mid-term review

just got my mid-term review. looks like chances of PPO are really good. unless i really really screw up in the remaining time. kinda bargaining for desk now.

next few months, i’ll have to put some real thought into my career. need to consult a lot of people.

stuff like – is this the job i want to do? would i be comfortable living fulltime in London? how long do i have to be here? what all am I giving up if I would take this job? how would people around me (parents, friends, etc.) react? etc.

more later.

exit

the guy who recruited me quit JPM today… and is joining another company whose offer i had rejected during our day0 solely because i didn’t find the interviewers from there as impressive as this guy… news about the resignation came quite suddenly… it was he who conceptualized this whole 10-week internship… it was he who convinced the other people at JPM that it’s worth getting people from IIMs… and he got us here… and in the middle of the internship he’s left… he just came to my desk, shook hands with everyone around, wished us luck and walked away…

there’s no one else in this organization who has a clue as to how this internship program will be run… guess it’ll become even more unstructured….next five weeks i’ll come to office… do whatever the guys next to me are doing… go back…

and good that i had given up on a PPO… though i must add that my manager seems to like me and addresses me as ‘bright young karthik’ (in a kinda cockney accent 🙂 )…. though i wouldn’t like to read too much into that…

will keep up my original objective of trying to learn as much as possible in my next few weeks here… and my heart goes out to those people who rejected other offers for JPM solely because of its supposedly good PPO policy….

wondering how life will be in the fast lane… you get promoted one day… quit the next… no one has a clue of what you’re upto… you don’t have a clue of what someone else is upto… all decisions come suddenly…. just last week this guy was bitching to me about the company he is going to join (of course, he didn’t tell me then that he’s going there). yesterday he had a long chat with me about JPM…

strange…

cook…. and hudson… and vessels… all the way unto donald…

five weeks into my internship… four weeks after my moved into my current ‘hole’… i finally opened my mom’s carefully written cookbook (yes, note the words ‘carefully written’. every recipe in that my mom wrote and my dad cooked following what my mom had written to make sure she hadn’t messed up) and made good use of it…

after five weeks of pizza and pasta and sandwiches and toasts and cereals and salads, ah the aroma of hot onion upma, with just the right amount of salt and onion and chillies and everything else… maybe for the first time in my life i feel proud that i’ve created something lovely. only problem was that i’d put in a little too much oil so cleaning the vessels took a couple of hours!!

as for other stuffs, my internship reaches the halfway mark today and i am expecting my ‘mid-term review’ soon. dunno how it’ll come though. anyway, it helps not keeping expectations too high…

and for the first time in my life i’ve seriously started thinking about my career… and this time i’m sure i’m not going to ‘do another general degree and think about my career after that’ like i did the last time this question came up… hope to find an answer to that by year-end, by which time i must decide which companies i want to apply for…

as for the title of this blog, after i wrote ‘cook’ i remembered the first cricket match i saw completely. at my neighbor’s place as they had a ‘color TV’. south africa’s return to international cricket at the eden gardens… cook… hudson… wessels… kirsten… kuiper… rice (poor guy never played a test)… mcmillan… snell… richardson… shaw (a left arm spinner who didn’t play after this)… donald.
shastri… sidhu… manjrekar… tendulkar… azhar… amre… kapil… prabhakar… more… srinath… raju.

south africa scored 176/8 or something like that in their 50 (those were the days when 200 was a good score). india were quickly 4 down with donald taking 3 and shaw having azhar stumped by richardson… then tendulkar scored 62 and amre 55 on debut and india finally won comfortably with 3 wickets and 3 overs to spare… (though donald came back to dismiss tendulkar and amre which resulted in a few missed heartbeats).

football shutball hayo rabba…

the other day, the day chelsea played liverpool in the first leg of the Champions League semis, I happened to get into a local train with a huge gang of Liverpool fans who were heading to Stamford Bridge to watch the match. Throughout the fifteen minute journey they started singing ‘liverpool songs’. the group ranged from boys to white-haired men, all with vodka bottles in their hands and liverpool scarves round their necks. funny songs they were. a few samples…

‘ra-ra-ra-ra-raphael benitez… xabi alonso garcia and nunes… raaafel benitez’ (to be sung to the tune of La Bamba)

‘steve gerrard gerrard… kicks the ball forty yards… ‘ (arbit tune)

and stuff like that…

later, as i got off my station (i live on the way from the city center to stamford bridge), i was witness to a huge traffic jam, the first i’d seen in London, as people tried to get to the venue in time for the match… the jam had spread for miles together but finally after half an hour it somehow cleared.

