An Ode

For someone who hates to say goodbye, a one year MBA program is not the place to be. The frequency with which we have to bid farewell to out professors is higher than the frequency of Aravind Kejriwal's dharnas. Every two weeks, we give a standing ovation to a professor from one part of the world or other for delivering the last lecture for the class of 2016. I kid you not when I say the room is charged with emotions, I honestly believe some people secretly break down and cry later with all the energy that exists in that room. This term, we had Professor Katalan taking Decision Making and Optimization for half the term. He is a truly remarkable man. The kind of insight he brought to the classroom with all his understanding of different industries and weird trivia was awe inspiring. I don't think I spent more than 10 minutes of sleeping time in any of his lectures. (Not counting, of course, that one lecture that I slept through because I just could not bring myself to get out of bed.) And then there was dearly beloved little Professor Croce with his little eccentricities and perfect sense of humour. After his sixth lecture, I honestly regretted sleeping through the first five. He made economics fun. I find it hard to believe that I am saying this, but global economics is actually quite interesting. And just like the rest, they are now gone. To be heard from no more. Just two of the fourteen who have been with us in a span of three months. C'est la vie. our paths shall cross if they have to, or maybe they won't.

In another world, another one of those psychometric test reports has called me arrogant. I don't get it? I think I am the nicest person in the whole wide world. How can anybody call me arrogant? I disagree. Just stating my opinion out loud.
Neha is now waiting for dinner. I should scoot!

Another time,
Naina

Through History in Heels

So, I finally got to watch Jurassic World last week. I thought it was well made. Yash Raj would be very proud. They even took the effort to make Rahul Gandhi's strain of "women empowerment" a reelity (That was  not a typo). Apart from the cliched kissing scenes and the over hyper pre-teen, the only thorn in my side, (or should I call it the stiletto in my side?) was the five inch heel Bryce Dallas Howard was wearing through the movie. I don't care if those are Jimmy Choos or never before heard of shoes, here is a fact. Heels break. And I don't just mean the ones attached to your shoes. Here is another fact, Pressure = Force per unit area, which is to say, if you be walking on mud, your heels be sinking in deep. No way you run like a chicken whose ass is on fire like that. So Missy, unbuttoning and rolling up your sleeves is not how you compensate for your choice in footwear. Slipping out of those pretties, gently picking them up and throwing them far far away into the deep blue artificial lake behind you is the only way to go. And yes, you might want to consider putting on a pair of running shoes. Bare-feet ain't getting you anywhere either.

So much for the anti-sexist movies. Would it kill you if the actress doesn't look perfect (read sexy) at all times?

*Spoiler below*

Q: How do you outrun a T-Rex with a flaming torch in hand, pretending to be Anya Major?

Ans: You don't. But when you do, make sure you do it with panache in a pair of stilettos you've been running marathons in All Day Long.

*Spoiler over*

I don't want to get into any meninist/feminist arguments over this. I am just pointing out a big fat blooper in a big fat dino movie. Read it, and let it go.

And yeah, Go Girl Power!

Naina