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Ankit
Feb 19, 2012, 8:02:52 AM2/19/12
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A Canvas of Turmoil
Staring at the blank canvas in front of him, his pallet loaded and his
brush ready.
Didn’t seem like it was only a few hours ago, that the Boss was
complimenting him on the latest investment reports and following close
behind were the usual empty promises of long awaited promotions and
lucrative bonuses. Though to him the numbers, the graphs and the
accounts seemed like an alien language, gibberish he didn’t care for
or even understand. Funny because when he quit a promising future in
medicine after 5 grueling years of MBBS he thought he had an affinity
for numbers. But today, in his dreams the very same numbers chase him,
and on nights they do catch him they make a meal out of him and serve
it with red wine (apparently Merlot goes well with a serving of Baked
Investment Banker, it’s an in-house specialty), needless to say the
knowledge of being a delicious meal doesn’t really appeal to him.
Though it wasn’t just the evil numbers of the nights and their sharp
fangs that bothered him, along with them came the deadlines, the
boundaries and the whole rush of the market which seemed exciting at
some point of time, today repulsed him, even made him sick to the
stomach (or perhaps that was the merlot from last night’s dream).
Confusion has always been an integral part of him, add to that a
strong fear of rejection and a deep desire to fit in and let’s just
say the result is a not so pretty mess. He never felt more out of
place than he did today in that claustrophobic cubical. He could see
Mr. Boss’ face looming in front of him with a slightly confused
constipated look that he had seen many times before only this time it
didn’t tense him, as he handed in his resignation he felt the weight
lift. The feeling was one he had missed over the years. Stepping out
every breath felt like his first breath all over again….
Phew…!!
The last breath broke his reverie along with a small smile on his
face, then it dawned on him it had been hours since he slipped into
flashback and the blank canvas was… well… it wasn’t so blank anymore.
Staring at the blank canvas in front of him, his pallet loaded and his
brush ready.
Didn’t seem like it was only a few hours ago, that the Boss was
complimenting him on the latest investment reports and following close
behind were the usual empty promises of long awaited promotions and
lucrative bonuses. Though to him the numbers, the graphs and the
accounts seemed like an alien language, gibberish he didn’t care for
or even understand. Funny because when he quit a promising future in
medicine after 5 grueling years of MBBS he thought he had an affinity
for numbers. But today, in his dreams the very same numbers chase him,
and on nights they do catch him they make a meal out of him and serve
it with red wine (apparently Merlot goes well with a serving of Baked
Investment Banker, it’s an in-house specialty), needless to say the
knowledge of being a delicious meal doesn’t really appeal to him.
Though it wasn’t just the evil numbers of the nights and their sharp
fangs that bothered him, along with them came the deadlines, the
boundaries and the whole rush of the market which seemed exciting at
some point of time, today repulsed him, even made him sick to the
stomach (or perhaps that was the merlot from last night’s dream).
Confusion has always been an integral part of him, add to that a
strong fear of rejection and a deep desire to fit in and let’s just
say the result is a not so pretty mess. He never felt more out of
place than he did today in that claustrophobic cubical. He could see
Mr. Boss’ face looming in front of him with a slightly confused
constipated look that he had seen many times before only this time it
didn’t tense him, as he handed in his resignation he felt the weight
lift. The feeling was one he had missed over the years. Stepping out
every breath felt like his first breath all over again….
Phew…!!
The last breath broke his reverie along with a small smile on his
face, then it dawned on him it had been hours since he slipped into
flashback and the blank canvas was… well… it wasn’t so blank anymore.
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Ankit
Feb 20, 2012, 11:40:16 AM2/20/12
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I made a few changes.
Do let me know what you all think about it.
On Feb 20, 9:39 pm, Ankit <govil.an...@gmail.com> wrote:
> He stood staring at the blank canvas in front of him, his pallet
> complimenting him on the latest investment reports. Following close
> already seemed like an alien language, gibberish he didn’t care for or
> even understand.
