My sis asked me to find a poem on wine for her ladies club..and look what a gem I found!
“Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.”
आज कैसा ऊंचा और नीचा दिन निकला! सुबह bank का collections कैसे काम करता है, ये देखने निकल पड़ा. Auto से गया. ऑटो वाले से मैंने ठीक से बात की. जब उतर के पैसे दिए तो उसने कहा, “Sir, आप असली Gentleman हैं. ” मुझे ये ये बहुत अच्छा compliment लगा. एक अरसा हुआ जब किसी ने बिना किसी छुपी आकांक्षा के कुछ अच्छा कहा मेरे बारे में.
फिर collection agent के साथ निकल पड़ा. ये ऐसे लोग थे जिन्होंने 2 साल से पैसा नहीं दिया था. कुछ तो साफ़ बेईमान दिखे , कुछ बेचारे शरीफ भी थे. एक पान वाले एक पास गया जिससे पता चला की उसे फसाया हुआ है किसी ने. बेचारे के ऊपर कानूनी केस भी लगा दिया है ICICI ने ! दू:खी प्राणी ने पहले तो अपना मामला साफ़ किया फिर मेरे को cold drink भी पिलाई, मुफ़्त में. मैंने पुछा की भाई अगर तुमने लोन लिया ही नहीं था तो इतनी किश्त क्यूँ चुकी? वो बोला, ” सर दोस्त ने कहा था की बचा ले”. उसके अपने दोस्त ने उसे fraud केस में फसवा दिया और वो बेचारा उसी को बचाने चला है..
वापस आके दफ्तर में डांट पड़ी की मैंने काम नहीं किया है. मेरी कोई गलती नहीं लगी अपने को. पर कुछ कहा नहीं. Boss ने एक काम करने को कहा, मैंने कहा की सर ये काम दूसरी तरह से करना चाहिए. बॉस ने डांट दिया. मैंने अपनी बात समझाई जो आज field से सीख कर आया था, तो मान गए वो मेरी बात. मुझे अच्छा लगा की चलो आज इतनी मेहनत करने के बाद, कुछ तो ऐसा सीखा की discussion में अपना point defend कर सकूं.
वापस आ के देखा तो फिनलैंड की internship देने से मना कर दिया है. सोचा की कोई न, जीवन में अच्छी चीज़ें भी होती हैं और बुरी भी. आज दरवाज़ा बंद हुआ है, कल कोई और खुलेगा. भगवान् भी आखिर कितना काट सकता है मेरा?
और आखरी में साहब एक SMS आया जिसपे गौर फरमाएं - ” It is not the friend who should be perfect, it is the friendship that should be perfect” .. कितनी सही बात है , है न?
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छिप-छिप अश्रु बहाने वालों, मोती व्यर्थ बहाने वालों
कुछ सपनों के मर जाने से, जीवन नहीं मरा करता है
— गोपालदास ‘नीरज’
अगर मेरी कोई पहचान है, तो वो ये की मैं बहुत सारी बातों को appreciate कर सकता हूँ. फ़क़त इस चीज़ के, वरुण अग्रवाल में और कुछ भी नहीं है जो उसे अपनी सारी कमजोरियों और मूर्खताओं से बर्बाद होने से बचाता है.
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धन्यवाद् प्रभु, तुमने कुछ तो अच्छा दिया मुझे!
जब जाते हो कुछ भूल के आ जाते हो
इस बार मेरी शाल ही कर आए गुम
कहतीं हैं कि तुम से तो ये डर लगता है
इक रोज़ कहीं ख़ुद को न खो आओ तुम
http://www.kavitakosh.org/kk/index.php?title=%E0%A4%B6%E0%A5%8D%E0%A4%B0%E0%A5%87%E0%A4%A3%E0%A5%80:%E0%A4%B0%E0%A5%81%E0%A4%AC%E0%A4%BE%E0%A4%८८
Do I loose my senses easily when i have something to drink? Or even without drink.. I think I sometimes get too personal with people a bit early. For eg today, when even after a single beer I became too friendly (?) with the everyone. It wasn’t viewed favourably. Henceforth I shall take these things into account. People like to take things slowly.
or may be I should stop posting this and just enjoy the party.
