So it finally begins

Finally, the much anticipated journey begins.I have waited long for this time to come, so i dont really feel any curiosity or anxiety but just plain indifference. When you wait for something to happen for soo long, it no longer has the charm or the vice depending upon whether it is good or bad. You no longer feel anything, it just becomes a wait for the inevitable. Tomorrow i start my MBA journey. Tomorrow will be a new beginning. And tomorrow i will feel the most pain i have ever felt. Its only after a gap of 10 years i finally get to stay with my parents and the past few months have been filled with happiness. Its always great to know that you have someone who loves you unconditionally. None does more than your parents. Its odd, that i dont feel happy at the prospects waiting for me at Lancaster, new friends, new place and a new life. But none of this matters today, cause today i will leave my parents and probably wont be able to stay with them for a long time to come. Wish i was a school going child again, holding my dads hand and walking to the school bus, with my mom giving a peck on the cheek and telling me that i will see you in the afternoon. I think the scenario has not changed much, just that now, my dads gonna drive me to the airport to board the plane and mom will give me a peck on the cheek and say that she will see me in the afternoon, only this 'afternoon' will last year or more....Signing out, will try to post more in the coming months but it all depends on how free i can be. Please do pray for me.

The things we lose in the fire...

Today i was doing my shopping in one of the busiest and most overcrowded shopping areas(also called a market) of Bahrain. All the shops that are there are small, practically running into each other and encroaching onto the road. Along the road there was this garment shop selling cheap underwears and lingerie(and i wasn't looking at the lingerie). There was this guy sitting in a galli next to the shop. Up to until i got next to him, i thought he was a beggar. Only when i got close did i realize that he was trying to paint the cemented area around a plant that was growing next to the wall. His 'paint' was oil dipped in burnt coal. I watched him for a while, enjoying the zest with which he was painting the cemented area, i guess he loves that plant alot. Any other guy would have thought him mad, sitting in the dirt and doing what he was doing, but not me and not today. I felt these are the small things that make us human and these small things are what makes lesser human beings happy. That man was poor enough to not be able to afford a Iphone to make him happy and probably he doesnt even care, but I could see the smile on his face when he was done with the painting. That plant is so darn lucky!!!
Maybe these small things are what makes us (the better humans) happy too. Long ago i had realized that to let the kid in you play around doesn't actually get favorable responses from anybody but it makes you happy. Doing things like using a swing efficiently enough to make a kid go red with inferiority complex or to shout around when your favorite actor comes on screen in a movie theater, to make the old woman sitting next to you wonder, whether you are an overgrown human from another planet. People would ridicule, but deep down inside they are also longing, asking themselves "Hey bozo, when is the last time, you did something really crazy that made you happy" and most always the answer is a 'long time ago'.
When i got home, i heard the news of the Delhi bomb blasts along with the death and the injury count. I don't know whether i should feel anger or sympathy for those sadistic people who found happiness in blowing people like the market guy i saw today. They killed people who had nothing to do with the religious battle and probably those small people didn't even have a religion. Probably there was among the dead, someone who was happy with the fact that he had a plant he should care for, the terrorists destroyed the solace of his life and the obsession, his plant. The ad crazy news channels were showing off images of a poor girl in bandages crying and running towards her family. She had 'almost' lost her life there. What would you do when you get a second chance at life? We use our life to the max to make us and make those around us happy.But we never see life in that light, atleast not all of us, there are so many things that we hold dear, our parents, our friends, our likes and dislikes. Its those simple things such as emotions that matter and that makes us the most happy.I went out today and i saw the beggar child i had refused to give any money yesterday and ended up giving her some. Maybe i felt bad about not giving her money or maybe hearing about the delhi blasts made me sympathetic and most certainly i would refuse her money the next week, but that simple gesture made me happy. It definitely would make anyone happy, but only if we want it to.
There are things we lost in the fire, lets just salvage some of it.

Chicken-heart

This is the 'mother' of all the crazy posts i have ever written.Well i wrote it a long time ago, decided i would post it. It's not an original, but inspired from a true story(like you haven't heard that before). This is the story of the hen i told you about in one of my earlier posts. I felt so moved and decided to 'slice' around with his buddies the next time i visited the butchery. Here goes 'his'tory....

