LIBA for diva? Naah…

I have been super lazy for not updating my blog. Being a stoner has its toll. Was busy making new friends. Yes I do have new friends. Old friends do u feel like losers? You all should. Was busy making friends with people who are going to join my new Alma Mater. Now I am ready to spill the beans.

I’m moving to Chennai. And most of the people are saying that I chose Chennai over Delhi just because my ex stays there. Let the morons speak and lemme tell you the truth. The truth is she is marrying a tamil guy and she has found the love of her life. Anyway I hate her because she did not give a blowjob to me (except that I have no regrets).

Caution : Don’t believe on any of the words written above. The previous pargraph has been written to draw attention and increase the number of visitors on Baked Stale.

But the partial truth is correct. I am moving to down south and chose it over the national capital. With my pathetic performance in CAT and XAT I was able to convert only 3 colleges out of all the colleges I applied to. I am a shameless loser. I will not lie. Goa Institute of Management (GIM)  rejected me and was thrown out of GD in TAPMI. I don’t regret. Who cares?

The colleges which found me worthy enough are :

1.Lal Bahadur Shashtri Institute of Management (LBS/LBSIM), Delhi

2.Institute for Financial Management and Research (IFMR), Chennai

3.Loyola Institute of Business Administration (LIBA), Chennai

Now the results came out in the same order as the above numbering. I even took admission in LBS before Chennai results were out. When IFMR and LIBA sent their convert letters I was in dilemma. I was confused whether I should stick to LBS or cancel my candidature for any other college. In the end I decided to go for LIBA.

Now ask me why I chose LIBA over LBS. Anyway I am going to tellya.

1. LIBA is three ranks ahead of LBS in Pagalguy 2012 rankings and I followed it diligently for years.
2. Delhi did not impress me. The city is filled with fake attitude, snobs and show offs which a little too much for my intellect hungry bong soul.
3. I have been to Chennai and I liked it. Anyway I kind of respect southies because they take their life and studies seriously, at least that is what I think.
4. LIBA has slightly better placement figures than LBS. Although LIBA does not publish its placement reports officially but the conclusion has been reached by googled sources.
5. I have been a part of Facebook group of LBS and the members over there seemed childish. LIBA converts group is way classier but less informative and less active.
6. LIBA has hostel while LBS has no hostel which is a big problem in the issues of peer learning and will increase the financial toll.
7. Left IFMR for ROI.
8. I did my 12^th from Loyola High School, Patna, so kind of biased with the brand name.

I don’t need more reason to choose LIBA. And it is futile if u try to convince me to choose Delhi over Chennai. Husein and Devam tried and failed.

Now since I am moving down south I will truly miss Kolkata. Although I have previously blabbered about my own city and my love for her here, but I have never mentioned any person in my life.

I will my office colleagues for sure. Frankly speaking I hate my office. Cheap politics, workaholics, timids and pets are in abundance in my office. I was lucky enough to find a group which actually made my office days tolerable. We always gawked at girls, drank for merriment, made all kind of witty and non-veg jokes and shared our frustration. Even the girls in our group did that. Yes, take it losers, they drank with me and gawked at girls too. 😀 LOL. I will not name my office guys because I may miss some but believe me they were ossum.

I will miss my SomePlaceElse group. I will miss the small adda we used to have after regular office hours. I will miss Podu, Medi, Titir, Pal and Topper. Although the group will be scattered now as everybody is moving out in different directions but the legendary moments we spent are unforgettable. I will also miss Polard Da, my weekend partner in crime :P.

I will miss my granny and granpa with whom I used to stay. I will miss their excessive attention care which I used to hate.

I will miss my company because although it did not fulfil my expectations and really pissed me off, but now I will not be able to carry its tag name. The tag has respect in India being one of the largest business houses.

Anyway I will miss Kolkata, but I am pretty eager to embrace Chennai. Determined to learn Tamil, I am ready feel the heat.

Till then, wish you all a pathetic loser life. See you all on the other side of the commercial.

Bbye

Sinbycosmoy

Oh my fucking Gawd, I almost forgot to make an announcement. I am going to start a new blog, two actually. I know what you all jealous people will say :

‘How much more pathetic you can be. First you tormented us with your random posts on Baked Stale. We love Baked Stale just not you. Now when we are getting bored of your crappy writing you will make us read more of your shit which we seriously don’t want. Please have pity and stop writing.’

