Showing posts with label gd/pi. Show all posts
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17 June, 2009

A face in a sea of faces v 1.2

Post 2:

There were four ISBMites, sitting at the registration desk. And there were almost more than twenty-five my-type-aspirants; gazing at me; some with worrying faces, somebody bit smiling, bit nail-biting. Some where gossiping and some where reading newspaper and a girl (Krithika Iyer, she didn’t got selected, sorry !!!) in the first row was reading a book. (I later came to know, it was “If God was a Banker”).

I approached the desk and bid ‘Good Morning’, they all returned the salutation with a warm smile on their sparkling clean saved faces. And I was glad I had my shaving done before reaching there, thank god. Before anyone could say anything to me, I started in a soft voice, “Right now, I don’t have the hard copy of the gd/pi call letter which you people sent to me, ‘coz, I had already left my station when I received it, and I haven’t received the e-mail from you side, so right now, as I don’t have the call letter as a proof of my being a candidate, and so now, I have to prove that I’m Bhargav Trivedi.” I said mechanically as a single syllable, showing my driving license.

“Okay.” The first person said, enjoying. “What is your ISBM registration number?”

“42986”, I said immediately. Then, he started checking my number in an excel print out sheet, and when he found out my number, he blurted, “Bhargav Trivedi, right?”

“Yes.”

“Can I see your license?”

“Yes, sure.”

He checked my card, little carefully and then even compared the face on it with mine. I hardly believe, face on my license card barely meets that of present mine. But after some seconds, he found satisfied. I got my license back and permission to meet next person on the desk. So I moved forward.

“Bhargav Trivedi, right?” Second on the desk asked.

“Yes sir.” I replied, politely.

“Okay, so you’ve done online registration.”

“Yes sir.”

“Can I see your mark sheets?”

“Yes.” I showed them.

He checked everything. Right from tenth standard till my eight mark sheets of engineering. I don’t know, whether he liked his job or he was compelled to check so many documents. He compared all the marks which I had jot down in the form with my original sheets. Then he passed my form to hi neighbour and I wrote my name on a sheet. I was 23rd to register. The fourth person asked me to take the sit and wait. I did so.

I lifted my bag and turned 180 degree, and looked at the foyer sitting arrangement. I decided to sit in the first row, albeit I belong to last bench only. That reminds me of my engineering days. I sat near that novel reading girl. She wore azure colour dress with white chunni and was just deep inside the book. Just to show the attitude I took a book from my bag and started reading-The White Tiger-watching whether she is watching or not. Poor guy.

More aspirants start coming in. On my right was that girl reading-if god was a banker-and on my left came a boy in denims and jersey, was filling the form. No shaving, no hair cut, no formals, juss too casual. But I like it, his carefree nature. After say, 20 minutes, one of the ISBMite addressed us all. He gave us some instruction(s) and then commended us to go upstairs for some slide show. He elegantly drove us all to a big room with U shaped table and a big white screen and an over head lcd projector. I took the central seat at the bottom of the U, so now I could see the screen straight and clear.

Now started all the worldly gossiping, all aspirants started whispering with their neighbours. Even I did. Then came, Prof. Pratap Gupta, Director, Finance & HR. He seemed to be candid and soft spoken guy. He came with six other prominent lecturers and professors of ISB&M – nande and viman nagar campuses. Firstly he introduced himself and the rest of the team, everybody as well, said about him/her self. There was one lady in that team. After this, Prof. Gupta again turned towards us and briefed about the college. And then, asked one of the volunteer to start the video. Without any glitch, straight-forwardly, he did it and lights were turned-off. And I took a quick glance over the room before concentrating over the screen, and I could see sparkles in everybody’s eyes’. Everybody had the aim, aim ‘bout getting into this new alma matter.

After completion of the video, Prof. Gupta said something ‘bout Prof. Robert J. Aumann - who is a Noble laureate for his Game Theory in the field of Physics – who came to the Pune Campus on 16th and 17th February 2009. Then started a power point presentation about college and teaching pedagogy. He gave a running commentary during the presentation. Then, last but not the least; he said few lines about the Big Daddy. I was wondering all through this, when he’s going for it, and voila he did in the end. He introduced Dr. Promod Kumar and then thanked us for listening all that so patient fully.