Save the species. For what? life's simple. Fight or be killed, survivors code, my code and it all sounds great until you finally find confronted by a choice, a choice to make a difference or to walk away. I learned something that day.Too bad its the day i died (courtesy Vin Chik,Babylon AD).

I was born to a completely workaholic and unorthodox couple, chick mama and chick dada. Mama was employed in the egg factory, she 'worked' the eggs day in and day out. She was from a poor family so getting a 'paid job' was in itself a great achievement in our family, you can say she has a white color job. My dad was an army man or atleast he was bred 'for' the army. He was well fed and well trained in martial arts such as running, impregnate women to prolong our species, evade capture, never to even cluk when tortured and give his life at moments notice. A true gentleman. He met mama on one of his routine visits to the egg factory, they had a live-in relationship as my mom didn't like commitments and finally, me and my brother was born. My papa went for a dangerous mission to the army butchery and we never heard from him after that. Later, we heard he died at the hands of German butchers and they ate him after they killed him, those cannibals!!. Anyways, i grew up with my brother, who was obsessed with space travel after watching Armageddon at the 'window' theater of my egg factory owner. He was soo obsessed that he gave up his dreams to direct chicken 'pacino' little in one of the all time great movies and joined the space program called animal testing, where the humans send him on a white machine to space, i guess he is happy there. And i was happy with my life, until the time i found out what they were planning to do with aged hens and what horrid things they are doing with our eggs. My mother was getting older and she was finding it difficult to lay more eggs, that's when those horrid humans decided to take her out permanently. That's when i realized that our existence was for the sole purpose of feeding others and that's exactly when i realized i had no rights. None of us had and it finally was the time for rebellion, for our battle against all odds and that's when morphchickus told me i was "the One".

It was hard to cluk the fact that I was the One, but it dawned on me, all those dreams, flexing biceps, firing guns, romancing women, posing naked...ok not that...It dawned on me what all those dreams meant, that i was meant to lead. I led the resistance, i was the lone warrior sent from the future to destroy the humans once and for all. The called me arnold chicknegger. I had to devise an ingenious plan to attack the humans at their core, their food supply. I rallied the hen and called on a mass strike.Word spread,and stories began to be told on how arnie managed to strangle 10 humans at a time and how arnie lined up thousands of humans in a stadium and shat on all of them. I was becoming a legend. It happened exactly like how batchick told me, "If you make yourself more than just a chick, if you devote yourself to an ideal and if they can't stop you, you become something else entirely - a legend"

We managed to stall the humans for a while, but one of the chick lords werent too happy with this situation, they wanted their hens back and their lord status and betrayed us when we were succeeding in an attack on the egg factory owners 'omlette machine'. I was captured and here i am, waiting under the axe for the inevitable chopping of the head, to be fed to some unsuspecting human. Too bad he doesn't know i took a poison pill(editors note: on further investigation, it was revealed that the pill arnie chick took was used by humans to make chicken fatter, poor chick he didnt know what hit him). Well, the last i can do is inspire my fellow mates, I cry out, "Death is only the beginning","Freeeeeeedooomm" "cluck".

Disclaimer: No chicks were harmed in the making, ok,i lied, one, just one, thats all. Oh, alrite, many died, i am mass murderer, bohohooo....

Alrite guys, thats it, no more, i am putting an end to your misery.

Fat!!! to the rescueee.....

I was recently hunting for mobile plans in the UK at the Orange website and look what i found out. One of the quirkiest news items ever. Its about how a really fat guy gets shot and he doesn't notice. When doctors later checked, the bullet was stopped by the fat in his body, he had oodles of it and it acted as a smothering agent and protected him. It seems the guy was drunk and a mugger had tried to rob him at gunpoint, only the gun went off and mugger split thinking he had shot the guy. The guy moves on as if nothing happened and a routine checkup reveals a bullet which kind of falls from between the folds of skin in his belly.WOW.

