tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91740499118878544302011-11-28T06:20:36.447+05:30This blog is dedicated to all those CAT aspirants who are planning to go through the grind to try to get themselves an admit into the top B-schools of the country. And it also describes the life and adventures of Kolya Manus, and his thoughts and analysis of various situations in his lifeTarantulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11930201632889977770noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174049911887854430.post-51562546305941341352010-01-13T02:25:00.004+05:302010-01-13T03:11:38.962+05:30

Thank you to a few people who said I was not blogging at all since the past few months and should write more. The truth is, I was extremely busy (though I wonder how much of it was useful), though I would concede that I could have anyways found out 15 minutes to write a post. But another truth is, I didn't know how many people actually read it, so I chose to do possibly more constructive things

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Confession: I am a very firm believer of God and everything I write might be biased. Agnoustics may consider the arguments only based on the logic presented. The increasing proportion of agnoustics in our population seems to be a case of history repeating itself; only that in this case, it seems to be a case of American history repeating itself in India. Considering the influence that religion (

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When as a child, I wrote poetry,An inspiration moved me forward,Life showed me omens regularly,My hand worked my mind laggard;And stories I thought of wars,Of a beautiful woman but a retard,Nature and skies said in my ears,It's your world, it's your boulevard.I am asked why I don't write now,Inspirations shown to me around,Takes no time they say; the Will, how,Is nowhere around, misery surround,

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Back after a long hiatus! This time with a topic of world interest these days: Finance and Economy. Let us try to understand what exactly was the role of investment banks and financial institutions (and, if possible, the government) in bringing about the current economic crisis.Financial innovation is a process of introduction of new financial products, for investors and for people seeking debt

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"Baby know all manner of wise words, Though few on earth can understand their meaning.""I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's own world."These two lines from two discrete Rabindranath Tagore poems (though they were written on babies, yet I am extending their understanding to children in general) aptly imply why he has written them, once you see the movie "Children of Heaven

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I am the forgotten lamp;I am the damp lamp.I burn; People are happy,I bring light to their lives;While I burn, people enjoyPraise the beauty of my burning.And when the fire in me dies,They forget me, abandon me,I wonder how people soon forget,I brought light to their lives.

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Sorry folks.. I wrote this someday and stashed it away thinking that I will post it sometime.. And then I forgot.. Now that I have found it, let me post it.. Here it goes..It is said that a match is interesting only when equals compete with each other. And so it was, equals competing with each other, some with vigor poured down on them by the seniors, some rare self-motivated souls, but all

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Esoteric.. Spiritual.. Arcane.. Recondite.. Words that come to your mind when you seem to be floating in the outer space, exploring what everyone on earth is impotent to reconnoiter, while listening to the music: The Music of Enigma...I do not know the origins of Enigma or the people who formed the band or regarding their association with any cult or religion. I write this article based on the

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Folks, this one is one of my favourite poems... Short, simple and sweetThe fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean;The winds of heaven mix foreverWith a sweet emotion;Nothing in the world is single;All things by a law divineIn another's being mingle-Why not I with thine?See, the mountains kiss high heaven,And the waves clasp one another;No sister flower could be forgivenIf

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It is not just a show of knowledge,It is not the lie behind their true speech,It is not only the false profession of love, It is not for the lack of show of humanity,It is not the lack of belief in God;Making them believe that your each word is true,The entire sciences which already existed,Though suppressed by nature for you to find;And basking in that profaneness and vanity,Hiding behind the

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Sorry Harshad... I had this idea but I guess great minds think alike... And you created it first... So I am not going to plagiarize, I give reference: Arbit globe if you can find it on this page... I will create my own list of lingo used in IIMKA+: A grade given to somebody committed only to spoiling class averages and nothing else..ABC: 1. Anoop Balachandran.2. An obsolete term earlier intended

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Tarantula's message: Kolya, after my repeated requests and that of his friends, has agreed to detail a description of one week at IIM-K. Let us start it right now: Saturday 00:00 am. (Pic: Sleeping in class :D   )Saturday 0000 hrsI am sitting on the computer, basically waiting for my Investment Bank of Kozhikode (IBOK :) ) teammates to complete their reports and send them over to me to collate.

