VIT MUN - Part 2

Finally the day arrived (was forcefully reminded of the “suit up” by Barney ) and so I went to the DISEC(the council I am in) hall. As soon as I entered the hall I realized how small and inconspicuous can one go even with shining boots and neat suits. The aura around me screamed of law colleges, NIT’s, NUS, and several experienced participants who seemed as sure of themselves as T Rajendar is, except they do have the talent. All through the meeting I managed to keep myself from NOT getting embarrassed a great feat according to me.

               

 But once I got used to all the proceedings I kinda started to actually enjoy it. For people who don’t know how an MUN goes - there are some rules like you got to raise your country cards if you wanna take a leak or go out for personal stuff. (worst case you may not be given permission to go!).  There was a ‘Point of Entertainment’ where apparently one can do whatever one wants and they do mean it when they said ‘whatever’. Delegates went berserk and started dancing and singing. For a guy like me where the thought of dancing is only in movies(or in my own room) I was slightly intimidated by how soon random dance couples started forming in the hall. :P

             

   Mexico would have been reasonably proud of my performance.  I didn’t embarrass her nor made situation difficult for her. Mexico by the end of the day was as it was before the start. NON-EXISTENT ;P. (in spite of some valiant attempts from my side to start some moderated caucuses). If my country didn’t make a difference then Bala’s committee by itself didn’t make any difference on him ;). My friend’s council (IMF )I learnt was superbly mundane. Shilpa had a few remarkable experiences of her own getting caught late out of girls hostel ( I dunno why they have one seeing most are roaming with one or more boys all the time!) and running along with us to catch a train( the train stops only for 3 mins at our station which we knew 2 mins after it stopped) on our return journey. Her picture perfect life was threatened its perfect-ness in these few days of affiliation with us :P.  (But still she managed to to get away with a prize!! )

                

All in all it was a wonderful experience, thanks to Bala I now could see how small a world I have been living in. Thanks to my parents who believed me as soon as I said I am really into this MUN thingy. What I thought would be a chilled out IV kind of trip turned out to be one of the most useful and wonderful experiences in my life.

VIT MUN - Part 1

Everything seems to be so chilled out now. I stop my bike to enjoy the occasional rain droplets, I no longer grumble when someone pushes his/her way in front of me while in a queue, I even find time to delete the unused files and icons from my PC ;). Things are going just fine and I wanted to gear it up a little and then my mobile vibrated. It was Bala (ma iskool pal) on the other end asking if I am interested in participating in VIT Model United Nations. 

            Now guys while his intention and thoughts were full and undivided for the MUN experience only, mine stopped responding to any sound after the word VIT. My mind drew images of random chicks at their best ‘dress code’ there and I immediately grabbed the opportunity. ;) I, Bala and Shilpa (another brainy friend of mine) set about to VIT with each of us having a will of our own. We reached there a day before MUN.

            We were greeted by a wonderful campus. Especially to us PSG-ians who are used to seeing every inch of habitable land covered by crude buildings, this campus with its plush greenery added with scantily clad girls were a real treat! Purpose served I happily went to my allocated room but found it to be a dorm with around 30 participants dumped like in a zoo. Hospitality sucked with little or no security for our stuff so we were forced to carry our stuff hanging around the neck like a porter, every time we made a try on some good looking girl. :P You could imagine our chances.

            We took a few photographs, ogled at all the girls (I don’t discriminate any) around, admired the infrastructure, chatted our way and enjoyed the food. Shilpa returned to her hostel, I and Bala returned to ours and tucked in early to be fresh for tomorrow.

A could-be second milestone in my life…

                OK first of all I apologize for the long break. What was it? A month and a half I guess. Well I took a break not only from blogging but also from almost every single aspect of my life that could imbibe my time that would otherwise be successfully dedicated to ‘placement preparation’. Yes, I in my final year of college, just like every other final yr student (at least those who came for studying), was to the most part sucked into a whirlpool of written tests, interviews and the preparation they need.

            You guessed it right, the fact that I am writing this now could only mean that it was all fruitful in the end and the other end of whirlpool, when I surfaced found it to be Cisco systems, Bangalore. J I am pleased to say my fellow audience, (forget the modesty, I am too happy to be worried about being humble now) I got myself an internship in eBay and got placed in Mu sigma and Cisco Systems. That said let’s rewind a few days and start from its inception (the word has become a cliché lately… Sad).  

            Starting with DE Shaw – what an engineering student will call the king of companies for its sheer magnanimity in pay package, on it went like a roller coaster ride passing through a blur of companies. Before the churning in my stomach grew to an unbearable pinnacle my stop arrived (sigh!!). But I sure can hear it rolling for my fellow college mates out there even when I am penning this.

            Every final year student could split his final year as BP and AP standing for Before and After Placed. Yes, so is the change it could bring about on you and especially the people and environment around you. Call it prejudice or just my imagination but I really feel people actually respect and listen to you in AP more than in BP. It doesn’t end there. Even you yourself may find some things that annoyed you in BP are actually tolerable, if not funny in AP. You would become this all helpey-helpey, I-take-a-stand-in-everything, so-sure-about-yourself guy. Funny right? What all a “Congratulations, You’re selected” could do in your life. 

Kadavul vaazthu

I had always wanted to do things professionally, meticulous in it, be it preparing a write up for some conference, or proposing to some random girl ;) the thought that comes first to my mind is –stick to the rules! I was seldom successful in sticking(?!?) to it till d end.( Read it once again. I said I had always WANTED to). So here I am exercising the pedant in me who has had a sedentary life for so long that he forgot daylight. J A poem to God, what I came to know in my 6^th std as ‘Kadavul vaazhthu’ is how writers usually start their works of literature. Below is my version of ‘Kadavul vaazhthu’.

Prayers to thee Oh Lord,

Prayers to thee!

Give me courage an ounce more than the fear I face -

To embrace all the happenings around here.

Give me the power to write my own fate,

I shouldn’t regret a thing, now or ‘late’;

Bless me with a merciful heart -

A mind that understands what is right and what is not

          Preach me the meaning of love,

          To find silence in disturbance,

          To find peace in a raging feud,

          To be with myself and enjoy the solitude.

Prayers to thee Oh Lord,

Prayers to thee –

Make me understand the purpose of this life,

You have so graciously bestowed upon me.

Here goes nothing!

When I started writing my first blog at the age of 20 (in other words the no. of years I have wasted) the same thought that would have irked millions of my fellow bloggers around the world, disturbed me as well. How to set the wheels in motion? What am I to start with that would sufficiently satisfy all my would be followers ;) who, mind you, are of varied taste (some even don’t know English, beat that! ) and that at the same time won’t make me one of those customary, tradition sticking, bloggers? What can I say in these few lines that can be different and intriguing that wiki had not already posted? Pondering to myself, I let my eyes rove over the screen and it came to a screeching halt on the name of the blog - “Everything I wish to say”. Hey! Then that means the above lines by themselves qualify for starters!!! So here I go posting ma very 1^st post hoping against hope that my journey into this sea of blogging finds a safe landing J

P.S. For those mentally handicapped people who still did not understand, this is not a COMPLETELY useless ‘starting paragraph’. I have explained my title!