When PB was on a roll

Payal Bhuptani

‎"Aaj dub jaaye hum, wahin uss raat ki tarah, jahaan hum tum durr tanha jeete the,

Aaj phir hum saath hain aise kisi wajah, jahaan faasle kuch badthe kuche ghat te"

- inspired by the agony and ecstasy of THE ONE"

January 30 at 9:34pm · · ·

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  Sangeeta Panigrahy, Varun Shashi Rao, Gopichand Lagadapati and 5 otherslike this.
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    Kartik Agarwal very nice

    January 30 at 9:57pm ·
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    Vivek Vikram Singh Wah wah...aap bhi :), I told u---- "tum bhi mere jaise ban jaOge jab ishq tumhe ho jaayega.............. diwaron se takraaOge jab ishq tumhe ho jaayega....... :)

    January 30 at 10:05pm ·
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    Payal Bhuptani hum kissi se takrate nahi dost, aur baaki humse takraane ki himmat karte nahi, jab rat din aur din raat ho jaaye, tab mitthu bhi shayar ban jaate kahin :)

    January 30 at 10:10pm · · 3 people
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    Vivek Vikram Singh phir is bekarari ka sabab??

    January 30 at 10:13pm ·
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    Payal Bhuptani khaana aur baatein dono hazam nahi hui shaayad, issi par humne apna fasana likh kar diya, aapki seekh milti rahin humain, issi baat par nazraana pesh kar diya :)

    January 30 at 10:18pm · · 1 person
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    Rutu Nayak ‎:)

    January 30 at 10:20pm ·
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    Vivek Vikram Singh
    

    Wah wah...u ARE in a mood today :) in celebration of your mood today...."dil hee to hai na sang-o-KHisht dard se bhar na aaye kyoN ?

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    royeNge ham hazaar baar, koee hameiN sataaye kyoN ?

    
    

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    January 30 at 10:22pm · · 2 people
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    Rutu Nayak Umre daraz mein mangkar laye the char din, do arazoo mein kat gaye..do intazar mein :)

    January 30 at 10:25pm · · 1 person
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    Payal Bhuptani what have i unleashed

    January 30 at 10:34pm ·
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    Kartik Agarwal shayaron ki kya kami hai aye Ghalib, Ek dhoondo hazaar milte hain..

    January 30 at 10:43pm · · 1 person
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    Divya Garde Barbaad-e-gulistaan karne ko, ek hi ullu kaafi thha

    
    

    har shaakh pe ullu baithha hai...anjaam-e-gulistan kya hoga

    
    

    (cudn't resist add a sher to the mehfil of sher-o-shayari..)

    
    

    January 30 at 10:53pm · · 3 people

10 of them and a burning soul

While a script for short film (which now has taken a completely different direction in my head :) ), I had written these lines. These lines were supposed to be an integral part of the that first story. I was mighty proud of myself. 

“Subah hote hi ek kalash khuli dhoondli hawa se

Raat ke baad ka ujaala dikha yahin is jagah se

Aankhe khuli khuli band band si reh gayin

Dhoop ki kirane yahaan aate aate wahin reh gayin”

“Yehin se udhi thi panchi pehli baar hawa ke sang

Chode ghosle ki chaadar mile indradhanush ke rang

Aaj wohi guzara pal phir dikha, chulbuli aakhon mein

Dekhti usi ore har roz, jahaan jaa chuki hoon main”

To Life and Chances

Floyd and poetry became a part of me when I wrote this. Its called Nostalgia. You will call it a cliche. Well! I can live with that.

"Aaj doob jaaye hum, wahin uss raat ki tarah, jahaan hum tum dur tanha jeete the,

Aaj phir hum saath hain aise kisi wajah, jahaan faasle kuch badthe kuche ghat te"

Anti-Climax

People's obsession with grades must be a result of an overdose of Viagra. The masturbation steered away from images of S E X to A, A- ,B ,B- ,C and so on. Oh Yes Yes Yes Yes Yesssss!!! There is a pattern. Oooh it is DNA.

Most people here tell me to get serious about academics. I am. As much as it is necessary, as much as I truly learn. But does that mean I need to be part of an orgy called "Dean's Listers"? I mean I have my own merits that I can list down you know. In my moments of narcissism, this list can be long...really long. So long that it can put a Jamaican man to shame.

I often look at people to understand their distorted faces after the grades are announced. Is it that they feel stupid for not doing well in exams or feel even more stupid to do poorly as compared to a colleague from a non BRANDED TECHNOLOGY undergrad school. They were starved of women in those days. Shouldn’t they be more interested in having fun now after those long lonely years they spent in darkness. I think superman briefs could be a start. You have a reason to have a distorted face with that. But, why Grades?