I have always heard it as a fact that eating meat was detrimental to health. Why? Cause of the amount of fat it can deposit in you, which could in the event of being excess,will kill you. This has been advocated by animal rights activists for a long time now, to shun meat and adopt a vegetarian form of diet. But why are we made as omnivores and not herbivores like cows or so then, chewing cud all day and gulping when required. The fact these very animal rights activists from organizations(with names which you cant remember or pronounce, which are too long to mean anything and are too confusing to make you wonder as to what exactly they do, and to drop a hint, they add the words "animal" and "rights" to the acronym), eat meat and dont adopt the "cow" way of life. Now am not against vegetarians but i hate it when they go against non vegetarians for eating meat. It is our choice as their choice is theirs, and they should respect that. After all, none has become a superhero, by eating only veg whereas when you eat meat, you may never know, YOU could become the next superhero.......

(Read the superhero story online) http://www.orange.co.uk/news/quirkies/?rm=storyitem&storyId=2996496

Canned Laughter

What is it about canned instant laughter that tv watchers or rather show producers love so much. Today i 'managed' to watch animal planet where they had this show titled "Worlds Funniest Animals" or something like that. So this show had a bunch of animals performing antics and a group of bozos laughing their asses out in the backdrop(you only get to hear them, thank god).
When i was a kid i used to think that there was this group of people watching the show as i was and when they laugh that gets recorded and replayed along with the show, when i watch it on tv. And most always, i used to never get any of the jokes and i used to wonder whether my sense of humor was in need of serious repair. Only when i grew up i realized that they get people to fake laughter on jokes, the show producers think is funny. So they have a group of people sitting there, laughing on cue from some initiator. By initiator, i mean any guy holding up laughter placards whenever a scene comes up. Like he has this cue card for sighs, serious smirks,mild laughs, extreme laughs and maniacal laughs. And occasionally one or 2 of em don't get the cue or misread their cards, that's when you get that extra laugh or a sigh when its not required or was not intended by the producers.
But what is it that makes canned laughter seem so profoundly idiotic? If you said its the show, then you are partly right, but mostly its because of the bleak script.So when an unfunny and unlaughable gag comes up and when people(in the background) laugh like hyenas on steroids having fits, you don't necessarily feel good about anything in the show, actresses or actors or anything associated with it. The worst part is that they stick with this approach in animal shows as well, where obviously the animals cant talk. If they could talk or better yet, if they had a gun they would have done an arnold "astalavista baby" act there itself.
I wonder if the producers got the idea from hyenas, cause these animals seem to laugh whenever and whatever they do, even when they are being hunted down. And you thought that wasnt funny....

Knock Knock...Whos there?.. God....God who?

What is the power of conviction? A belief so profound that you need no evidence to support it. We all believe in GOD, the almighty, the all knowing, the one and the only HE. Someone who has been there for you all your life protecting you. But is HE real or is it just our power of conviction. Even an atheist shouts out one of the most over used exclamations of all times, "oh, god" when he sees something that defies anything he had ever seen before. Why does he do that?? cause ever since we were kids we were told of the existence of the one man, who started it all, the one and the only. It is kind of imprinted in our heads and no amount of forcing will help us forget it. Its similar to how you dont forget a language learned when you were a child. So what is god? When i grew up, i had always felt that there was someone out there guiding you, willing you to go further than most others, when i was happy, when i was sad, when i needed to run faster in a race and even when i was dying, it pulled me out, gave me hope. At that time i realized it was god, but i really dont think its him, i think its just me. Its my strength, my willingness to go on and fight for what is mine. But sometimes when luck pushes you, you get pushed and dont have the courage or the will to push back. It was you back then and it is you now and god was never in the picture.Thats why they say god is inside you cause you are god, or atleast for you. I have lost a lot more than i had gained ever in my life. I felt the need for revenge, at god, at myself or someone who has ever wronged me.Maybe thats what comprises the satan in us.
I hope God can give me strength or i can give myself the strength to go on. And I hope to God I dont talk spiritual again....brrrr....

Fear

My fear can be difficult for me, after all i'm the only one of my kind....aren't we all...One thing I remembered from watching Hancock is that people react differently to fear, some cry, some get angry and most live with it as if its part of their own lives. I believe that fear is also the quintessential human thing that is the source of our greatest strength and greatest weakness and not just hope. Most of times, hope and fear come hand in hand. For example, if your neighbor has sent a hitman to kill you just because your dog pooped on his lawn, what would you do. He is in your house and you are hiding. There are 2 ways you can deal with the situation. You can surrender yourself in the hope that you can talk the hitman into killing your neighbor instead. Or you can hide in the fear that you would get killed if you didn't show himself. The later helps to keep you alive, but there is also the hope that you will survive that helps to keep the fear from reaching delirious levels. So its a combination of both fear and hope that keeps you going. There is another way of looking at it, of course.

