A semester gone by @ Great Lakes Institute of Management, Gurgaon.

"Swoosh!" That's how 8 weeks here went by@ Great Lakes Institute of Management,  Gurgaon. DAAAYYYUUUM!! I still can't get over it.

I'm trying to recall what I did. Week 1 - We were at Rishikesh, Week 2 - I remember books. Lots of books, Week 3 - I remember a lot of late nights with "Orange juice" and BAM!! It's the eight week. I'm unable to decipher if its a good thing or a bad thing. *goes into thinking mode*

This is how 2am looks like from where we stay. Coutesy - Raj Vikas (PGPM 14)

Good thing? Bad thing? I dont know. What I do know is that I have made friends. The kind who will help you up when need be. And that's not something you come across everyday.

A birthday party every week. A lot of "orange juice" and loud music. The neighbors are wild already. And I do not mean it in the fun way. Get your head out of the ditch man!

This is my first time ever being out of my house and I must say. I'm impressed. Again, I don't know what I'm impressed with. They serve Veg food 99.9997% (Six Sigma) of the time. And when they do, I wanted to throw a fork at the cook, the weather is either scorching or it rains so much that one needs a boat to get around and classes can get killing sometimes but hey! guess what, I'm impressed.

It's a package they say. This is that package.

Term 1 - Thanks to you. My friends in Bangalore are pisd off with me because of this post.


Cheers

-Yogesh Babu

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Stuff you relate to when @ Great Lakes Institute of Management, Gurgaon

There I was, limping around Gurgaon with a busted ankle when suddenly I bumped into an article written long ago by Rohit Venkatesh, a friend of mine. And could relate to it perfectly.

It goes like...

CHRONICLES OF THE FRACTURED FOOT

By Rohit Venkatesh

A guide of possibly useless tips and questionable insights of navigating through a life experience

Fibula Oblongata –

‘TIS WISE to note that a broken leg has a mind of its own. So whatever designs your overzealous sense of will may have, your leg most probably has other plans.  Eg.

• Beating your sister to the remote
• Answering the land line in time
• Walking your beloved dog etc.

Dialogues of Disaster –

Should you happen to be the victim of said unfortunate scenario, ‘tis wise not only to exercise caution over the movement of your leg, but over that of your tongue as well. A carelessly dropped phrase could result in you being the subject of many a curse, the butt of many a joke and the target of the occasional flying shoe. This in turn remarkably affects recovery time, state of mental well being etc.
For your ref.- Some tried and tested dialogues to be avoided:

• “I’ll be down in a minute…”
• “No problem, I’ll take care of it...”
• “Sure! What do you want to draw on my cast…?”
•  “Oooh…what does this button do…?”

Conversation Jumpstarts-

The sight of a known face hobbling around pitifully in a crutch and cast usually inspires a torrent of curiosity to bubble forth from the onlooker. But every now and then you come across the odd concerned bloke whose creative interrogation refuses to go beyond “So how are you feeling now…?” The vast awkward silence that follows the cursory “Much better now, thanks.” is rather uncomfortable. Fear not. If hair can have extensions, so can this conversation- 

1.      Since the poor chap has run out of questions from his not-so-abundant repertoire, drive the conversation by conducting an inquisition of your own: “So have you ever broken your leg?” If he has, you’re in luck. The conversation continues for another 5 mins. If not…

2.      Puns. A conversation about the subject of a busted leg gives birth to many a pregnant pause. Mostly because you are wincing and cringing at the multitude of bad puns the situation breeds.  

“…can put your best foot forward (followed by smug guffaw)”
“…when I said break a leg, I didn’t mean literally go and…(followed by smug guffaw)”
“…costed you an arm AND A LEG…!!(followed by smug guffaw)” 
Horrible as these may be, it’s not as bad as the ocean of awkward silence. Indulge in the pun theory and you will survive the ordeal with merely a slightly swollen forehead (from facepalming).

To be continued…

Coming up next:
The Sympathy Milkshake – How to milk the situation, and have your boss get YOU copies and coffee.

Varun Methil, Rohit Venkatesh and Yogesh Babu - The Good Life!

-Yogesh Babu

(www.fb.com/yogesh87)

PS - You're welcome.

And this is how it started.

D-Day. Also, it was my last day as a Bangalorean. My folks moved to Chennai and I'm here.

In Bangalore Airport with folks (22nd May, 2013)

Landed in the Delhi airport and the first thing I thought was that my face was going to tear off because of the 40 degree heat wave. It makes Chennai heat seem like a breeze. FACT!

Thank God for AC, I made it to college. The receptionist handed over a few documents for me to fill and had to sort of stuff with the fee, accommodation and scorecards. (This was a long wait).

The stuff rounded up around 4pm and we headed back to the Osho's (bearable) hostel which is around 7 kms from the campus. Luckily, they have an option for you to move into an apartment close by where you need to share a 3 bed room apartment which has a gym, a pool, Wifi and a long running track. I obviously chose that. :P

Once that decision was made, had to call it a day. Everyone was excited about the match between Rajasthan Royals and Sunrisers Hyderabad (Lost - YESS!!! They could've atleast given Bangalore a chance. Serves you right ****hes). I however, slept for a good seven hours and head the results over coffee and was happy about it. lol

Thats it for now. In the words of Truman "Good Afternoon, Good Evening and Good Night).

Cheers!

-Yogesh Babu
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