December 29, 2005


(After a sabbatical of 4 months am back with the longest post iv ever written...Hope u read it till the end.)

The days, weeks and months have flown on a whirlwind of activity. It seems like yesterday that I first stepped into a world that was so cut off from reality- Mica. Second term at Mica, as somebody warned us, was the one with the most fun! Micanvas, Sankalp, and other extra curriculars were all crammed into one term making it the one with the most sleepless nights ever recorded in pgp-1’s history! As we looked at the schedule for second term, we wondered just how we were going to get any studying done.

First up was Micanvas, our inter B-school fest that attracted participation from B-schools all over the country. 3 days of undiluted learning intermingled with the right amount of creativity and entertainment made the perfect combination. Unprecedented preparation included looking after the slightest details, and a mind boggling logistical network; pens, ids, folders, markers, beds, pillows, transport and what not! 3 days in which the best minds in the country competed with each other equipped with an undefeatable spirit. 3 whole days in which Mica rocked to the music of Parikrama and the Unlike No ones (Mica’s very own band), to the theatrics of Evam and the party thrown by Trinetra- this was replete with foot tapping music and Cold Coco! The end result: Insomnia, bloodshot eyes and a contented heart for your average Mican.

Then the Diwali break arrived, which saw most pgp-1’s heading back to their homes to spend the festival of lights with family. But not this particular group of women (me included of course!), who had the crazy idea of jetting off to Diu to spend Diwali by the Arabian Sea (almost sounds like a song ;)… So, how do most people spend their vacation at a new place? Exploring all the touristy places and sightseeing temples and old forts maybe… But not us, we went there for sleep, sand, shells and the sun…in that precise order! That is not to say that we did not enjoy ourselves, to the contrary we came back looking like Cheshire cats who had just siphoned off all the cream…*sigh*

While my mind still lay in the golden sand of Diu, my reverie was broken with endless assignments that poured in from every possible direction. Suddenly, life did not seem so beautiful, what with Economics, Ethics and other ‘E’ subjects latching on to us with a vengeance. After what seemed like some more endless-sleepless nights, we settled in to accept the vagaries of faith and the rut of a repetitive routine. However, all that was about to change.

Sankalp had started to make its presence felt. Sankalp- the annual theatrical presentation of Mica was ready to go forward on all cylinders fired. So, with the help of one of the biggest cast & crews ever, ‘Suraj Ka Saatwan Ghoda’, which was this year’s play, was born. Now our days were spent looking at Brochure, Poster, and Ticket designs, visualizing the final look and basically thinking laterally and pretending to look busy! Creatives at Sankalp was an experience far removed from anything I had ever done before. Seeing the designs in my head actually emerging in print form was just exhilarating! Those days also brought back memories of the time I spent in an ad agency quibbling with the creatives over commas and full stops. Only, I was on the other side this time and someone else was doing the quibbling (a case of coming full circle indeed!). Creatives however, was just a small part in the mega scheme of things, creatives did not make the play, it was made by the actors, the story and the direction. All of which melded together to give Ahmedabad three whole days of entertainment unlimited. It also gave us some more sleepless nights (that goes without saying I guess).

Sankalp had just gotten over when we realized that we wouldn’t be stepping out of the classroom for a long long long time. Portions had to be completed and the admin office was ensuring that it would literally be knocked into our heads, by hook or by crook. So it came that a very tired bunch of first years trudged in to class and got imprisoned in the world of the GDP, SLR, CRR, and what not (understanding/not understanding? Not understanding of course!) But the term and its breakage of routine was not over yet.

We suddenly found out that we had been short listed for a marketing competition at FMS Delhi. So there I found myself traveling across India to Delhi for a 4 day visit packed with loads of traveling and little sleep. Intense competition from a ‘Demon’ from IIM Indore and the team from MDI saw us finishing 3rd, losing out by our flawed pricing strategy. However, Delhi itself was an experience to remember, as I was visiting the city after eons and lapped in the colours and sights that it had to offer. We returned to Ahmedabad a little wiser about under pricing and over spending (damn should have stayed awake in those pricing sessions!) but not with defeated souls!

As soon as we landed at Mica, the prospects of the exams loomed over us. Imagine an exam when you have not even looked at the book forget skimming through its contents. So we had the mighty task of achieving gold medals in speed reading with maximum retention (like that was ever going to happen), and emerging unscathed. All I can say after this was that I survived two terms at Mica.

What with the second term finally over after the killer exams (although we all hail a collective sigh of relief at no more economics or quant…yeah!) and the insaneness of the schedule that we kept in the last few months, we said goodbye to each other and stepped back into the ‘civilised’ world.

August 22, 2005

Anguish and Despair

My mind it wonders about tomorrow,
And all the joy and the sorrow.

My heart it sighs with a lot of grief,
Oh! What I'd do for blessed relief.

The turmoils that twist inside me,
For something that can never be.

Leads to anguish and despair,
For a bond beyond repair.

Standing at the point of no return,
The Chasm of fire still burns.

August 3, 2005

The boulevard of dreams fulfilled...

