24th of April 2007, the day when i gave my last exam in IIT, marked the end of my college life and the beginning of a whole new 'Professional' world. Like many other in my class, I was in great dilemma on whether i should pursue something in Aerospace or take up a job in non-core. I decided to go for the latter with a caveat that i will probably reconsider Aerospace in an years time.
2 years have passed since then. I am still with Inductis. You may ask me what happened to my plan of reconsidering Aerospace. Well i had it at the back of my mind all the time, but the same old fears grappled me every time i thought about it. Only difference being that this time i have some idea of what is in store for me here.
Life is all about taking the right decisions at the right time. And i have taken mine, now its for time to tell whether it was right or wrong.
Coming back to the so called non-core job. I think i have largely enjoyed it. The kind of work I do, the great friends I have made over here, the flexibility I enjoy and ofcourse the amount of money i get paid, there are more than one reason for me to be happy about. Though things have started to change off late, but that's a different story all-together. I will come to that may be some other time.
Coming now to the main point, analytics is not what i had in mind when i choose the non-core path. There are things i yearn to do and it's time that I actively focus on them. Now whether an mba would be a part of the journey is yet to be decided. That's the way it should be: Focus on the larger motive, on the end result and let the things unravel by themselves.
With that note let me wrap this up. After a long time i seem to have some clarity in my mind. I just need to see if i can get the same focus back which i once had when i was preparing for JEE.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
gloom everywhere
2008 has been a great year for me, its the year when my sister got engaged, I first landed on foreign soil, performed great professionally, went on a Goa trip (finally !!!) but towards the end of things have started to look a lot gloomy .. and for multiple reasons
1. Constant thoughts of 'Am I in the right place?'
2. Screwed CAT
3. Closely missed a promotion
4. My Car's been in service center for almost a month now
5. My new camera has stopped functioning
6. I have been on beach for over 3 months now
probably i have become very materialistic offlate and this recession is a time when i can sit down and rethink of what i want out of my life ... should things like car and camera matter so much to me .. there's a lot to think about, i just hope i come out with the right answers before it gets too late
1. Constant thoughts of 'Am I in the right place?'
2. Screwed CAT
3. Closely missed a promotion
4. My Car's been in service center for almost a month now
5. My new camera has stopped functioning
6. I have been on beach for over 3 months now
probably i have become very materialistic offlate and this recession is a time when i can sit down and rethink of what i want out of my life ... should things like car and camera matter so much to me .. there's a lot to think about, i just hope i come out with the right answers before it gets too late
Monday, September 10, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
its pouring again ..
As i am glued to the screen watching streets of mumbai drown in water, images of july26th 2005 emerge in my eyes. And once again i thank god for my near.
After a 3 month long vacation i was on my way to mumbai. My train was running late by 3hrs and reached mumbai by 10. When i got down it was drizzling as expected in july. I caught a local and by 1130 i was in my room. It had started to rain heavily by then. In the next two hours it rained like cats and dogs disrupting the trains and the road traffic. By evening things were out of control, water level in the hostel had risen to a level that most of the rooms in the ground floor were half drowned leaving students running here and there.
It rained a total of 940 mm in one single day, more than what most cities get throughout the year and half of what mumbai gets during the whole season. The aftermath
Trains, flights, buses everything came to a stand still. My train was supposedly among the last ones which reached mumbai. For the next 3 days mumbai was cutoff from the rest of the world. Schools, colleges, offices closed.
Following months saw the maharashtra govt. making huge promises, but with mumbai drowning again i have no doubt that not even one would have been fulfilled.
After a 3 month long vacation i was on my way to mumbai. My train was running late by 3hrs and reached mumbai by 10. When i got down it was drizzling as expected in july. I caught a local and by 1130 i was in my room. It had started to rain heavily by then. In the next two hours it rained like cats and dogs disrupting the trains and the road traffic. By evening things were out of control, water level in the hostel had risen to a level that most of the rooms in the ground floor were half drowned leaving students running here and there.
It rained a total of 940 mm in one single day, more than what most cities get throughout the year and half of what mumbai gets during the whole season. The aftermath
Trains, flights, buses everything came to a stand still. My train was supposedly among the last ones which reached mumbai. For the next 3 days mumbai was cutoff from the rest of the world. Schools, colleges, offices closed.
