Try commenting without the use of following words: aww, cute, sweet, (ok enough)
This is 200th post published on my blog!

-24°C, dressed shabbily, sleep deprived, debt laden, searching for identity, yet delighted…
Rant:
I registered priyank.com in September 1999, barely 6 months after I first started using a computer (after 12th grade, kinda late). I remember the thrill of discovering Notepad on a black & white computer running windows 3.1 and DOS, the apprehension of using the mouse and 14-kbps shell access to text-only internet (no pictures, colors, graphics). Today, 8.5 years after losing my computer-virginity, I look back at those days with wonder and awe.
I created my first website in early 2000 and in all the time it existed, it has served no useful purpose to the world, other than to entertain myself.
A look at the Archives would reveal that the ‘blog’ part of this website was born only in June 2005, thats approx 2.7 years back. Till then, my website was a collection of static pages, seldom updated, and filled with stuff that fascinated me then
The last 8 years (18-26 years) were the formative years of who I am today and this is vividly reflected in my writings (wow that sounds like an elegant word). It has become my habit to read older posts and have a laugh
Some of the things I blogged about two years ago were really immature and childish, and I’m sure that two years into the future I’d have the same opinion about today.
Apart from serving as a convenient online public journal to add on to my personal diary, I’ve made some wonderful contacts via this website all these years. Thanks for all the love showered by you, yes you reader, by means of the comment box, e-mail, chats and real world interactions. I admit, it has given me nothing but encouragement all along.
So let me invite you to join the party with me to celebrate an important milestone of this blog (and the website). Why? Because you are an essential part of it
cheers!
![The [tag]Milky Way[/tag]](http://priyank.com/images/weblog/2007/2007-08-04_milky-way.jpg)
Shall I go, shall I stay, 107 light years away
many times, so many doubts, But no reason to talk aboutMission is over, mission is done, I will miss you, children of the sun
But it’s time to go away, Goodbye milky way
For a better world without hate, Follow your heart, believe in fate
Only visions and the mind, Will guide you to the light
Mission is over mission is done, I will miss you children of the sun
But it’s time to go away, Goodbye milky way
Mission is over, mission is done, I will miss you children of the sun
I go home until someday, I say goodbye, goodbye milky way
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Something always happens to me before my birthday. I feel lost, I search, I feel happy, I’m sad…
[Photo credit: Astropics.com, Lyrics: "Good bye Milky Way", by [tag]Enigma[/tag]]
I don’t know if this makes any sense to those who are not studying the course I am studying. Haha, I dont care (its my websites). Yes I do care (almost all the visitors are not my classmates)… blah blah… (and the argument continues…)
Please ignore these instructions: Read the following text very slowly because the sentences are forbidding, jumbled, tricky and excessively long and it would help if you could break the words into individual syllabi (but how would that help?), but of course, don’t blame me if you cannot understand what I wrote, I already said that they are meaningless. (Recall all the stuff they told us about being nice to people who use English as second language). Here we go (I don’t really know what this phrase means, but I like it):
I spent over a day sucking up the immeasurable amount of data in the ‘Skills for Leadership and Governance’ portal (the devilish course I am going to talk about). I trust the professor expects us to input into our brains as much information as we can, so that, in the future when braced with an ‘Oh my god, what should I do now!’ kinda situation, the angelic re-framing techniques would appear and relieve our suffering. I have a degree in engineering (and so far that seems to work against everything here), and we engineers (wink) are used to a straightforward method of addressing things. So, in spite of having a hundred possible ways of absorbing data into the brain, this stuff simply declined to enter. Aargh! I hate disobedient children (wait a minute, what are children doing here? (maybe it’s a ‘metaphor’? (oh I am over using the brackets (stop! Stop!)))) (see, all brackets closed dutifully (yeah I am so systematic)). Ok back to what I was talking about (there are so many distractions in this world, really!).
So, I start thinking about the stuff I just read on the website. Don’t be surprised, I am allowed to think (its called freedom of thought, or something). I was trying to apply those techniques to my [tag]personal case[/tag], but they won’t fit. Of course they won’t fit directly into situations! We are MBA students and we cannot expect to be spoon fed (although that would have been nice). These techniques are supposed to be ‘applied’ to the problem and not ‘substituted’ (as if the problem was a math equation). So I analyze further, and further, and further…. Eureka! (Hey stop picturing me naked) I found some stuff I can relate to
(Ok now start picturing me dance around the room). No sooner than I found this, I started feeling funny. Initially I thought that the clock has malfunctioned (cheap electronics goods – is it Chinese?) but it was really 3AM and I still had to cook dinner. Indeed, by breaking regular habits, we DO find solutions.
Now comes the most difficult part – putting it down on paper. And, in English. Oh God help me, (I suddenly remember the smiling ladies in ‘learn English is 30 days’ type advertisements in Indian papers. I should have gone there instead of coming to Canada. What’s with the MBA anyway?? (ok we are diverting from the topic)). So I spent the next few hours hammering at my keyboard (it’s a feather hammer, don’t worry). Soon, it was almost 5 AM and that reminded me of the things preached by ancient scholars and sages – “Wake up early and study”. Wow! I feel enlightened already (hey could you check if there’s a halo behind my head?). Such are the joys of mental masturbation.
PS: Mental Masturbation is a slang term for engaging in intellectually stimulating conservation with little or no apparent practical purpose. The phrase is often associated with academics who engage in discourse that many people find uninteresting or irrelevant.
From notebooks and workbooks in primary school to machines and chemicals in engineering.
From a kid who fumbled with his underwear in kindergarten to an executive who is trying a perfect tie for his formals.
From the time you prided yourself on writing a book report to the time when you were skeptical about that project report.
From the days when you walked your way to school to save a couple of rupees for the evening snack to the days when you had lavish parties with glasses of booze and all the junk food.
Things change so fast, and no sooner than you start understanding them, bang! they change again.

Tomorrow is my last day at work before I take a 2 year break for higher studies. It’s been a memorable journey of three years as a Planning Engineer, starting from Aker Kvaerner and ending at Tecnimont ICB.
I’m going to miss the life of a [tag]work[/tag]ing man. I surely am.
I’m going to miss the bus ride to office, I’m going to miss the [tag]cubicle[/tag] and my [tag]desk[/tag], I’m going to miss the free telephone, printing and scanning facilities, I’m going to miss the arguments and discussions, I’m going to miss the endless [tag]meetings[/tag], I’m going to miss the pressing deadlines, I’m going to miss the bar charts, I’m going to miss the occasional pizza with the [tag]project[/tag] manager, I’m going to miss the long chats over cups of tea, I’m going to miss my colleagues, I’m going to miss the receptionist.
But the most important thing I’m going to miss is – my [tag]paycheck[/tag]! (No points for guessing this)


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