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I read "The Power Of Now" last year, while preparing for CAT. It is an amazing book to say the least. If applied to life, it can solve most of our problems, if not all. Just a few pages into the book, I read something which I have known for quite a bit of time - that the problem of the mind - the chief source of all problems - is that it does not cease to work. It goes on thinking and analyzing

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This post is dedicated to one of Kolya's batchmates at IIM-K, let us call him Adi Manus. He has this spectacular ability to consistently produce some stupid jokes, some of which I will reproduce here... Mind you that the name of our hero Adi Manus has been changed... But of course everyone knows him... He is considered the PJ King of the college... He can't bear using his own name on his own

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(Made in marketing class, serious one... :) )More intense competition hereThan for anything else on earth.Billions already caught upMore being drawn in its girth.Love's labour lost, they say,Likeable people are in dearth.Biased towards exterior decoration,Unhealthy competition stays inert.Busy are people, nay brands,Incessantly positioning and competing;Making only their targets importantAnd

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Management of Accounting ClassSome with their brows knitted in concentration,Some fighting will-power to obstruct impending day-dreams,Some indirect glancing; illusions of future love,Some awake and alive, minds wandering on solar gleams;A purpose for some; an enjoyment for others;Who try to find what they are here for,Some, like me, observing the others, whoTrying to prevent the professor from

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"Why are some of the best poems the most sorrowful?""Because we are sadists, we love seeing pain.""I hide myself, my poems express me. They are my best friends.""We are here to love and experience the sorrow associated with it.""The poet is one who can give words to the happiness and sorrow of others."

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Why hast Thou given us the heart, O Lord;And still, why the pain that resides inside.It knows it can't get everything it wants,Why hast thou given it the desires then,Life is fickle, desperation is never rewarded;The desperate is left with pain in it.Life anyways has a contract with a bull,Who takes it away at an inopportune moment, When the heart wants to live the most.Why hast Thou given us the

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A steady breeze blows from the horizon,My ears become cold; clouds kiss them,A hazy grey fog ensues, drowning all,Seems like the love God is arriving.The clouds turn to mist, begin to rain;A beautiful smile crosses humanity's faces,Everyone feels His charm from inside,Trees wave as Mother Nature dances.And I feel myself a tiny creature,Love leaking from horizon, filling all,Its yellowish glaze

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A love that I found, a love that is so dear,She is so dear to me, with her everything I share,And when I go away from her, seeing her tear,A small sparkle of platinum, I can't see I fear.And I realized it, how much she was near,When she left me to go, far away from here,The last meeting we had, I out of sheer fear,Clasped her hard as I can; I had my dear one near.And when the clouds moved and the

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We got together at night,She looked beautiful, like a nymph,I didn't realize she was a nympho,Within the first few minutes, she got on top,And I tried to fight,The violence was engaging, pleasant,I was determined to succeed,The process was slow, engaging,I was slowly understanding her needs,Gradually I got her engaged too,And got on top,Now I was the king,But I was not to know,The process is

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Waiting I was.... Waiting for the train that was to take me to the place where I would spend the next two years (hopefully it wouldn't be more than that... Not because I don't like the place... I would love to spend my entire life here... But I would not want to be in the class of my juniors while my batchmates forge ahead) The train was late because there had been some problem on the Mulund

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Torn by desires,Torn because one wish was too good to be true,And the other was not as enticing,Torn because time does not come back,And the other does not hold my love.Torn because my prayers were not being answered,Not thinking that fate does not give an equal chance.But fate does give a second chance,And the intelligent redeem it,But one who rues his past failures,And does not heed to the

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