For a long time, I realized that even if my friends hurt me in some way, I shouldn't tell them about it and behave as I had before. Love them as I did. It was my fear of hurting them that I never seemed to mention it to them. I had thought that the ability to forgive and forget the silly mistakes of people who have given you so much love and care was probably the greatest virtue known to man. I guess there again, friendship takes a toll. Cause when I make those same silly mistakes, nobody forgives and the worst part is they remember every small mistake you made but none they themselves made. How can you tell them that you still love them and there is nothing that can dissuade me from doing that. I guess there again fear comes into picture, fear of talking about others mistakes and telling them about yours. The second part is easy, saying sorry, but the first part is the most difficult, making them realize their own mistakes. Well, I guess I may just have gone beyond the point of no return, I guess fear has overcome hope. The only thing to do now is pray for them and love them as you had before. Maybe there is hope still.

To start a new life, you need to fill yourself with hope to such an extent that it balances out the fear you have of everything. I hope i can do that....after all, fear is my middle name......

Heath

He is definitely the man. Everytime a guy comes along who just WOWs you, in every sense of the word, there was Robert de niro, Jack Nicholson(first joker) to name a couple of oldies who gave performances that were just too good to be true. Even a lot of the baddies in filmdom, gave us a lot in terms of performances, but Heath I guess has surpassed them both. He has given us a character we would love to hate. If you are a die hard batman comic book fan, you would realise the enormity of what I am saying. The joker is an iconic villain in the series. He is one villain who has no regard for himself. He is not after anything that a conventional villain wants. He is a deranged psychopath with a crazy devious head. To portray someone as bad as the joker is almost impossible, mainly because the comic creators had done such a good job of developing the character in comic book series. A huge amount of justice was done when Jack Nicholson played the joker, but it wasn't enough to portray the character to the max limit possible. Heath has done just that and for once, the comic book joker has taken a back seat to onscreen one. Only, I wish he was still alive to receive the adolations, which was long due to him. He was fine actor and his roles have always attracted acclaim even though didn't win him an Oscar. Batman clicked because of joker. I really don't think anyone can better his performance. With Heath's death the mantle of joker must fall to someone else. But who would take up such a role knowing he has to beat a world record which is nigh unbeatable. Johnny depp, certainly comes into mind, but I guess he has already been slated to play the riddler and besides, I don't want Depp to accept that role cause he would be compared against Heath. And I really want Depp to create his own comic villain which would neither overshadow heath's performance nor be downplayed if portrayed badly. Depp is too good an actor and he should be allowed the freedom to create his own character which I am sure will be fun enough to be with, like captain jack sparrow. But again its not my choice but his....

Grrowwlll....
"Yeah, tiger. I am coming". I finally get out of my house and get into the cab. Grroowwlll...I tell the cab driver to drop me at the ariport.We travel all through the crowded city and finally arrive at the airport.Grwl..I get out, take the luggage from the trunk and feed the tiger driving the vehicle a piece of raw steak and ask him to drive the vehicle back to the house and wait until next week for me to return. Grawl...Good enough answer.
Imagine if we could control the animals through telipathy, getting into their heads and commanding them to do anything that we want them to do. A tiger as a cheaffuer, a chimp as a cook and a dog as a guard(yeah, i know thats what it does already). Well, the mythologies of most cultures are rife with stories of men controlling animals, truly willing them to do the human's bidding. Even scientists claim that some of these are not as far fetched as we all think it is. The ability to will someone to do something or atleast to get a thought through without saying a single word or any similar abilities are not entirely discounted by scientists. Magicians are one such example, they cloud our perception to the extent that we believe what they want us to believe. Of course, they can't control us, but atleast they make us believe what they want us to. I have recently read a theory that if a woman can will herself and prevent the breakup of her egg or ovam and in the event, stop meiosis in her own eggs, would result in a self fertilized egg. Why does the egg in the normal process need a sperm cell to fertilize it? Its to complete the dna structure and to produce a proper egg. Why does it have to go for this process, which is so risky, why can't human eggs not undergo meiosis in the first place? This is where the age old evolution comes into play. A hybrid of male and female is much more stronger than a copy of the female itself. Thats why man is still so predomiant and resistant against diseases among a host of other things. There are certain insects, which when senses the unavailability of male species, starts reproducing asexually as a species survival mechanism, which is again mind control.But yeah, i wouldnt want our female species to reproduce asexually, that would make us obsolete.THANK GOD. But coming to the mind matter, its really fascinating what the human mind is capable of. Countless movies have been released to illustrate the point even in bizzarre impossible ways. Well, i still have a lot of work to do today, wish i could will myself to do it, rather than push it to the next day or I wish i could get some animal to do it, like my pesky cousin.Growl....

