Its ironic that the India customer boasts about buying something cheap rather than costly

:pray

No time for customary en-route post....

travelling to blore... new job new life....

:pray

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This time I did not write my End -of-term blog. Was the last term break, after this I I will be leaving college and going on the end-of-college break. But anyways, let me ramble something about my arbit thought.

1. Indian parents - adorable monsters

Its like they get control of our lives by taking care of us for all our lives you know, they will insist on providing for you higher education, who should you marry, g how you should behave, wether you can go out now, or is it too late, who should you meet, wether you can drink or not, what time you should get up and so on and on and on. But they will also keep on caring for you, providing for our food, shelter, education and all the frivolities. We are not expected to work and earn our own pocket money, while studying we should concentrate on studies and not worry about earning. I kept on telling my parents that i don't want either, i don't want you to pay my fees nor look for a groom for me, but they want to do both... their love doesn't understand that. It is so difficult to fight love.

2. The art of selling

Well, studying in a b-school, me and my friends tend to get into lots and lots of debates and fruitless arguments about marketing and selling, trying to prove ourself among a group of equally naive and removed-from-reality people. When i went to my home town this vacation, shopkeepers, salesmen who have surely never been in a proximity of a b-school and not know what IIM is in any case showed me what selling is.

Well, I went into a shop to get just a screw tightened in my specks, coming out the shopkeeper had sold me new glasses worth 2K, I could see what he is doing all along, What all he is playing on, how he is praising me and then praising the product, my mind kept on telling me 'see now he is doing this' 'see now he will do that' but in the end i had bought those glasses. Another similar thing happened in a shoe-shopowhen i cam out carrying 3 packets instead of intended one.

Take away -

• Alternately praise the customer and the product
• Understand the customer- first one sold me the specks by saying you can appreciate the brand and this stuff, other people cant, he guessed that i would fall for that,
• Make them feel special - always offer the 'discount' that is 'only for you madam' coz 'you are our special customer'
• Service - "come anytime and change madam' 'no problem we are sitting here only whole day', 'madam you should have tea madam'
• Doing a little more - People from a leading matrimony site, on which my parents registered me :| actually called and offered assistance in setting up the account and in general going about things, which adds to customer satisfaction.

3. Infosys -

It is the most talked about company in an MBA course, I cannot think of a subject where the Infosys name has not been cited. Some times critiqued most times admired but never never ignored. Talk about the Corporate governance of Infy, or its internal employee management practices in HR and CGCSR classes. look at the CSR initiatives and the whole session goes by just talking about Infy. Come to the finance classes and the you get astounded by the returns from Infy stocks. Or go to the Valuations and Real Options class and where you least expect it, Infy again is the subject of discussion, it values its human capital. So we learn to value it too. Talk about entrepreneurship or talk of marketing(or the lack of it) Infy is there. Truly there is something about this great company and there is so much to learn and gain from this Indian Software giant. I feel so good to be associated with it.

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Its like one of the most cliched dialog, something which if i have not heard then at least experienced many a times but it rattled me off like anything today. May be it was just an aberration after coming to K or maybe its been long since I ventured out to play with guys.

A comment by one asshole in a badminton match "ladki hai... dont play hard" shook me so badly, i just could not take it lightly and shrug it off. It is not new, it is not an out of the world experience, its just that it irritated me so badly, I am no badminton player, but at least they let could me loose with dignity.

Anyways, maybe i just need to learn to handle this coz the Indian MCP has a long way to go before he evolves into something more tolerable.

huh.. I hate when i sound like a man hating feminist :|

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Whenever i travel, or go to any new place, i find myself expectantly looking around. There is this invisible pull, ears keep straining to hear someone calling my name, eyes dart looking for a familiar face, walk or smile. There is no one in particular whom i am searching, its just a feeling of meeting someone. I always feel it will be good to meet someone I know, unexpected, forgotten from good old days of the past, just like that.

My eyes keep on searching the crowds. I am unable to decipher this behavior of mine. I do this even when I am not alone. Is this just a transient behavior, or is it something deeper, search for someone more important in my life. 

It sounds idiotic, but since when did i take the onus of sounding intelligent. 

EoT - 4

Time for the customary end of term blog. So term 4 also ended. I feel i am only writing end of term blogs, why is time flying by so fast!!

But first about this term, the term somehow ended even before starting properly. There wasnt much load, werent many classes, classes were so dispersed that i never felt bogged down by them, except for the tiring ERC classes which forced me into a brain dead state.

I cant think of anything that happened over the term, which is worth mentioning. I witnessed a self fulfilling prophecy about myself, but later it just became an illusion when I messed up CB. Some good friends wont be here for next term, which is kinda sad.

: I dont have anything to write about this stupid term.

Learnings: academic - none

personal - friends are great, too much friendship is bad, no friends is even worst, forced friends are worst than even worst.

Update: I learnt to solve Rubic's Cube :)

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"Once again a hotch potch post written in a high state of agitation and disturbance. I am just so confused about arranged marriages (ya, I know confusion is my default state, but still). Apart from the usual blah blah of not knowing the person well enough in arranged marriages etc etc, they just do not feel right, I just don’t feel good about going in for an arranged marriage coz I feel it violates the individual in me, Its like that, the environment becoming stronger than the individuals and people dissolving in their surroundings. I pisses me off that the guy whom I might marry will not know a thousand things about me before committing himself to me, and even after marriage he wont know atleast 200 that shape me, I might hide them perpetually. He will be married more to my environment and everything vice versa. This feeling of something not being right is much more stronger for me than the scare I feel about marriage itself. Ya Ya I know that I can actually know him well before actually getting married, but will both of us be that forthright, that truthful about ourself? I know I’ll act good, I know I’ll show that I am a better person than I actually am.Actually putting it in a very B-schoolish style, there are 3 things that should click in a person for marriage : 1. It’s the person he truly is, his thoughts, you know, the connection that two people develop because of their intrinsic natures. 2. The wrapper characteristics : Looks, family, income, etc etc 3. The meanest, scariest, the society. In a love marriage the first one has the highest importance, with the other two following in the order, while the sequence reverses in an arranged marriage. I hate the society having the most importance, I don’t want to live for the so called society, ewweeee, Its wrong, Its collective will crushing an individual., And I know I suddenly sound like Ayn Rand, but Its just not acceptable, it questions my individuality. Lot more to crib about, but later. Should I change my blog name to the crib-o-junction, I think that will suit it more…. " written sometime in mid may

Its July, a lot has changed, some of my perceptions about arranged marriages have changed too. They are like taking  a lottery on life, you might hit a jackpot or make a jack ass of yourself for forever. But the order remains - society, wrapper and then individual. And the expectations are huge... and whatever the modern indian male pretend to be, he hasn't changed, he is still his mamma's boy.