And I am still at home enjoying the onset and then the rather suprising retreat of Monsoon. Getting slightly bored (is that another word for jealous ?) hearing my one month old investment banking friends already planning of buying cars and taking their girlfriends to Zurich ! And then also listening to how shit scared some of my one year old I Banking friends are who probably made some long calls when sensex was 12k+. With sensex turning rather sexless over the fortnight (thanks to FII, increasing rates and oil prices). My investments in Adlabs and Reliance Petroluem has decreased at rates higher than that of Rakhi Sawant's panty line)
My sister is getting married on August 20th. She is marrying within the "industry". Both civil engineers with he an interest in Architecture and she in Environment. As is the in thing (eternal in thing by the by) in most of the South Indian states, parents are contemplating buying gold in some hugely unwise decision right away. (Unwise according to the economist in me who feels asset classes like Gold is in a short term bubble zone!!). So been thinking if I would marry within industry - as in another consultant. And I have come to a conclusion that it wont be wise. Romancing and everything else would have to be shifted to airport lounges. Oh & along those lines I was thinking if it makes business sense for airlines to have coupes in airlines for couples - with time out of work being reduced more than ever, they can catch up on their amorous pursuits within.
Now you know what utter boredome of more than a month does to ageing gray cells. That line I got from innumerable Sherlock Holmes episodes that I have been devouring in an alarmingly large quantities during day time. This coupled with the sleepless nights watching a listless Brazil (my favorite) and a stupendous Argentina (my second favorite) battle it out alongside such also rans like England and France in Germany has meant a visit to my eye specialist. He asked me to reduce TV viewing and internet time. Also to decrease amont spent in reading. No clue what he expected me to do other than these in Kerala - maybe hatch a plan to have wild orgies in non existent discs or go and snort couple of lines of Charlie a la Mahajan Jr. (Ok I'd never spend 5k per g on anything - pure coke or heroin adulterated !!)
It seems as though I am missing a lot of action. Our first years have started their second year at IIM A and I keep getting interesting dopes from juniors - thats when I miss school the most. So different from the dopeless,cards less, sexless, "infinite free internet" less life that I am leading now.
All is not as black though. Have been visiting some places in Kerala that I havent been to - which are few and far in between. Meets up with old classmates and B school friends to bitch about what an ass a certain idiot Singh is (Any resemblance to any HRD minister of a certain democracy is wholly coincidental as in Da Vinci Code vs Jesus Christ!) and debating on whether Sula or Grover is best in class in Indian wines. SOme of my male friends from school have kids. (Most of my female classmates have already had couple of them!). I realised I am old. Kids have slowly started changing salutation to Uncle from brother !! Christ I am damn scared of becoming old !!
Finally I have decided to go back to Mumbai on 26th calling it quits for this rather loong vacation. And that is when I am gonna start missing Kerala again !!