Pity for the chicken
Its again one of those days when i have again started to wander deep into the "human psyche" jungle. 2 things have pushed me to write this entry, first, i saw a HEN getting murdered yesterday. Yeah, i did pay for the hit job, but thats another thing. Secondly, i watched "I am legend" for the second time. What do these things have in common, you ask. Nothing much outwardly. But i tried placing myself in the 2 situations in slightly altered roles. I imagined myself as the hen in the first case and as the vampire things in the second. Odd thought process, i know but i couldnt help thinking so. I went to the butchers shop yesterday and just like most times, i ordered for a kilo of chicken. I have always watched with no emotion watsoever when a hen would be taken out of a cage of similar ones, its neck severed and finally, cut into pieces which comes out nice when cooked. I normally dont pay attention to the process, let alone feel any emotion. But yesterday was different. I watched the creatures, puck-pucking their entire day in that cramped cage awaiting the inevitable. Do they even feel anything, fear, happiness etc. They must be but these emotions would be limited compared to what we bigger animals feel. But even then looking into their eyes, i felt odd, like we are the invincible predators and accordingly we should be more feared than anything they would have encountered in their natural lives. But yet they seem so calm.Just imagine having to eat bird seed all day. shitting all around the cage and finally, ending up in the stomach of another creature. YUCK.I normally dont think this way, but watching the movie got the wheels turning. In the movie, the condition of humans is the same as the one the hen was in. Will smith in the movie,in the current context, is what i call the intelligent chicken. He knows he is gonna die someday and is fearful of it, but hopes on that he will live long enough to find a cure. He feels that the vamps are a group of unintelligent, unsocialised and stupid THINGS. But he gets proven otherwise on a lot of occassions. The humans felt that the vamps had a brain similar to the one the hens have. If the CHICKEN would turn murderous, it would probably have done the same thing.But since the vamps did prove otherise, so can the chicken. So what are they thinking when we cage them and butcher them, do they think like the humans in the movie does. If they do, can we expect them to find a way to get rid of us.Oh boy, now i have gone really far. But honestly speaking, i feel really good and at the same time, very fearful of the fact that we are still at the top of the foodchain and hope to god, some such virus never dethrones us from that formidable position. Still, I pity the chicken, but umm, mama's chicken stew does taste good. To hell with morality, let the army of chicken come.

Ignorance is bliss, yeah right.

My uncle told me about a recent trip of his to China, particularly one incident. He and his friend went into a nice Chinese restaurant for dinner. They ordered a few dishes, but since the menu was in Chinese, they had to rely on the waiter to help them select. They finally selected dishes that were cheap and delicious,well that's what the waiter told them. The dinner went on fine and when finally, they asked another waiter as to what meat was used in one of the dishes. He told them that it was pigs intestines. They wished they had not asked and known, but learn't one lesson, never trust the Chinese waiters, no matter how cheap or tasty the dish is. These are times when you know and feel that ignorance is indeed bliss. But its not always so. I have been recently admitted into one really good univ in the uk. When some of my neighbors came over, i told them this. The univ being one of the top and that too in the uk, I expected some favorable reaction from the lot. Instead, they tell me that nowadays who goes to the uk to study and all, and say "Son, now the trend/fashion is to study in mumbai where some of the best colleges in the world are". My jaw dropped and i couldn't even blurt out the "What"!! that was forming in my throat.It would be too much to expect them to know the name of the univ and all, but to compare the univ with a tonne of low grade univs in mumbai, kind of put me off. That was when they told me that their son was studying in mumbai, thats when I realized that they were ardent followers of the fact that ignorance is indeed bliss. They didn't know much about uk or even MBA, but they did know was the univ their son was studying in was quite good and thats all they wanted to know and refused to hear my defense on why the uk univ is really good. I gave up and realized one thing, that i wished they hadn't told me about the so called trend now. Ignorance is bliss.