Following months saw the maharashtra govt. making huge promises, but with mumbai drowning again i have no doubt that not even one would have been fulfilled.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Trekking in himalayas :)
Safe back home as i am writing this blog, memories of the trek are still vivid in my mind. The ten day long expedition was thrilling and far more exciting than any of my previous ones, for this was the first time i felt so close to nature. Never before did i imagine a life without even the basic amenities like electricity, let alone the computer screen which i am glued to 24 hrs a day. It was an experience in itself which i believe everyone should have at least once in a life time. It is when you learn to appreciate the beauty of nature, its vastness, the sheer thrill of being so close to nature.It all s
tarted when 3 of us, Ankur, Roshan and I, met in chandigarh on our way to Kasol, where we had our base camp. After acclimatisation and some basic training of rock climbing and rappelling, we set out for the trekking on the third day. We were a total of around 40 people form various parts of the country, but largely outnumbered by the gujjus. It was my first experience of living in tents and to be frank at first i didn't like it at all. Four years of hostel life had got me so tuned to sleeping late in the night, that 'early to bed and early to rise' was an arduous task for me. And that too when its the vacation time. But soon enough we had 'bridge' save us from the compulsion of sleeping early. We spent hours playing bridge in torch light until it 
was late in the night. In the day time we used to climb around 1500 feet everyday to our next camp where we were welcomed by a series of whistles starting with welcome drink, soup, tea, snacks, dinner, horlicks and what not. By the end of the 6th day we were at 12000 feet and ready for our final climb to the Sarpass. The temperature outside had dropped to less than 5 degrees, and for a person like me who has never been even in 10 degree's of temperature, things weren't all that easy.
On 7th day we woke up as early as 3 Am and started our journey to Sarpass. By 9 we were at the top of the peaks surrounded by thick snow everywhere. It was an exp
erience of a lifetime. Covered with 5 layers of clothes i knew that the cool breeze will have a hard time reaching inside. We kept marching until we reached the top form where we were supposed to slide down a km and a half. This was no doubt the best part of the whole journey. All the agony of waking up early, living in tents, attending nature calls in open had at once been replaced by a sense of utmost joy which kept me longing for more. Those fifteen minutes of excitement were worth all the efforts of days. We then spent the next hour playing in the snow and made a 'Snow Man', just when small flakes of snow started falling, 'Wow .. its a snow fall' i screamed.
On my way back i could not forget the sight of the mountains covered with thick layers of snow, something which only the lucky ones on this earth get to see.
Years down the line, whenever i would recall my trip to Sarpaas a smile will come across my face with a longing desire to go back to the nature once more ...
tarted when 3 of us, Ankur, Roshan and I, met in chandigarh on our way to Kasol, where we had our base camp. After acclimatisation and some basic training of rock climbing and rappelling, we set out for the trekking on the third day. We were a total of around 40 people form various parts of the country, but largely outnumbered by the gujjus. It was my first experience of living in tents and to be frank at first i didn't like it at all. Four years of hostel life had got me so tuned to sleeping late in the night, that 'early to bed and early to rise' was an arduous task for me. And that too when its the vacation time. But soon enough we had 'bridge' save us from the compulsion of sleeping early. We spent hours playing bridge in torch light until it 
was late in the night. In the day time we used to climb around 1500 feet everyday to our next camp where we were welcomed by a series of whistles starting with welcome drink, soup, tea, snacks, dinner, horlicks and what not. By the end of the 6th day we were at 12000 feet and ready for our final climb to the Sarpass. The temperature outside had dropped to less than 5 degrees, and for a person like me who has never been even in 10 degree's of temperature, things weren't all that easy.On 7th day we woke up as early as 3 Am and started our journey to Sarpass. By 9 we were at the top of the peaks surrounded by thick snow everywhere. It was an exp
erience of a lifetime. Covered with 5 layers of clothes i knew that the cool breeze will have a hard time reaching inside. We kept marching until we reached the top form where we were supposed to slide down a km and a half. This was no doubt the best part of the whole journey. All the agony of waking up early, living in tents, attending nature calls in open had at once been replaced by a sense of utmost joy which kept me longing for more. Those fifteen minutes of excitement were worth all the efforts of days. We then spent the next hour playing in the snow and made a 'Snow Man', just when small flakes of snow started falling, 'Wow .. its a snow fall' i screamed.On my way back i could not forget the sight of the mountains covered with thick layers of snow, something which only the lucky ones on this earth get to see.
Years down the line, whenever i would recall my trip to Sarpaas a smile will come across my face with a longing desire to go back to the nature once more ...
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