London has Conditional Access System (CAS) for Cable TV (when this was about to be introduced in the Indian metros a couple of years ago, there were riots i remember. finally this was implemented only in London). my poor house doesn’t have it so had to go to a pub to watch the match. half of london seemed to be there as we crowded in the smoky pub to watch the match on a big screen. most people seemed to be chelsea supporters – i seemed to be the only one supporting the reds.

quality of football was bad, with lots of bad passes, etc. so i exited after half time…

more later

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after 3 weeks of interning in JP Morgan, earlier this morning I called up my parents and told them I didn’t want to become an investment banker. I was told “not to worry too much, try and learn as much as you can in the next few days and enjoy London and tour extensively in the remaining time”.

from office…

hi people. sorry for the delay. every time i think of something to write about, i don’t have a comp around me. so here’s what i remember of whatever i wanted to write.

it’s my third week in JPM. i won’t comment on the work. the learnings are good. my most important learning has been that the theory of homogeneous expectations (which forms the basis of equity analyis) is the crappiest theory in the world. and i’m not working in equities, i’m in interest rates derivatives. and of all things, i’m part of the marketing desk (after my stellar performance in the marketing course back in IIMB).

yeah, i wanted to write about my visits to the “indian” places in london. had been to southall last last saturday. first thing i noticed there was that the signboard mentioning southall station was in gurmukhi! next thing i saw was a gurudwara. and then a poster of some crappy amitabh movie. all shops were indian. i heard hindi all round me. had to locate my cousin’s place but due to his skewed directions i ended up going in the wrong direction. finally my uncle came down to the station to where i’d gone back and picked me up. cell phones rock. i also remembered one of the ‘sayings’ of my BTech project guide:
“When the path ahead is not nice, know even mice, that backtracking is wise”.

then on friday i went to Eastham. someone told me i could buy MTR ready-to-heat stuff in there. was a rainy evening. found “sakthi south indian departmental stores”. found the MTR packets in there. looked for the price tag and found “karnataka 40 rupees, kerala 42 rupees… “. no pound prices mentioned. they’d obviously been smuggled. but who cares, as long as i get some indian food… after going back hostel food will be heaven i guess. coming back to eastham, the guy made a neat arbitrage by charging a whole pound (> 80 Rs.) for each of the items marked “40 rs.”. :((

then, walked down the eastham street. could hear lots of tamil and a little bit of kannada. no gult though! and absolutely no firangs in sight! intriguing. found a “madras restaurant”. but it looked more srilankan than madrasi. walked on. 10 metres down, there was a “chennai restaurant – high class pure vegetarian”. went in. had masala dosa. tasted like it did at RBG back in IITM. the sambar sucked though. felt good…

then during the weekend we went to canterbury. a group of 8 from IIMB. had a good time pulling each other’s legs and stuff… somehow there’s something special about us which is not there in the IIMA or IIMC people. dunno what it is. but i simbly can’t connect half as well with the A or C junta as i can with our people… probably yesterday was my best day after coming to london…

back in office today. work… well i’ll write about it after i get back. got some decent lunch at the canteen though. and didn’t have TOO much work today… hope to leave immediately after i finish writing this.

also, over the past one week in office, i’ve been thinking a lot. lots of philosophy. will probably compile it all once i get back home. stuff ranging from short term career plans to long term career plans to what interests me to why i am like what i am to why someone else is like someone else is to why the theory of homogeneous expectations is crap to dfaklsdjf ;aljad fa 34k;t3j4;3j4 304u3 4jk

then, i’ve been literally penniless for the last few days. the bureaucracy at JPM ensures that i haven’t yet been paid. have a few dollars in my pocket but they’re useless here. have built up huge debts (to friends). also have stuff in my “accounts receivable” column.. for some people are even more penniless than me…

wanna go home now so i’ll stop here. else i could write on…

jai hind!

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for mom’s always right…

following a walk around the thames today with a couple of friends, i came to an important decision… if i get a PPO and decide to accept it, i’ll be getting married next april. just what my mom had said a couple of months ago (and i’d pooh-poohed her then). since i don’t have a girlfriend (and also since i don’t have anyone in mind), i think i’ll leave the choice of bride to my mom… unless i can find someone in the next few months…

(and remember that it all depends upon a big IF. i should get a PPO AND take it… or if i take up some other i-banking job also… ).