isnt a good enough way to describe what finance was.
But then, like Transformational Leadership itself, Manju maam descended from some holy heaven, and TG and Dagny and Gautam sir and everyone at IMS, and suddenly the MBA bandwagon seemed to have a lot more to offer. Suddenly, MBA was Management - a life skill, Business - sheer power, Leadership - change. It was art, science and commerce in a delicious amalgamation of supernatural proportions, the ultimate in any educational experience.
I owe all these people so much. Not because their shiny, sparkly words sold MBA to me, but because they showed, through their actions, how business can be beautiful. How it can actually move mountains, change people, places, planets. How it can be the answer to all your questions - the ones you thought you had all but figured out, and the ones you were yet to ask.
They showed. By doing and being. Not just by saying. There's no one like Manju maam and the others, and I will never forget my first return on this investment.
The exams were a different story though. They always are :) I had my fumbles and falters, but eventually - that which had to be was. And yesterday, once again, I realized how good I had it here, and how holy glad I was that it did happen.
But again, more on that later. :)
Maybe the MBA journey is being kind to me for a reason. Maybe its buying its time. Its trying to convert a non-user after all :) These hard-sellers know their game way too well. Ah well, I cant complain yet.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
PPS : "and so another begins..." :)
Here we are.
I reached a place where life was taking off in a new direction, on unexpected lines. And after much deliberation, I decided to follow.
For all those who continue to visit this link, it may be a surprise to see all the changes. Fortunately or otherwise, I felt it was time for a new line, more colors, different purposes and bigger news.
The old blog lives on however, just at a new address :)
And for the curious ones, the title source:
My formula for happiness: a Yes, a No, a straight line, a goal
- Friedrich Nietzsche
I reached a place where life was taking off in a new direction, on unexpected lines. And after much deliberation, I decided to follow.
For all those who continue to visit this link, it may be a surprise to see all the changes. Fortunately or otherwise, I felt it was time for a new line, more colors, different purposes and bigger news.
The old blog lives on however, just at a new address :)
And for the curious ones, the title source:
My formula for happiness: a Yes, a No, a straight line, a goal
- Friedrich Nietzsche
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