There isn’t much that now you can do
So have a smoke and melt in the night dew
Listen to the tick tock of your pocket clock
Wondering if naught is all, all things come to.
Or probably you can have a beer
And look at your despicable self with a sneer
Mediocre you, always knew,
My efforts were impotent, there or here.
So sip the whiskey, soda and scotch
Sit alone on the backside porch
Lo and Behold! As the truth be told
“You were always useless”, Says the watch.
The man who sings hallelujah
on the cobbled street in corn market,
does he know?
That his words ride the breeze
and enter the pasty shop,
tiptoe on the book shelf,
smell a dark chocolate,
laugh in the lovers’ ear,
repent on the church altar,
then swing around the coffee machine
before piercing my heart?
Chocking my neck,
overwhelming me, part by part?
This piece was inspired by a man playing/singing you-know-what in Corn Market Street in Oxford. It was dusk and a slight breeze was present. I was sitting in the courtyard of ‘Church at North Gate’ with Shveta and having a flavoured coffee.To listen to the original song, click here . This is Rufus wainwright. Original is by Leonard Cohen.
Sample this beautiful fusion poem from a certain Mr Michael Creighton, who teaches English in a school at Delhi. This poem appeared in the Mint Lounge edition of October 24 2009. This poem was tugged on the bottom right corner of the newspaper and would have most certainly missed my attention, had it not been for the wonderful rhyming pattern that caught my attention. Mr Creighton tries to capture the essence of Urdu Shayari style in English and does an excellent job. I think this is the first poem of its kind that I’ve read.
( For those who are new to Shayari - One of the characteristic things about Urdu couplets ( Shayari ) is that they follow the aa-ba-ba-ba format. While they not necessarily rhyme in the b-b part, the a-a part always matches. )
http://www.livemint.com/2009/10/23225111/New-Delhi-Love-Song.html
Smog and dust mix with the air in New Delhi.
I buy jasmine for her hair in New Delhi.
People come from everywhere to this city;
all are welcomed with a stare in New Delhi.
The finest things in life don’t come without danger.
Eat the street food, if you dare, in New Delhi.
We push in line and fight all day for each rupee.
Can you remember what is fair in New Delhi?
There is nothing you can’t find in our markets.
Socks and dreams sell by the pair in New Delhi.
So many families on the street through the winter;
Sometimes good men forget to care in New Delhi.
My friends ask, Michael, why’d you leave your own country?
I found jasmine for her here, in New Delhi.
हे ऐ ऐ ऐ..
छोटी सी उमर,
परनै रे बाबोसा,
करो थारो कांई रे,
कसूर.
हो…
इतना दिनों तो म्हाने
लाड लगाया
अब क्यों करो म्हाने,
हिवडे से दूर?
P.S. Just came to know that this song is actually a small variation of a song in Bandit Queen, a movie by Shekhar Kapoor (1995).
http://anahadnaad.wordpress.com/2008/08/14/gyanendrapati-poem-tram-mein-ek-yaad/
ये कविता इस link से ली गयी है. वैसे तो मुझे ये यहाँ लिखनी नहीं चाहिए, किन्तु इतने सुन्दर शब्द से मैं मंत्रमुग्ध हो गया हूँ ! ज्ञानेन्द्रपति की इस कविता को पढना बहुत ज़रूरी है किसी भी काव्य प्रेमी के लिए…
ट्राम में एक याद
चेतना पारीक कैसी हो ?
पहले जैसी हो ?
कुछ-कुछ खुश
कुछ-कुछ उदास
कभी देखती तारे
कभी देखती घास
चेतना पारीक, कैसी दिखती हो ?
अब भी कविता लिखती हो ?