>
> Funny, because when he had quit a promising future in medicine, after
> 5 grueling years of MBBS, he was under the impression that he had an
> affinity for numbers not gallbladders. Today, in his dreams the very
> same numbers chased him. On the nights they did catch him they made a
> meal out of him and served it with red wine (apparently Merlot goes
> deadlines, the boundaries and the whole rush of the market… all of
>
> Confusion had always been an integral part of him, add to that a
> strong fear of rejection and a deep desire to fit in and that more or
> less defined him. But also lurking within him was a strong desire to
> break free of the shackles that bound him, last time he felt that
> strong an urge was right before he went on stage to give the
> valedictorian speech at the end of med school, sure his parents were
> proud but he was questioning himself with every word he uttered.
> auditorium full of doctors and gave a speech did come close second in
> that countdown). Earlier in the day he had seen Mr. Boss’ face looming
> in front of him with that slightly confused constipated look that he
> had seen many times. Only this time it didn’t tense him, he knew what
> he had to do, the urge was too strong to ignore. As he handed in his
> resignation he felt the weight lift, everything that had him worried
> now seemed mundane, he didn’t care what his mother said about him
> being a single 30 year old leading a lonely life, he was finally FREE.
> The feeling was one he had missed over the years. Stepping out, he was
> a different man, every breath felt like his first breath all over
Do let me know what you all think about it.
On Feb 20, 9:39 pm, Ankit <govil.an...@gmail.com> wrote:
> He stood staring at the blank canvas in front of him, his pallet
> loaded and his brush ready.
>
> It didn’t seem like it was only a few hours ago, that the Boss was
>
> complimenting him on the latest investment reports. Following close
> behind were the usual empty promises of long awaited promotions and
> lucrative bonuses. To him, the numbers, the graphs and the accounts
> already seemed like an alien language, gibberish he didn’t care for or
> even understand.
>
> Funny, because when he had quit a promising future in medicine, after
> 5 grueling years of MBBS, he was under the impression that he had an
> affinity for numbers not gallbladders. Today, in his dreams the very
> same numbers chased him. On the nights they did catch him they made a
> meal out of him and served it with red wine (apparently Merlot goes
> well with a serving of Baked Investment Banker, it’s an in-house
> specialty). Needless to say the knowledge of being a delicious meal
> doesn’t really appeal to him.
>
> Though it wasn’t just the evil numbers of the nights and their sharp
> fangs that bothered him, along with them during the day came the
>
> Though it wasn’t just the evil numbers of the nights and their sharp
> deadlines, the boundaries and the whole rush of the market… all of
> which seemed exciting at some point of time, today repulsed him, even
> made him sick to the stomach (or perhaps that was the merlot from last
> night acting up).
> made him sick to the stomach (or perhaps that was the merlot from last
>
> Confusion had always been an integral part of him, add to that a
> strong fear of rejection and a deep desire to fit in and that more or
> less defined him. But also lurking within him was a strong desire to
> break free of the shackles that bound him, last time he felt that
> strong an urge was right before he went on stage to give the
> valedictorian speech at the end of med school, sure his parents were
> proud but he was questioning himself with every word he uttered.
>
> He never felt more out of place than he did today in that
> claustrophobic cubical (though the day he stood in front of an
> He never felt more out of place than he did today in that
> auditorium full of doctors and gave a speech did come close second in
> that countdown). Earlier in the day he had seen Mr. Boss’ face looming
> in front of him with that slightly confused constipated look that he
> had seen many times. Only this time it didn’t tense him, he knew what
> he had to do, the urge was too strong to ignore. As he handed in his
> resignation he felt the weight lift, everything that had him worried
> now seemed mundane, he didn’t care what his mother said about him
> being a single 30 year old leading a lonely life, he was finally FREE.
