I'm 25...

Just celebrated my 25th b'day yesterday.I seemed like the end of an era. Looking back the last 25 years have been pretty good. Donno what the next 25 has in store. The week running into my b'day was also a good. I got a job from campus..felt like a perfect climax to celebrate the first 25 years.
Celebrating birthdays at hostel are an experience here. You have people assembling at your door at the stroke of midnight and everyone has that killer look on them. They are there for giving you birthday bumps. Birthday bumps in this part of the world entails the birthday boy getting kicked hard on his lower back by everyone. Amazing custom this is. The poor chap is left standing the whole of his birthday after the generous shower. Anyways the whole thing is fun. Feels sad that this is gonna be my last celebration in this fashion.
I love birthdays. You feel very special. Everybody smiles at you, you get to hear the best things, old friends call up. Its the best day of the year. But yesterday for the first time I felt I'm getting old. Maybe the number 25 has the effect. See I have already mentioned "25" 6 times in the blog. The fact that I have not gotten any wiser or responsible over the years has an even worse effect.

Maybe its part of getting old, to get the feeling you are getting old or maybe I should shut up now..

signing off

I'll be bback..

The art of form filling

One of the best parts of being in a B-school(Indian B-School) is the placements. But the better part is filling company application forms. Now please these are not just application forms, every form has a set of really really personal questions. They want to know it all. It starts with what are your strengths? areas of improvement? career choice? and just goes on and on and on...have you led a team?If yes how, where, when, why?.. Some forms have really innovative questions..how do you measure success?..I just really wanted to answer it as "I usually use a ruler scale". The worst part of it is that all these needs to filled by hand. For people like me who have really gifted hand writings, the elimination starts even before the form has been read.
Its been one week of really hectic form filling and now I'm really irritated. Its 2:30 in the night and I have to think of an instance in which I used an innovative approach. Most of the innovations in my life have been of the censured variety, can't really write them in the application form. Anyways I have become one experienced story teller now. I can tell the same story in 75, 100, 500 or 1500 words. maybe i'll write something about how I used partial differentiation to explain why 2+2=4 in my 1st grade.
Guess I need some sleep. Good night...

I'll be back