Wednesday, November 7, 2007

The Merchant of Graduate School

If business school was its own planet, then classes would be different races, and teams would be socio-economic groups. Stuff like "Oh, you're a customer behavior student?? Eeewwwww!! I feel sorry for you. Which group are you in? You're with Mr.4 point O GPA? Good job!"

What on earth are people thinking?!

My teams are classes are professors are great...I love my course just the way it is, thank you very much. I am NOT a consultant, nor a number-cruncher. I am a marketer...a brand guy... and marketing classes don't make me inferior.

Hath not a marketer value? Hath not a marketer hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; paid with the same lucre to drive the same fancy car, hurt with the same budget cuts, subject to the same layoffs, heal'd by the same bonuses, warm'd and cool'd by the same airconditioner as a Consultant is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you brown-nose us, do we not promote? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not hand out pink slips?
If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
If a Marketer wrong a Consultant, what is his humility? Revenge by recommendation.
If a Consultant wrong a Marketer, what should his sufferance be by Consultant example? Why, revenge by recommendation!
The villainy you teach me, I will execute,
and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

So.......yup...pointless...just grinding my gears :)

Saturday, October 13, 2007

We own the night - oh Eva!

Saw a movie today - We Own The Night. Started off like the Godfather (actually a bit like an A-class porn film, what with Eva Mendez flaunting her hoo hoos). And then, the movie became an Indian family epic!

Spoiler below......

One of my favorite Tamil movies, Agni Natchatram, has an amazing storyline. Brothers on either side of the law, and a father who dies halfway. Mani Rathnam brings the brothers back together in true Tamil movie fashion in the end, with the real bad guy handing his pail in as just retribution for daddy's death. Seems like the DVD made it to Hollywood.

WOTN is decent in parts, thanks largely to Eva, and a stellar performance from Duvall (who unfortunately dies way too early, bringing the acting talent average down rather rapidly). But Wahlberg doesn't talk much - an assassin's bullet parted his lower jaw from its moorings early in the movie, and Phoenix doesn't act much. All in all, a let down. Except for Eva :)

Oh come all ye faithful!

For a considerable period of time, I had the word 'blog' confused with another not-so-polite one, which lacked the 'l'. So, I frequently confounded people when they innocently asked me, "Do you blog?". I replied with a contented smile (as I believe in the goodness of fibre in one's diet) "Why yes - daily in the morning!"

All that's done now, and I have finally got my own blogspot! 'rangu the ultimate pornstar' wasn't available so I chose to revert to my alter ego and named it thus. Not 'thus', but named it what it is now...well, you know what I mean.

So, without any further ado, Welcome!