तुम्हें मेरी याद न होगी
लेकिन मुझे तुम नहीं भूली हो
चलती ट्राम में फिर आँखों के आगे झूली हो
तुम्हारी कद-काठी की एक
नन्ही-सी, नेक
सामने आ खड़ी है
तुम्हारी याद उमड़ी है
चेतना पारीक, कैसी हो ?
पहले जैसी हो ?
आँखों में अब भी उतरती है किताब की आग ?
नाटक में अब भी लेती हो भाग ?
छूटे नहीं हैं लाइब्रेरी के चक्कर ?
मुझ-से घुमंतू कवि से होती है टक्कर ?
अब भी गाती हो गीत, बनाती हो चित्र ?
अब भी तुम्हारे हैं बहुत-बहुत मित्र ?
अब भी बच्चों को ट्यूशन पढ़ाती हो ?
अब भी जिससे करती हो प्रेम उसे दाढ़ी रखाती हो ?
चेतना पारीक, अब भी तुम नन्हीं सी गेंद-सी उल्लास से भरी हो ?
उतनी ही हरी हो ?
उतना ही शोर है इस शहर में वैसा ही ट्रैफिक जाम है
भीड़-भाड़ धक्का-मुक्का ठेल-पेल ताम-झाम है
ट्यूब-रेल बन रही चल रही ट्राम है
विकल है कलकत्ता दौड़ता अनवरत अविराम है
इस महावन में फिर भी एक गौरैया की जगह खाली है
एक छोटी चिड़िया से एक नन्ही पत्ती से सूनी डाली है
महानगर के महाट्टहास में एक हँसी कम है
विराट धक-धक में एक धड़कन कम है कोरस में एक कंठ कम है
तुम्हारे दो तलवे जितनी जगह लेते हैं उतनी जगह खाली है
वहाँ उगी है घास वहाँ चुई है ओस वहाँ किसी ने निगाह तक नहीं डाली है
फिर आया हूँ इस नगर में चश्मा पोंछ-पोंछ कर देखता हूँ
आदमियों को किताबों को निरखता लेखता हूँ
रंग-बिरंगी बस-ट्राम रंग-बिरंगे लोग
रोग-शोक हँसी-खुशी योग और वियोग
देखता हूँ अबके शहर में भीड़ दूनी है
देखता हूँ तुम्हारे आकार के बराबर जगह सूनी है
चेतना पारीक, कहाँ हो कैसी हो ?
बोलो, बोलो, पहले जैसी हो ?
[Prologue : This poem was written when my brother sent me the first pic of my newborn nephew. It was an impromptu attempt to word how i felt ]
पार्थ धरा पर फिर आया है,
सम्मोहित हो सुन्दरता से,
कृष्ण दे रहे प्रवचन फिर फिर,
गीता जीवन सार्थकता के!
और पार्थ सुप्त देखता है,
दिव:स्वप्न मातृ-पितृ ममता के,
आश्चर्यचकित , मैं स्तब्ध,
दृश्य जानता संतति के!
This poem was written on a particularly stormy night. Its a personification of rain, thunder and lightening.
रात कल रात
रात भर रोती रही,
सिसक सिसक कर,
उमड़ उमड़ कर,
कोडे की मार से,
तड़प तड़प कर
word meanings
[ सिसक = sniffing
उमड़ = cry in outbursts
कोडे = whip ( lightening) ]
” तुम ideal husband material हो.”, मुझसे उसने matter-of-factly तरीके से कहा.
मेरा केक मुह में ज्यों का त्यों रह गया
“क्या मतलब है तुम्हारा?” अपना केक चबाते हुए मैंने पूछा.
” मतलब की .. जैसे कुछ लोग होते हैं जो boyfriend material होते हैं, उनके साथ मज़ा तो काफ़ी आता है लेकिन घर पे… मिलाया नही जा सकता , समझ रहे हो न तुम? ” उसने बेबाक विचार व्यक्त किए.
