The Uninspiring Title

So this is an all time low. I'm sitting here thinking, I want to write a blogpost but I have absolutely no idea what I should write about. In walks Ms. Ishani Banerjee to help me pick a topic. Her suggestions go something like this: Shoes, Colourful Socks, Smelly Feet, Pedicure, Why I hate a Pedicure! and well like any sane person I have her my best you-are-crazy-do-you-know-that-look and swung around my chair. However after another hour of racking around my brain, I look down and suddenly notice my Yellow Puma Chappals! You see these particular pair is symbolic of a number of things: 1. These were the first pair of footwear I bought with my own hard-earned money. 2. The pair represents the time I stood up to mom since the chappals cost me 700 bucks and mum just could not understand how I (read anyone) could spend SEVEN HUNDRED BUCKS on a pair of CHAPPALS! no matter how many times I repeated they were Puma Chapplals! 3. They were a very pretty Yellow colour with purpl...

Asolare: A useful Italian verb meaning to spend your time in a delightful but useless way. Perhaps by far the most useful thing I learnt in office. I mean yes I learnt a lot of more useful, non-meaningless stuff too, but the most interesting thing I learnt was:  DON'T PANIC JUST ASOLARE.  Think about it, what is the first thing you do when you have an exam - oh! wait i'm working now! I can finally say random things like or a really IMPORTANT presentation due the next morning, and you haven't begun working, what do you do? Me? I have stages: Stage 1: existential crisis. What am I doing with my life?? Note to self: turn over all decision making power over your life to mom/bestfriend/random-guy-on-the-street, because you don't deserve any power-abuser! Stage 2:  Step 1: make myself a cup of coffee, the kind that you beat and that takes forever to make.  Step 2: drink said coffee. Step 3: feel like I can take on the world,ah the wond...

You see I did my Post Graduation in Advertising and PR from IIMC recently... i mean like im-still-waiting-on-the-final-results recently... and while there I lived in the hostel. So this was something I wrote for all my girls in the hostel and since I miss them so much and writing it again today here.... The hostel life at IIMC is fraught with midnight rants over presentations half done and 3 am hugs over jobs well done, a common TV room, curfew at 10 and individual or double occupancy rooms. At first glance the girl’s hostel seems like an idyllic place to call home for 9 short months. However the girl’s hostel at IIMC can be a tricky place to survive. Hence we decided to bring to you the essential survival kit to make your stay here easier, better, happier. The first thing you need to remember is that the mess food is great! Swear by it. I mean it; where else can you find non vegetarian food several times a week? Admittedly cockroaches might not be your preferred source of meat...