As the initial exhilaration wears off, its time to settle down. The daily routine works with clockwork precision, with a time assigned to everything, even thinking! The changing seasons usher in a metamorphosis that makes one wonder at the beauty of nature. Everyday is an experience, an exploration and an adventure. Peacocks, cranes, langoors, and the odd scorpion or snake or two add to the kaleidoscopic canvas of life at Mica. These interspersed with impromptu jigs; inter batch clashes in volleyball and football and our own batch-band performances ensure that boredom doesn’t set in. Add to that, the endless walks around campus or treasure chest (a resort just outside campus), tennis sessions and sketching in the serenity of the amphitheatre, and we have a heady concoction in our hands.
Mica allows one to just be. Be yourself and believe in who you are. It ensures that we let go of the baggage that we end up carrying in the urban jungle. It enables you to hone your talents and experience a life like no other. Far from the commotion and madness of the corporate world, Mica feels like an oasis in the middle of a parched and dry desert. It also, makes one wonder whether the rat race at the end of it all is even worth it. But then, life here also teaches you about cut throat competition. The undercurrent of one upmanship is subtle but surely there. Project submissions and presentations are the perfect place to realize that you are surrounded by a set of equally brilliant individuals and that you will have to work just a little harder to keep from going under. And make no bones about the fact that the professors are here to ensure that we are kept on our toes. Project briefs at the eleventh hour are so common that eyebrows aren’t even raised in surprise anymore. Projects at 3 in the morning are everyday occurrences. No wonder then, that we have all turned into compulsive insomniacs…This is life at Mica!

July 11, 2005

Mica- an experience.......

Surrounded on all sides by heaven,
With a mood as black as a raven,
What do i call it but an irony,
My soul has finally been set free...

Noone to share paradise,
Just the jealousy and the lies,
Intense emotions catch me unawares,
I need somebody who cares...

Just cant comprehend what i feel,
Keep asking myself, is this for real?
I'v finally got what i always wanted,
But now that i have it, i feel daunted.

New relationships and bonds to share,
True friendships are always so rare,
Everyone still testing the sea,
Am in too deep, just let me be.

Need something beyond the frivolous,
Am i being just too obvious?
A leap of faith is what i'v taken,
Will my beliefs now be shaken?

Only time will tell what i need to know,
Till then i shall just be a part of the show.
My dream fulfilled, my goal achieved,
Destiny awaits me with open arms...............

June 3, 2005

For Parinita...


As people go, she was almost angelic
With her innocence and a face so child like

Her gentle ways belied a fire
That raged inside her, her hearts desire...

To succeed in life, to climb the peak
To stand up on her own, without being meek

Capturing emotions was her passion
Whether it was wilderness or fashion

A woman of substance is what she was
With an exhuberance that went on without a pause

A person who I can proudly call a friend
A bond i know will never end

I will always wish her the best in life
As a friend, a mother or a wife

I know she has many roles to play
And countless demons more to slay

My Angel face you will succeed.............

May 8, 2005

Once upon an Elver.....

The character sketch of the unassuming Elver.

It was as mornings go, quite the usual. Against the wishes of a lazy mind, body and soul, i dragged myself right across the city to the Mica Gd and Pi. The day started off drably getting positively worse by the minute. From 8 in the morning we were all hustled into a room and left there on our own. But this post isnt about the Mica Gd and Pi. It is about the person i met there. Around 2 in the afternoon, a quiet guy came up to me and asked if i was karishma. I thought he was Bugs the bunny who promised to be there with carrots in his hands. But, it was Jormund Elver. I vaguely remembered him from the forums. But the person before me was quite the antithesis of his posts. A reserved person by nature with a brooding quality that intrigued me.

A person who was equally in love with mysticism, mythology and fantasy. I have always felt that my mind had the quality to spin effective tales. To wander off on quests of its own and live in a surreal world. And here was someone who was exactly the same, if not more in a world of his own. An animated discussion followed with Elver citing Viking philosophy and me of course Greek. One of the weirdest conversations for a third person to overhear i bet.

The feeling that you can instantly connect to a person was really strong with Elver. To be on the same wavelength with someone feels awesome and here we were, meeting for the very first time and it felt like we knew each other already.

It was such a relief to meet someone with a depth that was facinating. Not like the nitwits with whom a conversation is reaped in artificial and inane discussions. Most of the time, we keep up appearances, a mask of geniality. Of pretense and a desperate desire to conform. Elver shatters these notions.

I recently read his story-the lost girl on his blog. The story instantly engrosses you, captivating you into the world of Elver. It gives you insights into his life and his thinking.

It has enthralled me to know the person behind it. How much of the story is true and how much is may never know..But what i do know is that Elver must certainly write more.

I hope things work out for you Elver...sincerely.


May 7, 2005


Endless night, endless life......

Endless war, endless strife.

Noises of children crying,

Blood curdling screams of people dying.....

What do we achieve in the end?

When a helping hand we cannot lend

We call ourselves humane,

When none of us are sane...

All of us contribute to violence,

By sitting here in silence...

Watching this endlessness grow

How can we stoop so low?

Endless nigt, Endless life,

Endless war, Endless strife......

May 6, 2005

a portrait........ Posted by Hello

April 29, 2005

A running Horse that I drew Posted by Hello