मैं , जो केक खाने में अभी तक व्यस्त था , इस बात के बारे में सोचने लगा. यहाँ मैं बताना चाहूँगा की मैंने कभी अपने बारे में इस नज़रिए से नही सोचा. मैं कैंटीन में हमेशा केक में ज्यादा दिमाग लगता हूँ और अपनी छवि पे कम. मुझे लगता है की यह चीज़ मुझे भ्रम से बचाती है , ये अलग बात है की रोज़ रोज़ केक मेरे वजन को रहस्यमई तरीके से बढ़ा रहा है.
” इसे मैं comment समझूँ की compliment?” , मैंने पूरी सच्चाई से पूछा.
“obviously, compliment था ” , उसने कहा
उसकी आंखों में और उसकी बातों के मतभेद को अगर मैं अनदेखा कर दूँ, तो कहूँगा की मुझे अच्छा लगा.
क्या करें और कहाँ जाएँ?
क्या रात को सवेरे में तब्दील होते हुए,
पूर्वोत्तर कि ओर तकते जाएँ?
क्या जेहन में छुपे हुए गम को,
मुस्कुराहटों के झूठ में डुबोते जाएँ?
दुपहर मिल कर भी उनसे,
शाम को अनजाने होते जाएँ?
रिश्ता अजीब है ये ‘स्वतंत्र’,
चाहे नाम हज़ार देते जाएँ…
RG asked me a couple of days back,” How come you know so much about so many things? How come your GK is good and how come you have some cogent points on so many diverse topics?”
Even I thought about the issue, and then I traced myself to this …
When I was 14 years old, a question that had been in my mind since I read about human life in class 2 got finally answered। I always wondered,” how are humans different from animals? We both are just multicellular organisms who have the same sensations and physical needs. We both are driven by same desires of food, water, air & sexual needs. We both are afraid of death and pain. We have everything common, except that probably Homo Sapiens are a more sophisticated form of life. So are we no different from animals at all?” I remember asking mummy the same question. She said that humans are humans and animals are animals. She said that they are different but her answer couldn’t satisfy me.
After thinking about the issue at various levels of consciousness, I arrived at the same conclusion that Descartes did in the 17th century. Cogito, Ergo Sum. Obviously I was blissfully unaware of the exact meaning and originator of the phrase at that time. However I realized that the ‘desire to learn, the wish to improve and the zeal to know’ are the central reason that humans are different from animals. And I think that when I was in my early teens, this answer dictated the manner in which I saw education ad learning. I think this, coupled with another incident, transformed me from a back bencher and last rankers in school to the topper in board exams. (The first time that I stood first or even amongst the top 5 in class was in boards exams, 1999)
The principle was simple। I decided that I shall leave no stone unturned in the persual of education. I wanted to know more about this world. About everything. I wanted to know about science. How the solar system was created? How does the human body work? How are colors created? I wanted to know about history. How are nations made? Why does a country succeed or fail? Who created the beautiful monuments? Who went to war with whom? I wanted to know about philosophy. About relations, about literature, about each and every damn idea, tangible/intangible thing. And to accomplish this I started reading. I read EVERYTHING. From comics to newspapers to hand outs to posters on walls to even government reports and legal cases files (in revenue board’s library). And still I wanted to read more.
People would get bored in engineering classes. They would say,” क्या फालतू कि चीज़ है engineering? कितनी boring है !” Sometimes I found things tough (GD/AECD) but NEVER did I found them boring। I used to ask each and every doubt that crossed my mind in class, however Naïve or foolish it might sound to others। I participated in almost all extra curricular activities. I made innumerate friends. I tasted wine from so so many cups.
Then I came to MBA। Those classes that interested me, I attended them by sitting on the first bench. And so many things interested me. I liked statistics, QMDM, Economics, Saikat’s Marketing, ITO, and ITL amongst others. And then when I had finished with them, I would sit with the juniors to attend their courses. I even took some marketing classes. None of them gave me any marks. None of them show on my mark sheet. But I think in the persual of knowledge, I learnt even more.
