Another random post just so that I don’t stop the habit altogether like I’ve done so many times before.
Financial management is deep. Seriously. And when my distinguished professor teaches it, though I don’t really pay attention, I can feel what he says is important. I feel humbled and unworthy of such knowledge imparted in my presence, henceforth I leave class. To be there is to be too close to the sun.
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"Had you spent time in READING the chapter,
you would have been able to do this question
in 1/4 of the time you spent here." |
I shall take up this course again when I am on the final rungs of self actualization. Till then, I will not soil the book with my unworthy attention and sully the beautiful numbers and figures and the unintelligible language and concentrate on the doodles I scribble around the text. Actually, to come to think of it, no that’s my Accounting book. Thank God, such blasphemy, the sheer sacrilegious nature of the act of spoiling the blessed Financial Management text book; I shudder to think of the consequences. (See right for actual photos of the comments on my Mid-term exam paper.)
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| "Dont you FEEL anything??" |
Further I am not emotionally developed enough to fathom the intricacies of this subject, I should see more of life before I tackle it. I shall endeavor to do so during the time I have when I walk out of class, which I shall now do more often. I pray I succeed, and one day, I will fathom Finance, maybe even enough to take on the CFA level 1.
However till then, to be on the conservative side, I shall stick to marketing.
From the loo at the oldest business school outside of North America. This was right above the commode.
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| I just really liked this one. |
Now, another example of life hitting you when you’re down. Comfort eating is just as fattening, if not more so, than any other kind of eating. Further, it really is unfair, food you stuff down your throat at a pricey place, just to get a clean plate, or to get your money’s worth, should really not affect the calorie counter. As shouldn’t, and this is very desi-specific, the swimming in oil savories you have to devour just so that you don’t hurt Aunti this-or-that’s feelings.
People who fill up their plates at weddings and then waste food, (and seriously, loading plates because you"re worried it’ll run out? WTH!) I hope that not only what you eat, but also the edibles you waste, go straight to your thighs, or tummy or bum, whatever stings most and looks worst. And may you have an upset tummy the next day to boot.
I have awesome friends, I really do, but people, there are certain things I do for love and attention when I’ve had a rough time, fuss over me, please don’t go intellectual on me. Case in point, I announce to the world that I hate pain, and the response I get is not asking me how I am (I had a bad fall today) but rather how pain is good, and, I quote,
"Pain is the difference between human reality and a false perception of Gods we think we are"
THAT DIDN'T HELP! Yes, that’s the way you are, and yes I am intellectually capable of understanding and answering to that, and I love you all, but I am, at times, a small minded child who should be tended to as such.
Finally, and this is long overdue,all the people who keep asking me when I ll put up something, or give me feedback and constructive criticism, I LOVE YOU. ALL of you. Thank you for taking the time out for this. To quote Lambert, “Thanks for loving me, Cuz youre doing it perfectly”
Peace.
