The art of being jobless

Yes! That's right! If collecting rocks, stones and toilet seats and making figures out of them can be an art, if making drawings that look like roadkill can be an art and if numerous other equally useless things can be termed art.. then why not useless-ness itself be considered an art?In fact I would say being jobless is the mother of all those other 'arts'.How would I know you ask? For the pure and simple reason that at this point I would be hard pressed to find anyone else as jobless as I am. I am, what you would call in fancy terms, a connoisseur of the art of joblessness.What discriminates being jobless from say simply passing time, or procrastination is that there actually IS nothing to do. Jobless people do not avoid doing work like procrastinators, they are not simply passing time till they find something better to do. They are fully aware that there is nothing to do and lack the motivation to find something to do. For example watching tv is what I would call passing time. Jobless people won't even do that, instead they will wander around a bit.. pick up the remote, have an internal moral debate whether they should really be watching tv, decide that it is impossible to decide and put the remote down and wander off somewhere else.Walking aimlessly is aslo a part of the activities of jobless people... if you don't mind the oxymoron in there. Walking and looking like they are involved in some deep philosophical thought or thinking about something important is not an easy thing to do and that's what makes it an art. You either have it or you don't and jobless people, thanks to quite a lot of practice, have perfected this walk.Another thing jobless people do is write complete nonsense... and sometimes subject other people to it! Which is precisely what I am about to do....

hong kong or that big gorilla...

movie review time.. !I went and saw Hong Kong.. sorry I meant King Kong. Whatever. It was Sasikumar who said he wanted to watch Hong Kong in his drunk state.. so for me the movie has forever earner the title of Hong Kong.So for a one line review - take some jurassic park, some titanic, add a little bit of Tarzan, mix it al up and season it with a little bollywood emotion and then let evolution go wild!... so much for that.Now that a couple of days have passed since I wrote that review and much has happened since then I will move on to the next topic.I have decided to reform and quit being an alcoholic....mostly because my poor laptop went on a beer drinking binge (entirely involuntarily) causing it much harm. In light of those events I am going to stop drinking more than once a week! This condition of course does not hold once my second trimester results are out.On a more random note... one of the most annoying things in the world is to have broadband internet that's got unlimited hours and be not able to use it. Damn sify! I have to resort to primitive methods like using dial up, opening up this page, disconnecting and then writing this out and I will connect again to publish it. Admittedly that's the true blue desi way and if I didn't have better options I would be doing that gleefully but since I do, it becomes very painful.Time to reconnect and publish this post....

bored out of my brain...

how bored can a bored person be? SO SO SOOOOO bored that Im sitting here and writing about it. And actually hoping that other people will be bored enough to read it. Considering that only two other people read this blog... the chances of that happening are pretty low. And the chances of them being bored even less. So my blog post is doomed to rot in the dark corridors of anonymity. Which makes me wonder ...does anonymity have corridors? I mean why corridors... it could be anything...drawers, basement or whatever else can hold things.As seen from my previous sentence the state of my mind is not exactly what you would call functioning at an optimal level.... or any level.....it's been a day since I wrote that previous stuff. I got sudden inspiration to write mainly from the fact that I have a Macro Eco test tomorrow - a subject I give a crocodile's arse about and know as much as I know about a crocodile's arse.I just got told today that the maximum amount of time I can remain quiet is 10 seconds. That has seriously disturbed me because it is unfortunately very true. My brain is overloaded with nonsense that needs to get out. That explains this post. What my brain is NOT overloaded with is any sort of intellect which causes me quite a few problems in life. If only you could talk your problems away eh! I'd be the most blissful person on earth.Time to get back to studying.

home at last...

So I survived the trimester. By survival I mean I'm alive.. not that I successfully passed the trimester. This is a eulogy for my Eco grade. ... may it rest in peace since it will be incapable of doing anything else other than sinking my gpa beyond repair.
So much for that. I'm home now, averaging 12 hours of sleep. I think my mom gets alarmed sometimes at how much I can sleep. Oh if only she saw the days and nights I've spent without sleep trying to figure out the best way to get hold of someone who's done the assignment that's due in two hours (and which we've known about for at least three weeks previously).
We have these case presentations in which we put up our 'learnings' at the end of the case. I will follow that format.... except I'm putting my learnings from my trimester in the middle of this post.From IIFT I have learnt - :
1. How to be an ace googler
2. How to sleep in 15 minute snatches in a 2x2 ft space
3. That sometimes guesswork really does pay
4. That sometimes guesswork is the only option you may have
5. How to cheat using sms, cheat sheets, bathroom visits AND not feel guilty about it
6. That you will feel hungry only when there is no food around and no possibility of getting any
7. That weekends are a myth.
8. That a surprise test can be announced the day before.. so much for a surprise
9. That inspite of knowing about the surprise test you will still do miserably in it
10. .... and most importantly - no matter how much you get to sleep.. it's NEVER enough.......

11. ... actually another equally important one - most of the times alcohol can solve a lot of problems... or if it can't it can sure as hell make you think they're non existent, which is as good a state of being as any!
excuse me for sounding a little sarcastic... but I'm sure most mba's will corroborate.Well actually it's time for me to catch up on some more sleep.. so this post ends here.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

I didn't watch the Filmfare awards. I didn't watch the Oscars.. I was going to but I was on a train heading back to downtown Toronto at that time. God bless that train. I mean who decides these awards anyway? A handful of voters who are the experts.. and well who decides that these people are the experts? And then who gives the power to the deciders to decide who the experts are? You see... it's a vicious cycle.Don't you think potassium cyanide would be the easiest way of committing suicide , or maybe lethal injection. Why involve violent methods ? Of course the process of obtaining these wonderful substances would be quite painful to say the least.Went to a friend's birthday party today. He turned 26, but if you were to hear him talk it would seem he was already going through a mid-life crisis. I guess we all fear old age, unless botox is one of those things you consider a boon to humans. Or plastic surgery.. but then there is always that chance that you could end up looking like Michael Jackson. If nothing else, that particular possibility will always stop me from considering plastic surgery