Eric clapton and procrastination

Listening to Eric clapton is such a refreshing experience, so much so that it takes my mind of accounting. As i sit here in the library trying to finish my accounting reading material, eric rudely interrupts with his cross roads album. Definitely its not my fault that i cant study right now, it has to be Mr. claptons fault. "oh mama what you gonna do now" I guess there is an answer to that question, quite possibly I am just gonna sit here and enjoy this rendition.

thinking of skipping the accounts class so that I can study more for the exams next week. Wonder how I am gonna do in them, if past history is anything to go by, I will probably know the subject well enough for the exam but then will probably make some stupid mistake. lets see maybe history can be changed and I have some control over my fate.

crapppppppp

Today started pretty much on the low, with stats giving me the scares. how can I mess up in stats, this is stupid. Cant believe it, I get below the mean. Whatever!!!!! After the harsh reality that hit me like a ton of bricks, the rest of the day was ok. Just finished the 2 problems that I had assigned for myself in accounts, I dont feel like doing much else. Maybe I shoudl go to sleep, wake up early in the morning and attack the rest of the subjects.

in the middle of the night

Insanity is definitely something thats contagious. Especially on ISB campus. Do these people decide to be stupid prior to coming to ISB? Or is it the priviledge that ISB has? And why is it that only the stupid people have opinions, and why do they love to share them? dont they know that noone cares? is it really beyond understanding that I could care less if there was party and that these people werent invited to? why do they have to flood my inbox with rather stupid emails about how the whole fucking school was not called for some party that was thrown? Why cant they get it that people just dont wanna meet these people, quite possibly because they annoy the heck out of everyone with their ridiculous mails.....

so with the flooding of emails and the damn ECO assignment my day has been completely occupied with another set of mundane experiences.

well not much else....... feeling pretty shitty actually, dont know why I feel a certain way, and dont have much control over it....... it has to change and must change

to account or not to account

as i sit with my accounting text, I wonder what the hell I was thinking when I decided to take this adventure head on. EXAMS more EXAMS and more EXams, all this for what? A fat paycheck? well that I had already, so what else? maybe I am a bit masachistic, or maybe not.

accounting blows and blows hard, I feel an urge to just call it a day and quit. as I type this, there are about a dozen people who I know, who are studying hard. And me here, I am hardly getting anything done. I dont feel like doing it either. but I have to.

excuses : i have conjuctivitis and my eyes burn, well I did play basketball when my eyes didnt burn that much....

ME ME ME ME

As the white space eagerly awaits the master creator to unleash the nonsense that will eventually entertain the creator himself, the creator too contemplates upon what what should be said and what not? Is it truly an expression of individuality or is it a fear of what the individuality actually might be? Do I honestly even know myself well enough to be honest with myself?
The existential belief in oneself, yeilds yet another problem, whether there really does exist an individual who I call myself. Or is it a complicated set of chemicals which interact in manners more than one where the personality is different. Well if I could truly undertsand myself then in ways wouldnt I be able to control the way I think, of feel? If I do not understand myself, then how can I even aspire to understand that which is not me?

as my fingers press into these keys, the clock strikes 4:15AM and I have to sleep :)

Hmmm better late than never

I havent written much in a long time... I feel like I have been ignoring a significant part of my life, while my mundane existance has sucked any creative thought that ever was. The 'MBA experience' if you may, has really made me realize what I am really made of.

These last 3 weeks has taught me some lessons which I think I would never have learnt otherwise. I always thought I was a great people person, who understands how people think and how to deal with them. The belief however was far from reality, in the last 3 weeks I realised what I was lacking as an individual. I lack the ability to listen, I lack patience, and I am overly impose my opinion upon others. If I learn nothing else in ISB than these personal breakthroughs I think my money would still be well spent. Working in a group consisting of people with very different background than mine has really made be appreciate the the diversity that is inherent in society, how can I ever aspire to be a good leader without this insight? These aspects in my life has to be modified and improved upon.

The status report

So today was amazing, we moved the ISB buffalo about 500 meters to Student village one..... It was truly a bonding session with about 18 of us enjoying the buffalo in manners more than one ;) hopefully I will post these pictures here in about a week

Yesterday we turned in our case study for Rohm and Fucking haas and I at that time believed that we had done a good job while the reality was far from it :) well the score is yet to come and hopefully we do better than average this time :)

hmmm weekend was amazing spending time with natalie portman (queen amidala), after star wars we dunken a friend of mine into the swimming pool about 8 times..... poor dunk slut AMIT.... Photos awaited :)

well thats abotu it for now