There are no free beers in Life

Okay, if you guys were thinking that I would put up some e-age philosophy like why the world is flat or why drug peddlers live with their moms, you guys just hold me in too high esteem, I just could not think of any other title to the blog.

Ansh's post was intelligent and insightful, other than that I cannot remember what he wrote. Please don't expect me to dissect his post or him for that matter. If you guys have a problem, have some fucking respect, learn to type in a few words; at least don't expect me to act like your newly acquired AK 47. I am writing this blog for my own reasons that might, or might not include bashing up Ansh, and that is entirely up to my discretion.

First things first, as you may or may not know, I am "researching" the MBA programs that I would like to attend - all these MBA colleges make it sound as if it’s my fucking choice where I choose to attend. Of course left to me, I'd choose the one with the highest average exit salary. However, in this process there is one thing I have come to understand: - that is to get into a Harvard MBA, you should have studied at Harvard, worked at a consulting company where you have done research on “What was Bush thinking when he attacked Iraq” or “How can GM get back in black”, helped homeless children from Djibouti to Timbuktu, lead a team of mountaineers to conquer K2 in winter and was able to generate enough funds to pay up the tuition fees. Well the buck does not stop there - the students cook up choicest of stories too, everyone claims to have led a multibillion dollar organization into a new market that lead to his managers kissing his ass for three generations, to be a combination Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King and MK Gandhi and would have wiped homeless children’s asses in Africa throughout his life if there was enough money to pay the bills, and of course to donate millions of dollars to the college in the future.

Anyway, let’s leave all that, the Olympics is on from today!! Ansh, you must be having a tough time, I heard that they are teaching Taxi Drivers how to speak in English, and not eat garlic before work. Also, there is a directive that you can't shake hands for more than 3 seconds with a foreigner -Jesus, now you have look at the watch while shaking hands "Eh, excuse me, let go of my hand - your 3 seconds are over." Talking of the Olympics, I could not resist mentioning one question that I've been asked time and again. How can a country of a billion plus people not win a significant number of medals? All the people who ask this question, clearly have not been to India or do not understood the pot bellied population of India who live with their parents till the age of thirty. I would have liked to explain this to the world, but too few people read this blog for that to happen, and I'm not offered a case to beer to write it down.


PS: If anyone feels that this blog is not funny enough or I've locked up my sense of humor in the closet, can wire me the money for a case of beer for better results.