Bangalore calling

I was on an 'official' visit to Bangalore for 2 days, to interview the facchas who aspire to join SP for the PGDBM batch of 2008.5 nostalgic moments quickly captured in a couple of phrases each:

(1) The train journey: Roars of laughter; sound peaceful sleep that seemed to last forever; listening to horror stories and playing spooky school-kids' games of calling the dead ones' spirits for 2 full hours,starting at 12 midnight; pretending to be a major intellectual giant of sorts (:-p) by perching myself at the train's doorstep, deeply buried in Amartya Sen's 'The Argumentative Indian' (lovely book.A review on this, hopefully some time later); the "Suniye,zara yahaan aayiye na...mummy ne aapko aaj shaam ko chaai pe bulaaya hai.Zaroor aana haan?" piece of nonsense that was exchanged between ...ahem ahem, blush blush...the so-voted 'best couple of the batch of 2007' at SPJIMR.

(2) A special gift that I absolutely loved. Rice-writing's such an admirably beautiful art!I wish I can try my calligraphy skills on rice sometime.

(3) Hogging home-made chapatis at 1 in the night, over a dining table that resounded with never-ending stories that I had to tell my folks for the nth time.

(4) The chill early-morning wind that threatened to cut through my skin as we rode at 80kmph to the interview centre, only to find that I was one of the first ones to arrive.

(5) A stupendous day of interviewing, that I immensely enjoyed.It's so much fun being on the other side of the grilling table, except that it's hard to control your laughter at times...times such as those when a faccha who has grabbed vague pathetic economics fundas from God-knows-where, when posed with a question "India has touched a GDP growth rate of 8% but sustaining it is a big question.What would you, as the PM of India do to sustain this growth rate?" throws in an answer like "I will reduce the interest rates!!!!" :) The day witnessed loadsa guffaws, some "Hats-off-to-you-sir,Can I meet you over coffee this evening? ;)" kind of brilliant performances, impressive communication skills and last but not the least,some ruthless stripping of false camouflages of brilliance and some melting of nose-in-the-air-attitude (which I must admit, the sadistic side of me loved doing).

"Great job,girl.Very good show" was what the revered profs left me with."Great job admissions committee,superb organizing skills" was what I left the organizers with.

Book Iam currently reading: The Argumentative Indian by Amartya Sen