And I will answer : ‘Yes you loser readers I will not listen to your requests and will continue to torture you with my grammar less posts filled with typos which I don’t even care to rectify.’

The first blog will be about my Life in LIBA.

Aah so predictable. Trying to impress people eh? To impress one need some substance which you don’t have. Get a life.

The second will be based on management studies specifically Finance.

Gawd save this country. A person who has no financial sense whatsoever and is pretty neck deep down in loans from friends by the end of first week will preach finance. One should always implement SOPA to ban these kind of people from social media and internet.

Whatever you people say, I have decided I am gonna do it. Framework is under construction. You all will be updated soon.

Happy Reading.

PG LIBA Converts Thread

2012…come on…be kickass!!!

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” – 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Read from a friend’s post on FB shared from Bible verse.

Christmas is here and new year is near. Shit that was long back. Holy fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck. What a supercool way to start the first post of 2012, with the holy F word. Sorry loser readers I was a bit high on spirits. Now I am totally dry. BTW, Happy New Year. Well begun is Half done. Half….so clichéd….it is never full. Hope you all started the first half part well. I did not do bad either. Decided to buy Firefox Nitro and start cycling seriously/passionately/just-for-fun/on whim. Now to make it more whimsical, I have decided to write. And write about the most interesting thing on earth (unarguably). Me. Shit, clichéd again. So I decided after reading a post that I will rewrite an ad about myself in the exact way only my name added.

Hello, my name is Tanmoy and yes, I admit it, I pretty much just look at your pictures. Do you actually read these? =P

 

I came from a very small sperm. And, there was this ovum that came from my mom, but I’m pretty sure that I was mostly the sperm part. Later on in my life an ex-girlfriend would say, “100,000 sperm and you were the fastest?”

 

I’m a fun and honest guy and I have an awesome job in an IT biggie (aah…who am I kidding). In person I’m pretty shy when it comes to women…so that’s why I’m hiding behind this computer. And, my skin sparkles like diamonds in direct sunlight.

 

I’m pretty ambitious…I have tried learning French. I have tried to crack CAT. I have tried to lose weight. I have tried to be fairer. LOL.

 

Also, I am not a total fat ass. I try to exercise everyday for 30 minutes on my stationary bike. And, I usually eat fairly healthy.

 

Anyway, good luck to you, because I can have any woman I please. But, apparently so far, I haven’t pleased any of them.

 

Actually, I don’t want to put too much information on here, because I can only handle one woman at a time. =P

 

So, If you want my body and you think I’m sexy…

Come on, sugar, let me know.

 

First Date:

 

You will fan me and feed me grapes…actually it’ll probably be the other way around. =) Maybe we could do something like go shopping so I can buy you a new car. Let me know.

 

But, if we do have a date, or something, then we’ll tell everyone we met when I dropped tea on your feet at tea junction.

Enough of me, now more of me.

I was watching Roadies 9 auditions and it struck me (actually they advertised) that a reality show with 9 seasons in India is not bad. See I am not a big fan of Roadies but I don’t hate it either. I actually love to watch the auditions. I really respect Roadies and Raghu Ram for creating a trend and a dream for the youth, and mind it, I am not going in their content and its quality. There are youths who have been trying to be a Roadie.

Many people think that being a Roadie is cool. I respect them for instilling this thinking in today’s youth. For making Roadie a phenomenon. It takes lot more than hype to make a successful reality show like that.  It is like showing mirror to viewers and showing the joker face residing in everyone. Even my roommate went for the auditions (Yes he is from delhi).

All the best Raghu, Rajiv and Ranvijay.

CAT results are out. Pathetic. So don’t ask and shut the fuck up.

Watch two animated movies back to back. Coraline and Mary & Max. Superb movies. Dark. Not made for humour. Has a deep story and gripping storytelling and screenplay. Must Watch. Also watched Vinnaithaandi Varuvaaya (original of Ek Deewana Tha). Nice movie.

Till then lemme R.I.P.

CATing the bell

If you ask me, ‘How bad is life’, I will retort, ‘As bad as it can get’, and I am being completely honest and not exaggerating.

