An MBA: Masters in Business Administration. Generally 2 years long and quite expensive. Clearing this is supposed to grant you easy entry to the world of the highflying executive and suitably line your pockets. Very competitive. Usually requires genius level scores in tests called GMAT, CAT, MAT, XAT, SNAP, CRAP etc.
A Masters: Can be in anything! For the sake of money, consider Masters in Management. Half the cost, duration, future salary of an MBA. Generally has no truck with prospective inlaws (Ye engineering ka hai? someone i know got asked). Quite competitive. May or may not require genius level scores in aforementioned tests.
Groundwork laid, what should one prefer? Apparently MIM has lesser opportunity cost whereas MBA has greater monetary value. Eitherways, i will be heading for GMAT prep pretty soon so in the forthcoming months this dilemma shall hopefully be solved.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
2012
Apparently, the world is going to end in another 3 years, in 2012. Everyone from the Mayans to the inventors of the Large Hadron Collider to Holly wood is predicting it. Infact Hollywood plans to warn us so successfully that we end up parting good money to watch the movie 2012, their 2 hour prediction on how we're going to die.
On a more random note,blogger.com does not support the spelling of 'movie'.
Coming back to 2012,all this seems like an anti-climax after the mass hysteria of the year 2000. People were predicting nuclear missiles timers would go off in a Terminator style tragedy, that the y2k bug would take over our computer systems thus enslaving us. Prophecies by an oddly named chap called Nostradamus were dusted out to prove that the world would indeed end. It didn't. The stock markets didn't get affected and life went on with 2001 being followed up in quick succession with 8 short years leading up to today. AND again we're back to predicting the end of the world.
Is life really that boring and tedious that people want it to end? or are they trying to use death as some sort of motivational tool? Beats me. This whole end of the world stuff is actually quite hilarious. From examples of people all around me, the only ones who live are the ones who don't care what happens and the ones who do care/worry are stuck like the hamster in the wheel. And by the time people realize this they're too old to do half the things they wanted to!
Very ironic business, life.
On a more random note,blogger.com does not support the spelling of 'movie'.
Coming back to 2012,all this seems like an anti-climax after the mass hysteria of the year 2000. People were predicting nuclear missiles timers would go off in a Terminator style tragedy, that the y2k bug would take over our computer systems thus enslaving us. Prophecies by an oddly named chap called Nostradamus were dusted out to prove that the world would indeed end. It didn't. The stock markets didn't get affected and life went on with 2001 being followed up in quick succession with 8 short years leading up to today. AND again we're back to predicting the end of the world.
Is life really that boring and tedious that people want it to end? or are they trying to use death as some sort of motivational tool? Beats me. This whole end of the world stuff is actually quite hilarious. From examples of people all around me, the only ones who live are the ones who don't care what happens and the ones who do care/worry are stuck like the hamster in the wheel. And by the time people realize this they're too old to do half the things they wanted to!
Very ironic business, life.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Attempt number 2
2006 December was when I started this blog and so far have managed to notch up three entries. This is my 2nd attempt at maintaining a blog and let us see how it fares
Ummm.
Its quite weird..I can write all I want to in a book and bite of the back of whichever pen I'm holding but I can never seem to sit at a computer and write a blog! I don't know if its the lack of ink or some complicated keyboard phobia but thoughts just stop flowing when I'm at this.
Come to think of it I don't remember why my blog is called screamatquixote. I didn't hold that misguided knight any grudges in 2006 and still don't so I'll just put it down to teenage angst.
Moving on, I've just finished Gerald Durrell's "My Family & Other Animals". By some quirk of Fate two friends decided to gift me this book way before my birthday and I ended up with two copies. It follows the hilarious expedition of the Durrell family who decide to pack their bags and move to the island of Corfu in Greece and the adventures that ensue during the 4 years the family of five -the Mother, gun-toting Leslie, book-snobbish Larry, Margo, Gerry the naturalist and the host of animals he collects from dogs to scorpions to seagulls- spend in Corfu. I stumbled upon a passage from this book in 10th grade and had since then been vainly trying to get my hands on the book until some very savvy friends of mine found it on the internet. Makes rubbish of my usual approach of searching in the nooks and crannies of the Sunday Book Bazar at Abids, Best bookshop and random bookstalls put up enticingly along roads for souls like me. When I remarked this to a friend she said you want to read the book or to search for it? Both I guess. The journey is the reward, the thrill of the chase etc etc all apply when you sit with a smug smile of satisfaction leafing through yellowed pages of something published before your parents were born.
Yes well, I think I'll stick to my diaries. The bloody backspace button is the culprit. You erase and forget, instead of scratching out, unscratching, editing, more scratching and then arriving at the perfect sentence.
Ummm.
Its quite weird..I can write all I want to in a book and bite of the back of whichever pen I'm holding but I can never seem to sit at a computer and write a blog! I don't know if its the lack of ink or some complicated keyboard phobia but thoughts just stop flowing when I'm at this.
Come to think of it I don't remember why my blog is called screamatquixote. I didn't hold that misguided knight any grudges in 2006 and still don't so I'll just put it down to teenage angst.
Moving on, I've just finished Gerald Durrell's "My Family & Other Animals". By some quirk of Fate two friends decided to gift me this book way before my birthday and I ended up with two copies. It follows the hilarious expedition of the Durrell family who decide to pack their bags and move to the island of Corfu in Greece and the adventures that ensue during the 4 years the family of five -the Mother, gun-toting Leslie, book-snobbish Larry, Margo, Gerry the naturalist and the host of animals he collects from dogs to scorpions to seagulls- spend in Corfu. I stumbled upon a passage from this book in 10th grade and had since then been vainly trying to get my hands on the book until some very savvy friends of mine found it on the internet. Makes rubbish of my usual approach of searching in the nooks and crannies of the Sunday Book Bazar at Abids, Best bookshop and random bookstalls put up enticingly along roads for souls like me. When I remarked this to a friend she said you want to read the book or to search for it? Both I guess. The journey is the reward, the thrill of the chase etc etc all apply when you sit with a smug smile of satisfaction leafing through yellowed pages of something published before your parents were born.
Yes well, I think I'll stick to my diaries. The bloody backspace button is the culprit. You erase and forget, instead of scratching out, unscratching, editing, more scratching and then arriving at the perfect sentence.
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