What's with a little extra jammin'?

It's three in the morning, and at this unearthly hour I've just gotten back from the recreation room doing perhaps what only Palash Sen or Raghu Dixit would appreciate - jamming. We have our intra Bangalore cul-extravaganza today, and our show's at 9.30 am. I'm back in my comfort zone to catch some well deserved sleep. I can't even believe I'm tapping out this blog - so tired are my fingers from playing Tabla, and my biceps - they've already given way twice.

OK - that was more of a euphemism, but yeah, the kind of dedication that these guys have out here is amazing. At like 1 in the morning we're all irritable, and frustrated because we're getting the odd beat wrong, and any suggestion for changed is met with snobbishness, not out of being stubborn, but simply because we're too pained from having to play since 5 pm and we're not there yet.

And still, we carry on. Putting fight, as the IIMB lingo goes. Here's to a successful Ecstasy!!!

Lament of an open book exam

I was born in America. Some say I was created by the magnanimous professors of American universities to cater to the great average American mind. Yet others say I was a need based invention. Whatever it be, I still remain the same old white sheet of paper with black ink, cyclostyled or xeroxed. The beauty of an open book exam lies in the fact that I can make the examinees fall to their knees in humiliation. That in fact, they could bring all they wanted to the fight, and I would render them ineffectual. Some would say an open book exam is logical in a post graduate environment, given that you would anyway not need to memorize stuff in real life.

But alas! The loopholes of exam law render me ineffectual. I, as any other creation in this universe, have ancestors. Evil as they are, the people who come to crack me shamelessly resurrect the dead bodies of my esteemed ancestors from their graves and make copies too. They bring them to the sanctum sanctorum of the exam and use them against me !!! My unfortunate creators lack in sufficient creativity to make me independent of my forefathers. Bad students bless me, and good ones curse me before I am born. After my life cycle, everyone curses me for the equity that I bring about. Some pathetic existence I have, huh?

PS: Anyway for those of you who're wondering if this post is out of place, yours truly is down with a bout of mid term result fever at B- school, and will promptly return next week. So long!