My Montage (people write things about their classmates at the end of MBA course) says, “No one knows what he wants. Not he and not even God. Believes in networking only with great people”. I smile. Probably only I amongst my classmates know what I want, right from the time when I was 14 years old.
सर्द हवा से टूटते पत्ते
किसी से डर , पीले पड़कर
चुप हो जाते हैं।
किसी कोने में छुप कर,
राहगीरों की पदचाप से बचते हुए,
मौन व्रत में डूब जाते हैं।
और इसी डर से की कोई देख न ले,
अकेलेपन से झूझते हुए,
चिरनिंद्रा में लीन हो जाते हैं।
I don’t like forgetting my phone in the room when i go out - wonder who might have called me in my absence - and coming back to realize that no one had anything to say/text.
तभी याद आया कि मेरे दादाजी (बाबा) और दादीजी (अम्मू) भी शामिल थे स्वतंत्रता सेनानियों में और अनगिनित गांधीवादियों कि तरह उनके भी जेल जान पड़ा था। दोनो कि तबियत भी काफी खराब हुई थी उस दौरान। बाबा और अम्मू दोनो ही संपन्न परिवारों से ताल्लुक रखते थे और उन्हें कोई आवश्यकता नही थी अपने स्निग्ध जीवनशैली त्याग के ,जेल के एक बैरक में बासी रोटी और अधपकी दाल खाने की। लेकिन उन्होने ऐसा किया, कुछ अपनी पीढ़ी के लिए, कुछ मेरी पीढ़ी के लिए और कुछ मेरी आने वाले पीढियों के लिए।
बाबा अब नही रहे, अम्मू से अगर पूछों कि आपने क्यों इतना त्याग किया तो वो कहेंगी कि उस समय का उन्माद ऐसा ही था। वे कहेंगी कि कुछ इतनी बड़ी बात भी नही थी। किन्तु जिस चीज़ के लिए आपने इतनी मेहनत की, उस की कीमत हम में से कोई न समझा।
एक PEPSI पीते , McD का burger खाते और GRE देके पहले मौक़े में अमरीका जाते हुए आपके अयोग्य पौत्र की ओर से शत् शत् नमन .
ये क्या पंछी से पूछ्तें हैं
“तुम किस देश से आए हो?”
या फिर गिलहरी के फुदकने की बातें ,
पुर्वायी को बतातें हैं
ये पत्ते कुछ तो कहते हैं…
क्या बीता हुआ साल सोच के,
ये यादों में खो जातें हैं ?
या क्या ये तुम्हारी आंखें देखकर ,
एक अधूरा सा गीत गाते हैं ..
ये पत्ते कुछ तो कहते हैं…
Students -
1) Rahul Newar - The true bond.
2) Neelesh sachdeva - The only person who has everything that i’m impressed by. Studies, Intelligence, People skills, Carefree, Down to earth & helpful
3) Naval Goel - The only person who knows finance in IIFT. The only person who is unaffected by what people say. The only person whose transformation impresses & inspires me.
4) Chango - He’s Smart, he’s ambitious , he’s pragmatic & he networks like anything. If he’s your friend, you know he’ll be there when you need him.
Professors -
1) Deepak Chawla - for developing a passion for Stats in me.
2) P. Bhaumik - The only teacher who taught me ‘why’ of mathematics. The only teacher who instilled confidence in me that I too can understand mathematics.The only teacher who made me believe in my intellectual capabilities.
Administration -
1) Gaurav Gulati - For proving that rules are meant to help you, not hinder.
Support Staff
1) Ramnivas Ji - for having a smile on his face even while dealing with so many irritating situations.