> The feeling was one he had missed over the years. Stepping out, he was
> a different man, every breath felt like his first breath all over
Ankit
Feb 20, 2012, 11:55:05 AM2/20/12
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A Canvas of Turmoil (Draft 3)
He stood staring at the blank canvas in front of him, his pallet
loaded and his brush ready.
It didn’t seem like it was only a few hours ago, that the Boss was
complimenting him on the latest investment reports. Following close
behind were the usual empty promises of long awaited promotions and
lucrative bonuses. To him, the numbers, the graphs and the accounts
already seemed like an alien language, gibberish he didn’t care for or
even understand.
Funny, because when he had quit a promising future in medicine, after
5 grueling years of MBBS, he was under the impression that he had an
affinity for numbers not gallbladders. Today, in his dreams the very
same numbers chased him. On the nights they did catch him they made a
meal out of him and served it with red wine (apparently Merlot goes
well with a serving of Baked Investment Banker, it’s an in-house
specialty). Needless to say the knowledge of being a delicious meal
didn’t really appeal to him.
He stood staring at the blank canvas in front of him, his pallet
loaded and his brush ready.
It didn’t seem like it was only a few hours ago, that the Boss was
complimenting him on the latest investment reports. Following close
behind were the usual empty promises of long awaited promotions and
lucrative bonuses. To him, the numbers, the graphs and the accounts
already seemed like an alien language, gibberish he didn’t care for or
even understand.
Funny, because when he had quit a promising future in medicine, after
5 grueling years of MBBS, he was under the impression that he had an
affinity for numbers not gallbladders. Today, in his dreams the very
same numbers chased him. On the nights they did catch him they made a
meal out of him and served it with red wine (apparently Merlot goes
well with a serving of Baked Investment Banker, it’s an in-house
specialty). Needless to say the knowledge of being a delicious meal
ankit govil
Mar 26, 2012, 11:54:07 PM3/26/12
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A Canvas of Turmoil
- By Ankit
He stood staring at the blank canvas in front of him, his pallet loaded and his brush ready.
It didn’t seem like it was only a few hours ago, that the Boss was complimenting him on the latest investment reports. Following close behind were the usual empty promises of a long awaited promotion and lucrative bonuses. To him, the numbers, the graphs and the accounts already seemed like an alien language, gibberish he didn’t care for or even understand.
Funny, because when he had quit a promising future in medicine, after 5 grueling years of MBBS, he was under the impression that he had an affinity for numbers not gallbladders. Today, in his dreams the very same numbers chased him. On the nights they did catch him they made a meal out of him, tossed him in with broken paint brushes and colors for gravy. The dish was served with red wine (apparently Merlot goes well with a serving of Brush ala-carte Investment Banker, it’s an in-house specialty). As he took each bite, he relished the taste and at the same time his flesh burnt where his teeth sunk in. Needless to say the knowledge of being a delicious meal, even for himself, didn’t really appeal to him.
Though it wasn’t just the evil numbers of the nights and their sharp fangs that bothered him, along with them during the day came the deadlines, the boundaries and the whole rush of the market… all of which seemed exciting at some point of time, today repulsed him, even made him sick to the stomach (or perhaps that was the merlot from last night acting up).
Confusion had always been an integral part of him, add to that an old but strong fear of rejection and a deep desire to fit in and that more or less defined him. But also lurking beneath was a strong desire to break free of the shackles that bound him.
He never felt more out of place than he did today in that claustrophobic cubical. Earlier in the day he had seen Mr. Boss’ face looming in front of him with that slightly confused constipated look that he had seen many times. Only this time it didn’t tense him, he knew what he had to do, the urge was too strong to ignore. As he handed in his resignation he felt the weight lift, everything that had him worried now seemed mundane, and he was finally FREE. The feeling was one he had missed over the years. Stepping out, he was a different man, every breath felt like his first breath all over again….
Ramesh Menon
Mar 30, 2012, 1:39:38 AM3/30/12
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Hey friends,
Is it possible for us to have a class earlier tomorrow say at 2 or 3pm? If not, we will have it as usual from 4 to 7pm.