Hillary Obama

Well, finally, Hillary Clinton gives in, as if we didn't know it was coming. Even then, Obama must have heaved a sigh of relief at this finally being announced and finally, being declared the first Black president. Hillary's speech yesterday would have definitely married her to Barak Obama and probably she could be called Hillary Obama and not Hillary clinton. Well, atleast the speech was mired in such a light. The way she asked all her supporters to rally behind Obama, telling them that it was the matters of state that was important and that what she promised to her supporters would be dealt with fairly by the new man. Yeah, right. She didn't have a choice but to give in and I am pretty damn sure that none of her demands would be met or even heard by Barak Obama. But yet, in ways I kinda feel pity for her, after all she did give him a fight to the last, it still was a last ball finish, so to say.And now being shoved to the waste basket isn't definitely my idea of a good presidential campaign. But i guess the game was fun, nevertheless.United states and her funny political games.

In the footsteps of a giant
"Tj, You know its a bit risky. We are just normal people, do what we small people do". How often have we heard of something like this all our lives, from our friends, family and relatives.Books, stories and lives of famous people teach us to be fearless in our quests ever since we were kids, but these only apply to studies in schools and colleges and finally securing a job. From then be 'fearless' and explore your job. But in actuality there is no fearlessness here, if you study hard you get a good degree and if that happens you get a good job. There is no amount of risk involved.Hence, no need to fear. But this is not the 'fearlessness' that the success stories of people talk about. From business men to actors, most people who have achieved and got someplace have done so by being fearless in their lives and their work. By breaking away from their pack and travelling the lone path. Any person who has taken such a risk, even if it is a small one, deserves some applause.Our lives, atleast that of the common people, has been ridden with doubts ever since we were kids. Doubts on whether we can do something,probably something that has never been done by our folks ever. We have been bread with the fear that if we dont go with the flow, we might end up far behind the rest. Come to think of it, this fear is some sort of control that people impose on others, parents on their kids, government on their people, the like. Without this fear, every tom dick and harry would be pursuing what they like and may succeed.Without the common people and their struggles, how can the rich stay rich. The owners, broadcasters, players etc of the ipl are examples of this fact. While millions watch the matches, the people behind the venture are making millions. Without the millions of common people watching from their flats, houses and jhopad pattis, there is no dough for anyone who makes money from the ipl.
Residing, living and working with such a group of commons would make you only just another passerby but getting yourself ahead of this group, to stand apart requires real courage and fearlessness to take the risk and stand by it even if it fails. There will be thousands to tell you that 'you shouldnt have done that' or 'told you so' if your plan fails, but atleast you tried and that has to count for something. I remember when an investment of mine went bad, people were telling me that you did a stupid thing, you shouldnt have done that. Probably I shouldnt, but I would have never known it would have worked or not. Atleast now, apart from the other things about the investment, i wouldn't feel bad that I should have invested.

Countless movies emphasizing the human spirit, but very few take inspiration from them and run ahead of the rest. Probably I have realised all this albeit a little late, but they say its better late than never. Not just for me but for all.Kudos to all those men and women, or rather GIANTS, who have made it big out of sheer perserverence and hard work, and not just talent and influential godfathers.

CFA

I have been bitten by this particular bug recently. And I believe its a really cool exam to write not only because it is informative but also because the prospects after completing the degree is much more enormous than anything else out there, even more than an MBA. But CFA is a very tough nut to crack and almost 60% of people who write the exam break their tooth trying to. Plus it has 3 levels to clear, which can take as minimum as 2 years to 10 years. But all in all, it will be worth it, cause the kind of knowledge you gain by just studying the material is great, giving a good insight into finance and related topics. But the worst part is the cost which can be as minimum as 990 dollars to as max as 1400 dollars. So if you dont clear a level, your money gets flushed down the toilet. But that doesnt mean you got a lot to worry, dedicated people have always got through, atleast thats what I am hoping for. I have started my prep and have been searching for online material a lot. Orkut is again a great site to find links to sites, but most of these links lead to the rapidshare site, which is a really horrible place for anyone to share, cause unless you have an account there, you have wait for hours to actually be allowed to download. Then, you have umpteen number of problems with the internet connections losing which could cause you to wait for more hours. So I have finally found links where in you dont have wait and can download instantly. I am posting them below, hope I dont get jailed for this.
PS: These include only the schweser study materials and nothing else.

