I sometimes wonder if diversity is spice of life !

With 9 floors of brick building,
its higher than every tree clinging,
The DHL comprises of students & teachers,
ready to study & eat together,
its amazing how open US is,
with Chinese Korean Vietnamese in the terrace,
chewing, gaming, talking an studying,
lads swing their brain & legs in the lobby,
red yellow blue & green,
name any colour and its here in spree,
shoes flip flops ballerinas and heels,
variety is the common thread that leads,
sneezing shouting giggling & crying,
students study oblivious of the rain pouring,
its warm in here but drizzling outside,
the weather plays games all the time.

Ipads laptops cameras & kindles,
name it and you can rent it at the DHL kingdom,
open from morning to midnight,
it serves you with ice cream and coffee lite,
chat or ask an online representative,
24 hrs he will be available,
to help you find a book,
or reserve a room for your group,

Its sad but true,
books are gone in the blue,
as internet takes over the view,
people google instead of bookle,
every doubt on moodle.
While the library remains a place to doodle
or play your favourite game in a poodle.

black & white, tan & pale,
people walk by my lane,
with unique features &
intriguing eyes,
each one has a way of life.

I sometimes wonder if diversity is spice of life !



Students gaming at the DHL

its easy to connect!!

Its easy to connect to your native people
no matter how elder they may be to you
Cuz they speak the same language as you!

A career discussion or a drive to the market,
its all in days work with an Indian target,
we talk, we giggle,
as we know all the Indian riddles!!
Masala papad and Ready to eat roti
is every student's dream opportunity! :P

Felt like home again

Living an international student's life in a city where they speak english, I thought would be easy,
but not really. After my term in France, I learnt to deal with different cultures , meet various people and interact with them, talk to them and understand their life styles, that I assumed United States would be a pice of cake, as English would be an easy medium to communicate and understand people, compared to French.

My American class mates became busy with their part time jobs,girl friends, families, old friends, and various other things, while I assumed, they would always be there to hang out.
But, change is the spice of life.

Meeting new people, hanging out with them , walking, shopping , gives life a new leash,
and I found mine today.

An Indian friend circle, finally in USA :)
No matter how much I love my American friends, its the Indians who made me feel home. I did not know mr.deep who came from the same city as mine, but we clicked! We clicked as we knew each other forever!The river front talks,  bought an aura of Ahmedabad with them. Delhi's metro and Bangalore's traffic, Shimla's mountains and Assam's tea! The topics were varied over a large Carraban platter, just like the terrains of India!
I LOVE INDIA!!! 

Its so easy for them to talk about...

I appreciate them,
but I laugh at them
They have a different culture all together!
The americans!

Its so easy for them to talk about their parents' divorce and mom's menopause,
about their bubble baths and step moms,
i Love them,
but I envy them,
cuz they are so carefree and do not worry!

They work hard and party harder!
And its so easy for them...

We will figure it out...

I sleep soundly in my bed in Aix en provence,
and suddenly in the morning I get up with a start,
thinking,
worrying,
tensed,
about the ticket prices going high and I need to plan travel in Europe,
How will I travel by myself,
where will I store my luggage,
What if I dont get a hostel,
What if I dont get cheap flights,
And what if I cant go to Prague and Austria,
what if I fail in my examination,
What if I dont submit my resume on time,
What if I dont get a job,
What if I dont click an internship,
What if I like someone my parents disapprove of,
What if I have to room with guys at NC state,
What if my room mates dont give me the house keys,
What if my transcripts dont reach on time at NC state?

So many whats , ifs and buts,
but above all these worries and money is
LIFE.

ITS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORLD,
a human beings existence.

I sit in my bed, still staring wild in the open,
how am I supposed to react to this loss of life,
my dearest Didi,
who called me Tito!
I remember not,
how she was when I left for France,
I almost forgot about her,
But now,
when I hear of her loss,
Tears fall through my eyes,
but they stop.

they do not fall again.

cuz I am 1000 miles away,
apart from the commotion,
the scene,
the situation,
the feelings,
the relation.

I am in my own life,
busy with my own worries and tensions and stupid thoughts!

While I worry,
what I will eat for dinner,
while we discuss some stupid stuff with Sara,
while Kevin is over for laundry,
while I apologize to Tim for the petty discussion,
while I worry about my innovation project with Paula,

miles apart, my father is worrying,
how to cremate her
when to cremate her,
to wait or not to wait ,
for my uncle who is visiting china,

Worry not,
cuz things will fall in place,
and we will figure it out...

the show must go on,
as I sit in my bed,
staring into the wild,
not knowing whom to share the news with,
I skype my brother and cousin,
chat with my sister

my room mates,
aloof of this loss...

I will be back!

As I sat with an Indian friend in a cafe, while we had dinner, he said "I will be back"!
My mind raced back to the day, when I was sitting in a group meeting in France among 2 French and 1 Indonesian friend, and I said, 'I will be back!'. They asked me, where are you going? and I said, in Indian culture, its not decent to say out loud in public, "I am going to the TOLIET!", so we try and say politely, 'I will be back!'
After being in an international environment for 5 months, it was strange to get back to my own people today.I laughed at little things, interesting actions and funny English, which must have amused my international friends initially! We were all put in a cultural pot to broth together, and understand each others flavours and come out as an international delicacies, adaptable to any culture, country or people.

Will it be easy or difficult to get back home...I wonder?

fashion companies look wierd now!

After working for my innovation project on a cosmetic company last semester in France, I got used to reading names like Lancome, Estee Lauder, L'Oreal and Lakme! This semester I am dealing with a company that sells Nitrogen gas, so the mission statements talk about lyophilizations, supply tanks and pharmaceutical companies.MBA has opened my frame of mind, that I grew out of fashion and accepted new fields, learnt about their working styles and did some market research. Now, looking for internships and job opportunities, I am open to working in any field, any industry, any country, and multi cultural environment!

Kudos to MGIM global work experience!

Sandwich Artist

I looked at this Sandwich and said, its Piet Mondrian!
So is the power of cheese, brocolli, tomatoes and bread, that can depict the artist's work in a innovative medium: Sandwiches!
Delicious!

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