किसने सोचा था कि मैं IIFT को याद करूंगा ? लेकिन अब ऐसा है। मुझे बहुत सारी बातें याद आएंगी …… बहुत आएंगी ॥ सर्दी कि गुनगुनी धुप में घूमना, कैफे में बैठकर नीम्बू पानी पीना, तुम्हारा मजाक बनाना , अपना मूर्ख बनना ,२ रूपये की चाय के लिए लड़ाई , १ रूपये कि मठरी को आधा आधा खाना, NCERT में जाके चिट्ठी डालना, ATM के सामने तुम्हे परेशान करना , मैक्रोनी में तुम्हारा ‘मूँ मारना’ , नॉएडा में दोस्तो के पास जाना ,टंकू में मिलो पीना…. क्या मुझे ये कभी इतना आकर्षित कर सकता था?
और ये सब केवल तुम्हारी वजह से है मंदबुद्धि ।
कौन मूरख़ है? क्या वो जो धीरे सोचता है , या वो जो धीमे काम करता है, या वो जो पढाई अथवा खेल-कूद में पिछड़ा है?क्या वो जो अजीब सवाल पूछता है या वो जो अजीब बातें करता है ,या फिर वो जिसका काटने में सबसे अधिक आनंद आता है?
कहना मुश्किल है ! लेकिन ज़रा सोच के देखिये, हम सब जीवन के किसी न किसी मोड़ पे, कुछ मूर्ख़ता नही करते है? एक सवाल उभरता है…. क्या हम सब, किसी न किसी की नज़रों में मूर्ख नही हैं?
हमे क्या अधिकार है की किसी का मजाक उडायें ? हमे क्या अधिकार है की किसी और की बुराई करें ? ख़ुद में कभी झांक कर तो देखे की आखर हम कौन बड़ी तोप है जो दूसरे को गधा कहे!
फुददु वो है जो अपने को दूध का धुला समझे और सोचे की उससे बेहतर व्यक्ति नज़र नही आता. नज़र उठा के देख आदम!! हर वो चीज़ जो मै करता हूँ, मुझसे १०० गुना बेहतर कोई और कर सकता है, और हर वो चीज़ जिसपे तुम इतराओ , उससे १०० गुना वोही किसी और के पास भी हो
“बना है शाह का मुसाहिब , फिरे है इतराता
वरना शहर में गालिब की आबरू क्या है “
Ok. So I came all the way back from Delhi to take the CFA exam in Bombay on June 3, 2007. so what if the useless trip cost me 12,000 bucks. It was well worth the efforts, time and money…. Or was it?
Ummm… may be not. this exam was different. .. Chalo let me start from the beginning
I landed at Mumbai airport after flying through beautiful clouds aboard an Indian airlines flight. People say that their service is poor; however it was much better than Go air. Anyways, I had a window seat and for the first time was in an airplane while being in midst of a storm. The plane was shaking violently and was bumping too… seemed more of being in a bus from Kota to Ajmer rather than in a plane from del to bom.
Anyways, after a 45 min delay I landed at Mumbai airport at about 8 PM. I had already made my boarding arrangements at 3 places. So I went to NITIE because it was closest to the test centre at Thakur Engg college at Kandivili. I got a room on 7th floor, number 707. it seemed as if the airplane thing was just not leaving me. There the room was in a mess and no pillows or bed sheets were provided. So I borrowed a bed sheet from shriharsha which I eventually used as a pillow because I didn’t want the sleep to be a pain in the neck (pun intended)
When I landed in NITIE, Chandan told me that PPO decision is due on Tuesday. Now I already know what skimpy chance do I have at a PPO so it didn’t bother me much. However there was, and is, a small feeling that ….. Chalo, let’s leave that for a moment.
So I borrowed an alarm clock. I set multiple alarms just to make sure that I don’t forget to wake up in the morning. . I studied a bit of GIPS and asset valuation before I slept at 11 30.
I woke up at 5 30 AM. But then I thought “ki agar life mein neend nahi poori ki to kya kiya?”. So I slept for an hour more and woke up at 6 30 AM out of sheer tension. Then quickly got ready and was set to leave for the exam.
A break here— at this point I must state that NITIE campus is very beautiful. I liked it very much, about the same as PEC.