http://www.marketanalysis.ru/forum/viewtopic.php?f=5&p=1215

http://www.elitebook.net/cfa.asp---This has all but connection gets cut at times esp with large files

GMAT

Phoo.....Now thats one hell of an exam and so popular. But how much is it worth to spend so much money on study materials, prep programs and a vast store of online material. Well, to tell you the truth, it is not worth as much as people think it is. Until I applied to universities, i felt a gmat score of 700 above is all that is required to achieve an advantage over other applicants. But I was wrong. A gmat score is only a cut off wherein you dont clear a level of score you face automatic rejection, but if you do clear the cutoff, then they look at the rest of your application. Unless that is satisfactory, a score of even 750 and above is not enough to get you a seat in the top schools. So it all boils down to the fact that an applicant needs to concentrate on his application as much as he concentrates on his gmat score. So what is the ideal score? I believe even god cannot answer that question correctly, but anything above 600 is a competitive score for upto the top 20 universities in the world and for the top 20 anything above 650 is a very competitive score. So if you are chalking out a study plan for yourself, leave enough time for you to complete the application thorughly. And as far as gmat goes, dont go by the dozens of sites that promise you a score above 750 and their teachers comprise of a list of GMAT A graders. That might be true, but they are probably brilliant students and dont need as much study as a common man does. Probably the best way to prepare is to order the Official Guide to GMAT which gives a very fair idea of the exam and enough practice material to start off. Then switch to other books, but limit yourself to the few branded ones like princeton, kaplan, manhattan. Am not a big fan of materials available online, though I spent a lot of time gathering them, cause they are an absolute waste of time. People do say that you get additional practice with those materials, but I feel they are misled. As books such as barrons, which are available online, not only waste your time but does not give relevent practise as the problems are a bunch of crap. So the best bet is to buy few books, hard copy and use them efficiently and I believe how ever bad a person might be, his score will come above 600 if he works hard for a month or 2. And for those who have no choice but to go for soft copies, there are lots of sites available which includes esnips.com and our very own orkut. Orkut has a large number of communities who post links to sites and downloadable material. Personally, I feel GMAT is nowhere near a good way of assessing a person's mathematical ability, but unfortunately, to get into bschools we have no choice but to write it.

Geek Chics

We have always talked about the divide between men and women. It's a man's world...There is not a single woman who doesn't agree with the above statement. But in a teens world, there are a few exceptions. I read about one such exception some time back. An article in new york times claims that among the youngest internet users, the primary creaters of web content are teenage girls and not boys. Odd statistics when in an adult world, number of male bloggers exceed the female ones by a fair margin. Its claim is well founded given the fact younger boys find it increasingly difficult to spend considerable amount of time and energy in front of the computer for doing something creative, other than post videos and pics of their not so illustrious night outs. I think this article calls on the moral obligation of boys to put in that extra effort to provide some competition to the ladies. Its not that I'm a male chauvinist, but competition is healthy for both parties. After all, its always ladies first....but we are just behind ya.....

The article : http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/21/fashion/21webgirls.html?pagewante
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So it begins.....

"What da hell is blogging?" This is a question that a not-so-knowledgeable friend of mine once asked me. Well, I thought then that this guy must be living under a rock to not have heard of or done blogging. I ridiculed him then. A couple of years later, I see myself asking the same question in an altogether different light. Many know me from my previous blogs. Over the past 2 years, I had posted a number of blogs with different titles. Whenever I wanted to talk about a topic, I would start a new blog. Then fill it up with a few posts, run out of ideas and end up starting a new blog. All this time I really couldnt get the essence of blogging, 'What is blogging?'. Then, it kind of hit me. A blog is a diary where you write what you want. The topic or the header for a blog matters shit and it doesnt have to be read by anyone. It's more of a way to express to none other than YOURSELF. So I've gotten rid of all my previous blogs and started a new one. The mother of all Tj blogs.......