Again, volunteer commanded and treaded us downstairs. While coming out of the seminar room, all the team members were lined for bidding us congratulations. I liked it.

The scene in the foyer down stairs was different then. All the rumbled up chairs where lined up perfectly in through groups forming a big H. Two columns vertical and one horizontal row, and we were advised to seat according to our isbm id’s. There were 10 aspirants in each. Once we sat there, one volunteer came to our group and gave us an id card-cum-badge with simple group numbers. Mine was 7.

Those six members came downstairs and one by one shifted to three different rooms. I got the instinct which room I’m going to get allotted. Few moments passed and we were advised to move to a particular room for our GD. I had got the right premonition. We all traded into the room, thinking what the topic we have to face. Somebody took files, some didn’t. I had energy, geniality and a pen. We took the seats according to our allotted numbers and sat with proper posture and waited for our commanders to say something. I again took a round around, and I could clearly found change in the expressions on everybody’s faces. Contouring took a rudimentary change on their texture. And then, I turned towards the commanders, I mean our panel members with a little smile and curls on my face. Out of two, one of them (I don’t know the names right now, but will update shortly) opened his mouth. And shut it down. He turned his face on his left and said in low tone to the other member. Finally, the second one addressed yes. They said, GD time 15 minutes and then conclusion by any one member at the end of it, and before to that 3 minutes of preparation time. Meanwhile, one of the volunteer gave us a piece of paper for writing purpose.

Finally, they gave us our GD topic. It was, What should we do to curb terrorism?” Believe me, it was all chaos, which should not be the case actually. But it was good.

I’m writing this on 17 June, and I’ve started my packing for Pune. And I’ve made many friends – Sumit, Vicky, Gagan, Hasmukh - whom, I’m going to meet on 25th. Yippee. I’m coming Pune, beware of me.

Bhargav Trivedi

PGBM (2009-11)

ISB&M, Pune.

10 May, 2009

A Prelude of Love

Honeyed layer over soft petal,
Tender pledge over supple pinks.
Like a drop of dew on a lotus,
Love’s first touch, a virgin kiss.

A prelude of love, a caring bridge,
Trembling lips, and radiant skin,
Warm breaths and cool nose,
Crimson face and drifting hairs.

Two lips, cherry red,
In crimson love,
Lips lick-locked,
Flattered me!

A touch of four petals,
to quench the thirst.
A touch;
A touch of two leaves.

Swirling inside gently,
A humble spiraling,
And ignited a fire inside.
Inside the cave.

Bridging proved to be
The happiest hour,
The shower of sweet drops.
We bestowed the crimson love.


Her lips said,
kiss me softly,
and speak to me low
Trust me dear,
the time is near,
Kiss me dear!
And I kissed her,
And kissed her gently,
and said,
you are beautiful, dear.

I kissed her lips,
And I tasted honey.
I sniffed her hair and said,
you smell like garden of roses.

I kissed her again, and
Earth went under my feet;
My soul was no longer
with in my body.

It seemed,
I touched the sky,
And brought the moon.
I had heard of the happiness,
I actually experienced it.

I told her,
You are an angel.
You’re the lifeline,
keeping me alive.


A bliss of kiss,
A kiss on lips,
Bliss lasting till eternity,
So precious, so sweet.

The first touch,
the morn in itself,
the hug through the shoulder,
The warm breaths.

The closed eyes
And tight hands around the back.
The sincerity of passion,
And closeness of souls.

So,
for a short while,
Still the essence of it,
Lasting forever.

I kissed the first time,
The first kiss.
Then to those hundred more,
And adding to those thousands one.

I kissed her, and I kissed her.
I kissed her, to make it million more.
And adding to those zillion one.
I kissed her, and I kissed her.




And I kissed her again,
A fresh,
a new,
as we first begun.

I kissed her.
Here,
there and everywhere.
And I died kissing her.


















08 April, 2009

A face in a sea of faces

Post 1:

Hello folks,
It was,

22nd Feb, 2009
Time: 7:58 A.M.

It was two minutes to eight, and can you believe it, I made it to SNDT University, Juhu, Mumbai. Alas! I had my GD/PI there. Albeit, I had had a quick round on the previous day, juss to have a look at the location, how to reach there, and all that.