There is an obsession with consultancy jobs, which is fine. You learn a LOT of bullshit in a B-School. It marginally uplifts you to the demands of those hi-fi consultancy firms, creating so called entry barriers for a non MBA candidate. He doesn't know words like marginal benefits and opportunity costs and ideation and heteroskadastic samples and NPV and conjoint analysis and leverage and …...(palpitating). These concepts have changed our worlds. We are powerhouse of BULLSHIT now. Its very important to bullshit if you want to be a consultant or a manager. Remember, what we used to feel about our managers before coming here? You should be be locked up in your cabins doing these important things like analyzing data and running regressions while the rest of the employees wonder- “ What the hell does the manager do all day? Does he do any real work like may be talk to an ACTUAL customer or get his hands dirty by actually doing some real work/business?” Well we still want to be managers and consultants. We must learn to bullshit and get good grades. The circle seems to be complete.

This variety fascinates me. It is like going to a circus to get amused. My interest in the species has helped me pass by a few terms without a jitter or a frown on my forehead in spite the slog. The entertainment gets better by the day. Imagine these creatures in a play, doing their parts with great diligence and utmost passion. They can do all sort of crazy things to get noticed, to be “Differentiated”. Its funny. If you tell them you need to roll on an elephant's dump 3 times before having worms for dinner, to get the M and the B jobs, they will actually do it. I often get the devilish idea of starting such a rumour and see where it goes. Capture it all on tape to have a good 100 episodes of “Candid Camera”. What is the bloody point? They will change jobs within months after getting there. Will hate what they will do anyway because this new “god job” will be as bad as or worse than what it was before coming here. Here, you paid through your nose to have sleepless nights and get a bleeding brain. A few months later you, will get paid to do it.

It gets boring sometimes, this sort of entertainment. That’s when I find myself, NOT ALONE. Not everyone is running after these cool jobs and the BIG As. Some of them do have a life. There are some like me who do not care about academics, who have their own fun doing their own thing. Like right now, I should be slogging my butt off for two MAD exams day after. Instead, I decide to watch a play, go for a nice dinner, finish a season of House MD. Just Perfect. Today I chose to be inspired instead of reading through definitions that wont change my very existence, memorizing mathematical formulas sandwiched between typical MBA jazz words like overhead costs, allocation rate, bah. There are many who probably are finding their own inspiration right now in that sip of the soothing alcohol, the spliff rings in a dark room, conversations that probably mean nothing at all, the strum of the guitar out of the amplifier, holding hands and walking around (awww) the place knowing that this one year will never come back again. Freed from the corporate shackles, if not forever, at least for a year, no brown nosing, no office politics, no standing that bitch who made your life miserable at work, or that sleazy colleague who you hated from the bottom of not just your heart “butt” your ass, that slog for earning those extra bucks, those very “productive” long meetings with your manager which started with an agenda and ended up like ketchup.

I choose to make every moment that I live, the best time ever spent. This is what I want to take with me. MBA education to me is to be able to ask the question – “What is the bloody point?” before I start(or not) doing something about it.

The 90 minutes

The lingering smell of stale blue light,

Men of glory, awaiting their sweet wine tonight

Another one,yet again, shall be born,

As i stare through the silence of the dawn!

The Green Glow

Each brick of my soul seals a desire

My eyes yearn for that green glow

The wait seems endless and haunting

As I know which way, the wind will blow

Its easy sometimes to stand against the tide

Feeling the world against your face

As the deep-seeded reason for existence

Justifies all that the heart wants to chase

I let you in to the rise and fall of my symphony

Leasing love to define each note and its glory

My truth and lies become yours to see

Exposing every page of the unwritten story

Questioning every bit of my existent insanity

You could be a delusion my mind wants to seek

Dangerously guiding its way to an unfamiliar road

Still steering away my fear of falling weak

Will wait for that time when I can possess you

Give up a thousand lives to feel the that way

The perils of love can disappear into an infernal pit

There has to be justice which will see its day

Beyond the Horizon

My quest is to control and conquer

My quest is to go beyond the dreams of man

To over power the mind and seek incomparability

To go beyond truth and ahead of time

I crave to seek more than life

I crave for immortality

Subdue species in my power

Subdue God to be the God

Restrain time to unknot the past

Restrain mind to prophesy the future

Attain divinity greater than God

Attain devoutness larger than Satan

Fly like the eagle beyond the atmosphere

Fly to possess the horizon and beyond.