Passion and phones

Searching on the net for some good material to pass time, this is what I came across
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080214/od_nm/love_phones_dc;_ylt=Aor95e3Jx.infrMfYjZFLlgSH9EA
Usually I am an ardent fan of technology, but this scares me. Letting others know the "passion in your voice" is not my idea of phone-calls. What if your girlfriend calls you when you are smack-dab in the middle of testing out that latest piece of technology you just laid hands on. Our idea of "passion" changes quite a few times during the day, and it depends on the subject. There are a lot of what-if scenarios to be considered before I buy such technology. What-if my boss calls when Im thinking of the eye-candy that just walked past. Such scenarios are detrimental to purchase-decision. What were the inventors thinking?

They should have put in the time and effort to design a phone that actually modulates my voice to bring in a certain mood to it and then transmit it to the other person. So even if I was laughing my heart out at the latest joke I read in office-time using office-resources, my manager would call me and "hear" me very deep and very content at work. I could abuse customer care but would come across as a very friendly person to them, and then maybe select "Clint Eastwood voice" from the drop-down menu and make the customer-service lady zero-out my current usage.

Dude.

This would sell faster than hot-cakes, and I could probably get hot cakes for free by selecting "Marilyn Monroe" while ordering over the phone. This would be phone-heaven.....

.....or blasphemy.

Imagine if such a device were to be invented, comment on what options would you like in it and what use would they be.

Its been so long a time since I posted here......and its been for the worse. For one, after spending around 6 months learning how debt differs from equity, how for every one transaction, accountants have made their life tough by making two entries, how you can apply statistical regression analysis to ascertain that mangoes falling off trees have a 3.26% correlation with Colin Forbes writing a new novel, how Cournot's model differed from Bertrand's model. and how my model differs from both, the only logical conclusion that I can arrive at is.....Im still not even a jack of all trades.

Ok, let me elaborate. Copy-pasting a 3 page document about how Japanese meetings proceed doesnt exacty make you an expert at Kaizen. Nor does giving an economics paper lend you more insights than the average Johnny has. The only thing I am proud about is that when I mention Kaizen, Oligopoly, Managing-by-objectives and KMO analysis in quick succession, which is a kind of a tongue twister in itself, I get the gratitude of having to look at people who simply have been flabbergasted by getting to see someone so knowledgable (ostentatiously, but so be it....they dont know), or seemingly have. They have, in their eyes, a kind of reverence that should not be extended to me.....but what the hell, Im happy, and so are they.

The interesting thing that has hapened in these 6 months is that I've made a lot of friends. They are cool people. lotsa attitude, lota fun and thats what I like. And you get to see all kinds of people here.....ones who are simply unaffected even of their room's on fire, those who'll proclaim hell has arrived when Saturn rotates by 1 degree, those who never show whether they are affected or not. Its kinda of a boiler pot, where people from all walks of society meet and exchange ideas. As a matter of fact, its quite interesting to study a congregation of people. You never get to see a diverse view anytime else. Especially during project submissions, when everyone's like so into projects that they dont even remeber when they last bathed. (I wonder how I always manage to get the YUCK!! factor in my posts).

4 days from now, I have my second sem exams, and havent studied anything yet. But I dont mind that, I already have one CA in my batch whos gonna teach my corporate finance, one eco guy from Stephen's whos gonna show me in one day how to cut unemployment, and other guys who will help me in other ways, and others still who I'll have to help.

So folks, just hope I dont get many DGPs (thats deficit grade points), and god allowing, I'll live to write another post.

catch ya later.....

So I thought that MBA would be fun. I'd wear the coolest LaCoste's available, torn jeans to match my attitude(or atleast to show I have one), and my age-old pair of Nikes. The classes would be minimal, and all the case-study we'd ever do would be studying the cases arriving in short-skirts at PVR.

WAKE UP, TRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNGGG!!
The alarms have rung. and I find myself jumping off my bed. A quick look at the clock suggests that I have around 5 and a half minutes to brush, take a bath(without which I would drown in my own sweat eeeks!!), dress-up (in formals), find a matching pair of socks in my room, and get to the class bfore the "Door" is Eternally Locked . And yes, I DO MAKE IT. Dont ask me how, thats one riddle I wont be able to solve.

I realize I forgot my book. Well, in case you are thinking "Whats the big deal, we never _DID_ take any books to classes", so didnt I..my friends..so didnt I. But this is a pre-primary school, and without your books, you are nothing. (thats not all, You've screwed yourself badly if you forgot to wear a tie in BC, but thats another matter). I manage my way to the classroom and open the door, only to find the prof has already arrived. But he's kind and understanding, not the one to take such petty things as latecomers seriously. The only unimportant thing probably going on in his mind is "Do I award him a C- or a D?"

The moment I find a nice cushioned seat for myself, my brain reminds me that I have slept for only 2 hrs....there you go. I know the prof's looking at me, but I cant help dozing off. In fact, some of the guys already have developed a flair for sleeping with their eyes open....guess they are gonna be better managers than I am.

With this final thought, I go that distant world, from where I will return some day....preferably not, but alas...thats not my prerogative.

later....