Wow, on time, a rarity in my life style, you see. I woke up as early as five in the morning. I was staying with my langotia yaar, in Borivalli E. Previous day, I checked the train, I had to board, which platform, then which number (Best number 231 from Santacruz Station to SNDT) bus I had to take to reach the gd/pi location. I was juss curious.


Seriously, that was one the nastiest thing i ever did in my life. I mean, normally, i remain wake, say netting, surfing till such wee hours, but never got up so early for anything. I took bath, dressed up in decent formals and wore my all-time-great sports shoes. I juss hate formals in my feet. I took my power bag and run-off to the station. It was six-ten.


Juss near the Ashok Van flyover, I took an auto, on meter of course. Now there was a problem. A big one. I was unshaved. I didn’t had a razor with me, nothing at all. Now I can’t even dare to think of some barber to be open at such morning hours, but at least a medical shop, so that I can buy a use and throw razor. That razor, I will use it in the wash room of the venue, where I’m going for the gd/pi; I thought so. So optimistic, you see. Pathetic.


Mélange of apprehension and timidity was my condition, as auto-wala was driving so sluggishly. And I was, with danger-in-my-eye-condition, looking on the road side to find a hop open. No success, I was almost gone. Found many dairy vendors doing there work, of no use to me. Auto taking turns after turns reaching the final road towards the borivalli station. And then, Voila ! There was a medical store open.


“Stop, Stop, Stop!!!”, I barked to the auto wala.

“What happened?”, he replied.

“Nothing, wait. I need to buy some medicines. It’s urgent.”, I lied. I donno why, but I did.


I bought a use and throw red coloured razor (which I still have) worth fifteen bucks and hoped on auto again. Reaching borivalli station was a mess. Bought a ticked Juhu was a cumbersome job. Such a big line, but then, bought a newspaper and was reading it while in that fucking queue. Got it worth seven bucks and then went over-through foot over bridge to platform number 3. I juss reached there, and sub-urban train came, I hopped in.


May be, it was first class, I didn’t noticed earlier, and so I got a place to sit. No worry on my face, no expression, totally involved in reading that shit newspaper. It was the only soothing I had at the time. May be, I was juss relaxing my self. Never knew when the destination station came, I stepped out and then was walking out of the Sanatacruz station.

Suddenly, I saw a kiosk. A barber shop. I stopped, instantaneously.

I thought, I’ve a razor, I can do the shaving in the wash room.

But, what if, the wash room does not have a mirror? Gosh.


So, without any second thought I took right turn and ventured into. He was a mallu. A South Indian. A Big Pakkau yaar. Panchat hi kar raha tha, and took almost 20 minutes for shaving. Ass hole.


It was 07:30 by now. I was clean shaven and walking towards the bus-station, outside the sub-urban station to catch bus-231. I had seen the station the previous day, so started walking in the right direction. Standing at the bus-stop, was like standing at the pit-stop. Bus never came, and it was thundering me from inside. I took an auto and asked for SNDT. He took me there till the gate. On meter, showed 15 bucks, I gave him. He returned a rupee coin. So kind of him. And I entered the University gate. I started walking to the main block of Janki Devi Bajaj Institute of Management Studies. I traded the path with and personified ease. When I took the final turn, I saw three ISB&Mites in blazers.


I thought, standing outside, why? Must be, koi aaya nahi hoga. I must be the first one.


Crossing them, I entered the foyer. Gosh. So many where there, sitting on well placed chairs. I was juss a face in a sea of faces. If I have to get into isbm, I’ve to beat them all. And I approached the registration desk with brisk steps and light smile on my face. I had conviction in my attitude.


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Right now, I’m hearing Dream On, by Aerosmith.

Want to hear it, it’s the coolest of all. Hear it, and you’ll start buzzing, “Dream On”.


Everytime that I look in the mirror,

All these lines on my face gettin’ clearer

The past is gone

It went by like dusk to dawn

Isn’t that the way

Everybody’s got their dues in life to pay

I know what nobody knows

Where it comes and where it goes

I know it’s everybody’s sin

You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life is in books’ written pages

Live and learn from fools and from sages

You know it’s true

All the things, come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

Sing with me, if it’s just for today,

May be tomorrow,

the good lord will take you away.

Dream on, dream on, dream on,

Dream until your dream come true.