Term 3...

I've just come to a slightly sad realisation. I'm either blogging about impending exams, thus a long silence, or I'm blogging about exam results, thus a longer silence. But fact remains, blink, and you miss a mid-term. Catch 40 winks...and whoosh! Term's over! It's not like I don't feel like blogging. My time management needs some tweaking...still.

So here we are in that now familiar cycle. Break --- Rejoin --- Get rogered -- give exams -- crib over unfairness --- get more rogered --- End terms. I don't remember the last time I truly stopped to smell the roses, pick up the wildflowers, etc etc. Or the last time I got that poetic.

Anyway, so term 2 was (yet another) disappointment exam-wise, but it was truly an eye-opener. For instance, I'm not taking any sort of job that requires me to do linear/non-linear/binary/integer or any other form of programming. NO MORE DMOP! That rules out ops. With every passing day I'm actually ruling out finance and marketing as well. So that leaves only strategy as a potential major. Believe me, I really didn't want to arrive at this conclusion by elimination!!!! Let me state here, for the record, that if the administration gives me a degree today with a GPA of slightly above 3.0 and kicks me out, then I'm more than willing to accept.

Bombay was great, as ever. The nervous energy is intact, my friends just as busy as ever, and my dad as relaxed as ever. Colleagues are rocking Network18, while I rocked Juhu Beach and Janata. Missed the better half. Kind of reminded me on what I was missing out...and it's not even a good trade-off!

We've got interesting profs as usual. One of them has sincerely requested not to blog about/videotape his lectures and leave it for the world to see, so I'm doing just that. It's the subjects that I'm dreading. Corporate Finance (CFIN) and Management accounting and decision making (MADM) seem difficult enough to make grown men cry. As if DMOP didn't do that already!

ELP (Experiential Learning Programs) begin in earnest, ostensibly, this term. So does Aikya, where we get 'adopted' by a local Hyderabad family who become, in effect, our guardian angels, friends, confidants and suppliers of home cooked food. Fooood, glorious fooood!