Please talk to each other and let me know. Thanks a lot.
Ramesh
Ramesh Menon
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2356, ATS Greens Village, 1, Expressway,
Sector 93-A, Noida 201 304.
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http://www.linkedin.com/in/journalistramesh
govil...@gmail.com
Mar 30, 2012, 2:11:08 AM3/30/12
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3 sounds good to me.
It will be 3 to 6 or till 7?
It will be 3 to 6 or till 7?
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supriya sharma
Mar 30, 2012, 2:13:05 AM3/30/12
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I am okay with a class at 2 tomorrow. even 3 is fine. 2 would be better.
Lovely Zogta
Mar 30, 2012, 2:20:16 AM3/30/12
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3 seems fine for me too..
Regards
Lovely
Ramesh Menon
Mar 30, 2012, 3:21:56 AM3/30/12
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Dear friends,
So, can we meet at 3pm tomorrow instead of 4pm? Our session would be from 3 to 6pm
Please let all know.
Ramesh
Spandna Chokhani
Mar 30, 2012, 4:55:01 AM3/30/12
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3 works for me. :)
Lovely Zogta
Mar 30, 2012, 4:56:52 AM3/30/12
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Yeah!! lets fix it for 3:00 then...!
prashant . anand
Mar 30, 2012, 9:15:25 AM3/30/12
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3 sounds good. We can go for the Comedy show at 7 :) Thanks Ramesh.
prashant . anand
Mar 30, 2012, 9:25:08 AM3/30/12
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Shashank wont be coming, he is sick. If some one has the cell numbers for Meena, Renuka & Surpiya, we can ask them as well ?
govil...@gmail.com
Mar 30, 2012, 9:26:26 AM3/30/12
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Supriya is on for it.
Don't know about the other ladies though
Don't know about the other ladies though
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prashant . anand
Mar 30, 2012, 9:28:32 AM3/30/12
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So can we ask Lovely or Supriya to ask them ? If they have the cell numbers ? We need to talk to them before we inform Ramesh.
meena gangahar
Mar 30, 2012, 9:46:09 AM3/30/12
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Yes guys 3.00pm is OK for me too. I ll call Renuka and check.
meena gangahar
Mar 30, 2012, 9:51:11 AM3/30/12
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Renuka seems busy for the moment not taking her call. Will check again.
prashant . anand
Mar 30, 2012, 10:01:19 AM3/30/12
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Do post the confirmation here if we are all set for 3 tomorrow ? Thanks Meena for the effort.
prashant . anand
Mar 30, 2012, 10:05:18 AM3/30/12
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Do post the confirmation here if we are all set for 3 tomorrow ? Thanks Meena for the effort.
Spandna Chokhani
Mar 30, 2012, 10:12:45 AM3/30/12
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Y'all, it says here we need tickets for each event and the tickets for
the Hasya Kavi Sammelan (saturday 7) have been SOLD OUT!!!!
http://www.buzzintown.com/delhi/event--the-first-annual-indian-comedy-fest/id--571343.html
http://www.buzzintown.com/delhi/event--haasya-kavi-sammelan-featuring-surendra-sharmaa/id--571340.html
the Hasya Kavi Sammelan (saturday 7) have been SOLD OUT!!!!
http://www.buzzintown.com/delhi/event--the-first-annual-indian-comedy-fest/id--571343.html
http://www.buzzintown.com/delhi/event--haasya-kavi-sammelan-featuring-surendra-sharmaa/id--571340.html
prashant . anand
Mar 30, 2012, 10:14:37 AM3/30/12
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Could we give try by going over to the place once?
meena gangahar
Mar 30, 2012, 10:25:03 AM3/30/12
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Guys just tried again. Not been able to connect. .......Go ahead for 3 pm . I think she won't mind all of you having good time!!!!!!