I hate my job. I am single. I am developing love handles (as if I care anymore). I have lost my confidence. I hate the new Docomo ads. I love the brand but hate Ranbir Kapoor. I am smoking and drinking more than usual. I am out of money. But this day, this very day has been icing on the cake.

Those close to me know how badly I want to quit my job, and today I got a perfect opportunity to do that. I was doing some coding when my cellphone informed me ‘you have a new message’. The message declared that I got a call from KJ Somaiya for their PGDM(FS) programme. The message was in a typical SMS-lingo, so I double checked it by calling them. After a lot of deep and shallow thoughts and likely deep and shallow advices, I decided not to go for the personal interview.

First let me tell you why my decision can be wrong.

1. KJ Somaiya is one of the top Indian B-Schools.
2. The programme is starting this year, so this is their first batch, which means getting in will be comparatively easier.
3. FS means Financial Services, the same domain I am working in right now.
4. Even if I don’t make it at least the experience will enrich me.

Now comes the darker side.

1. I have to spend at least 15 K to make it to the interview which is scheduled 2 days from now.
2. Even if I get through, The classes are starting from august, which means I will have max 1-2 weeks to give my resignation and arrange for my loan (which is rather impossible).
3. I am under a bond of 2 years with my company which is going to end coming February, which means if I quit before that I have to gift 50 K to my beloved company.
4. If I don’t make it 15 K goes to waste.
5. Taking a leave from office will give me a huge workload later, not to speak about the raised eyebrows and shitty ratings.

So after a thorough SWOT analysis (which consists of counting the good points-4 and the bad points-5, over and over again), I decided it is not worth taking chance.

So I was preparing myself mentally to give CAT a shot this year again by preparing hard when I came across a post on FB from PG. Yeah, I am back on FB, the addict I am I hated the + thingy. The post was about the change in format of CAT 2011. The format change came to me as a shock and all my hopes of converting this year by mere luck have been shattered. The changed format means higher cut-offs and need of greater accuracy. Now you all know how pathetically I am performing in the mock-CATs, so the consequences are inevitable. With all this in my mind I returned home after a long day’s work, pretty determined to study and look what me is doing. Writing blog, whining and complaining about life. Typical me.

P.S.Yeah that’s me getting kicked on the butt. At least there are no work-related issues in this post. Sigh…

Daily D

A lot of things are happening around me but I am not feeling a single thing. My dad’s eldest brother died. I was sad, not because I loved him a lot but because he loved me a lot. My sister got admission in Sikkim Manipal University for engineering but I am not feeling happy. She got her new number; she is big girl now, on her own. Not a single thing felt.

In the office one of my friend-cum-colleague has started teasing me about a girl and God I hate that. It is so lame and childish. I know I am single but so not-ready-to-mingle. I am not saying that the abovementioned girl is not good but I can’t help it if I don’t feel that way (at least as of now). Moreover I don’t know how she feels. So I am trying desperately to avoid such bullshits as they are quite annoying.

Watched ‘Kuch Kuch Hota Hai’ on idiot box <enter a random number because I don’t remember> times and felt emotional again. Stupid yet emotional. Simultaneously.

After a long break I pulled myself up and went to my classes again. I didn’t enjoy it, neither did I hate it, and I am giving my mock test today too. I took a bath just now and ready to take the test.  Wooh baby I am trying to bring some change. I want to run. Run far away from all these. Can’t define ‘all these’ though. My roommate is hopping around from one room to another. Is he searching something? I don’t bother to ask. I know he is getting bored. Me too.

I bought some vegetables this morning. I was asleep when our maid entered the room, prepared me an undrinkable tea which eventually woke me up (it can bring a dead man back to life, miracle), and broadcasted that there are no vegetables, so no food will be cooked. I being a responsible fellow and thinking about my sleeping roommates and me, I put on my tees and went to the market with sleepy eyes. And after all that hard work she prepared crappy food again (the one which can bring a dead man back to life, miracle…hope you got the picture). Nevertheless I ate all that because I was hungry. I think our maid knows that we will eat only when we will be hungry, and anything tastes good when you are starving.

I was thinking of getting a bike some time back but the dream is now on hold for some unavoidable reasons. I was missing my bicycle today when some memories of it came to my mind. More on my teen bicycle adventures later. Now my roomies are off to City Centre and I did not go because I have to give the mock test. Any other day I would have missed the test but today I have decided to face the challenge.

Wish me luck.