Haan to as I was saying, when I was going out of the hostel I found a few guys all ready like me. I guessed immediately that they too were CFA candidates. Since there was only one centre at Bombay, my baniya buddhi thought it better to share an auto (read cut my operating expenses by half). So I sat with this padhakoo looking guy. The route from NITIE to kandivili was very beautiful. It was a cloudy day and that really cheered me up. In fact it was so beautiful that I really had a doubt that this place was in Bombay. Chalo koi na, I finally reached thakur’s at about 7 50 AM.
There were lots of people at the centre. Around 2000 may be. There were a quite a few sexy looking chicks too, which busted my myth of finance being a male dominated area. Or may be it was just another application of looks-and-boobs-can-take-you-places theory
Jo bhi ho, the centre was very well managed. Invigilators were wearing a seemingly bulletproof yellow top up shirt which reminded me of a parrot. I asked one of them why was it like that and she told me it’s CFA policy. I though that the CFA institute makes people work like an ass and look like a parrot… what are they somehow affiliated to PeTA? But then I just shrugged off the feeling and continued my observations at the firagi test centre. There were big posters of Cell phones not allowed and Laptops/ PC’s not allowed all over the place. They were printed on pretty decent paper and I wondered how much would have this bullshit cost them. But with all that $845 fees, they can spend money on things like that I guess.
So then I went inside the centre where they repeatedly checked my hall ticket and Passport. They’re pretty touchy on these issues yaar. So then they gave us a very well printed exam booklet and OMR sheet and read the instructions aloud. The test began at sharp 9 AM according to the 30 Rs digital ‘hello kitty’ watch that I purchased from Dwarka.
I started with Portfolio Mgmt . there were 6 qns and I did not know answer to 1. CML and SML were heavily tested material. I then moved to asset valuation. But I found that tough and in the mid section went to economics which I again found tough. There were some qns on monetary policy effects on currency appreciation that I’m sure I did bad in. I next moved to Quant which was ok types and to Ethics which were fine. Then I went back to asset valuation before finally doing Financial statement analysis, which as again OK.
So in essence, asset valuation was tough and other sections were fine… but I din’t have that ‘phod diya’ feeling in AM test.
BUT I finished the test 1hour before .
Then there was a break for 2 hours where I had a very oily chola bhatura and a fag. This guy from ICFAI was also smoking and I cursed his institute a bit. He was curious about IIFT and I gave him general gyaan.
I met a few of my college seniors also during the exam
Then came the afternoon session.
This section was easier. I started with portfolio mgmt again which was just OK types. Lots of CML/SML qns again. Then I moved to asset valuation which I found easy. As I was a bit confidant, I moved to FSA which again was easy. Nest I went to Economics which was cool . Then was Quant which I think I cracked. Last was ethich where again I did well.
Overall paper was easy But tricky. Also lots of ‘ratta’ is required. Theory is big time important. Even quant had theory in it.
So in essence, AM was bad and PM was good. However, because AM was Quite bad, I’m 80% sure I’ll pass. Ok may be 90% but definitely not 100%
Out of 240 qns I did not know/got confused in 54 qns.
Assuming I knew the answers at this much correct of level, my score is
70%level 75%level 80% level 83%level 85% level
sure 186 130.2 139.5 148.8 154.38 158.1
unsure 54 13.5 13.5 13.5 13.5 13.5
Total 143.7 153 162.3 167.88 171.6
% 59.875 63.75 67.625 69.95 71.5
at most I can get 74% approx
Most probably I’ll get 68% types. So that’s it. I’m borderline case in this exam
Decadence is setting in. My ideas & ethics are dying and am everyday getting more and more materialistic.
A number of thoghts cross my mind everyday. This is an attempt to word my emotions on a gamut of things.
If you’re here to find some fun stuff, you’ll be dissapointed. This is meant to be more of a chronicle rather than an intellectual/entertainment portal!
However, if you’re here to see what have i been up to; you’re more than welcome.