Please confirm with Rameshji.
prashant . anand
Mar 30, 2012, 10:32:11 AM3/30/12
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Just confirmed with Ramesh. All set for 3 tomorrow folks....
meena gangahar
Mar 30, 2012, 10:45:54 AM3/30/12
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Can we write su headings in the article......to highlight the point and then a short write up about it............Pl do say some thing....someone...
I have done alittle research and collected some material............
I have done alittle research and collected some material............
govil...@gmail.com
Mar 30, 2012, 10:46:30 AM3/30/12
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Yes we can.
From: meena gangahar <meenag...@gmail.com>
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Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2012 20:15:54 +0530
meena gangahar
Mar 30, 2012, 10:46:39 AM3/30/12
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Sorry that was sub headings..........
On Fri, Mar 30, 2012 at 8:15 PM, meena gangahar <meenag...@gmail.com> wrote:
Can we write sub headings in the article......to highlight the point and then a short write up about it............Pl do say some thing....someone...
meena gangahar
Mar 30, 2012, 10:47:57 AM3/30/12
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Thanks Ankit !!
prashant . anand
Mar 30, 2012, 10:57:36 AM3/30/12
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Yes we Can.
renuka gupta
Mar 30, 2012, 11:35:59 PM3/30/12
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Yes 3:00 pm is fine with me too
renuka
renuka
meena gangahar
Mar 31, 2012, 12:56:18 AM3/31/12
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Guys, would anyone be interested in some poori, halwa, kala chana and alu ? Or has everyone had enough of it for today.
Let me know asap if yes.
govil...@gmail.com
Mar 31, 2012, 12:57:02 AM3/31/12
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I'm fasting so it would be a no for me
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zogta...@gmail.com
Mar 31, 2012, 12:57:48 AM3/31/12
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I would love to have..don't no bt others.. Regards, Lovely
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meena gangahar
Mar 31, 2012, 12:58:36 AM3/31/12
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ok so one no ...........
zogta...@gmail.com
Mar 31, 2012, 1:00:54 AM3/31/12
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You dn't hv to bother if it is just me...will hv it some other time then..
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Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2012 10:28:36 +0530
ankit govil
Mar 31, 2012, 1:02:25 AM3/31/12
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I was planning to bring some cake i made yesterday... if people are interested... though must warn you. It has a super strong lemon taste though its purely vegan--
Regards
Regards
Ankit Govil
zogta...@gmail.com
Mar 31, 2012, 1:05:57 AM3/31/12
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I dn't like so much of lemon in cakes personally..but I guess others would like to try it... Lovely
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Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2012 10:32:25 +0530
meena gangahar
Mar 31, 2012, 1:07:31 AM3/31/12
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I will bring some. Though it will be at room temp, or we can ask the canteen to micro wave it.
Ya Ankit u will have share yr reciepe if it is good.
ankit govil
Mar 31, 2012, 1:08:47 AM3/31/12
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cool, that's why I warned you.
:P
@ Mrs. M G
@ Mrs. M G
its super khatta, I just like it that way. if you like it you can find the recipe on my blog
prashant . anand
Mar 31, 2012, 1:22:35 AM3/31/12
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Ys I m in.
meena gangahar
Mar 31, 2012, 3:08:12 AM3/31/12
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My article is just at getting to a 600 words . Will that be OK. ? If it gets any longer everyone will have to go through the torture of listening to it. Last minute my printer is not working ..........I would have prefered everyone read it on their own! At the moment it is also hand written. Any comments pleeease?
zogta...@gmail.com
Mar 31, 2012, 3:13:31 AM3/31/12
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We are anyways not going to read out the entire article in class and that is why we were told to mail it..(to spare us the agony..:).)...600 words are just fine I guess..
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meena gangahar
Mar 31, 2012, 3:22:51 AM3/31/12
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Good thing ..Lovely!!
I am not sure abt the mailing .....but we can do that too. Thanks aton !
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