herbiehancock

The following post comes with an inherently flawed assumption - that I have received my PGDBM degree which is still subjected to the vagaries of nature and the powers at my institute. It is an attempt to demystify some of the myths surrounding MBA education and a guideline to survive a two year journey during which one not only undergoes an emotional turmoil, financial backlash but also a personal renunciation of joys like watching cricket 24/7. I must confess that one of the most important reasons I wanted to do an MBA was to have the security of a solid six-figure salary in the shortest possible time. It was in Standard VII when I read an India Today cover story profiling some of India’s hottest professional profiles. All of them were MBA’s from India’s top institutes. I read about this chap called Rajeev Balakrishnan whose salary at the age of 24 read an eye-popping six-figure sum. I was damn impressed by our man’s grey suit and I told myself- “ Gotta be like that , Issac, gotta be ...

19th March, 2006 It was a typical Second Year BH afternoon. Match on TV on 4th floor and a few guys were glued to the screen eating the best Vrindavan had to offer. A few others ought to have been roaming in Infiniti Mall around the same time and a few others must’ve been trekking their favorite hill in some God forsaken place on the outskirts of Mumbai. I deliberately choose to exclude the valiant eight who had courageously started music classes for they acted like misguided missiles for most of their initial classes for they were never sure which instrument to pick up for a start. I belonged to the group on the 4th floor and food had just arrived. “ I hope we have’nt ordered much” – Martin’ s typical concern “ Nahi bey.. khatam kar lenge”- Gan’s typical reassurance “ He has given some extra spoons” – Amitesh typically ogling at what’s extra and can be packed off to his room. “ Oye .. koi nahi yaar .. rakh le .. aage kaam aayega”- Anurag Agarwal’s typical shooting off the hip. Pause. ...

I walked into the Placom Office yesterday , January 30th,2006 at 9:45 a.m. and my Placom work has just got wrapped up for the day today on January 31st,2006 at 2:45 a.m. Yeop.. I do think it's screwy but I also think I am loving it!: ) I would love to be this busy every day of my life , six months from now! :D

Maybe , just maybe RDB was better than Goodfellas. ;) I am kinda relating to a lot of things said and unsaid in the movie.. For instance.. Kya bataoon Maa kahan hoon main, Yahan udney ko mere khula aasmaan hai, Tere kisson jaisa bhola salona jahan hain, Yahan sapno wala, Meri patang ho befikar, Udd rahi hai maa , Dor koi loote nahin , beech se kaate na...

It’s been a long time and I thought it won’t be until placements get over that I would get a shot at writing a post. The following post is more out of the kick and excitement of a day well spent and written just to record the fact that I really liked a Hindi movie today after ages and just when I had given up all my hope on Bollywood. : ) During my stay at S.P Jain I have graduated from an elementary education in movies to what I believe right now stands at a post graduate degree. Though this education has been mostly in English movies yet I have been fortunate enough to watch a few decent Hindi Movies on the way. And pretty much like an academic stint, the movie education journey has had both good and bad days. I happened to see “ Rang De Basanti” (RDB) today and it’s turned out to be one of those days at the college that couldn’t get any better. Sometimes I wonder what the objective of making movies really is. Is it for laughs, tears, wows, education, awareness, outlets for creativ...

I was never a much of a books guy. When I look back and think as to why I never read many books when I was a child it was simply because I hated sitting at one place. That’s why I was never good at Ludo, Carrom, Monopoly, Chess and reading books. We had enough of books at school; I mean really enough of them and with every year in school passing by, the pile on my study table used to get wider and heavier. So I did not read. I used to be on the streets playing Cricket whenever I was free. Or I used to do a Bradman knocking a tennis ball at the backyard of my home leaving stains on the wall which I am sure used to give more than just sleepless nights to our landlord. Those days the only books I read were Tinkle, Tintin, Super Commando Dhruv , Phantom and Mandrake. But I knew reading must be good in someway or the other. Infact as I grew up I found myself surrounded by more and more people rattling off reading as a hobby when asked about their favorite pastime. I joined college and one f...

Just happy that Brian Lara has got in right against Australia after 9 innings Down Under. Undoubtedly the best batsman of our generation, miles ahead of most contemporary batsman and a shade better than Sachin. And wasting a lot of time at :