Hang on my friends cause we will do it right
Don’t fret at all we will win the fight.
The industry will charge with all their vigour
The consultants will scare you with all their rigour
Don’t lose ground, don’t lose hope cause in the end you will pull the trigger
We have come a long way from when we started
We kicked ass and our futures are already charted
We have learned to lever up and build the tax shields
We are no more scared to explore the blue fields
We have the tools to put the strategy right
Pierre, Sameer and Hayden have made us all bright
You know to be political and be politically right
The liberals will say good people will win the night
Some of us will go for money, some of us for glory
Some will go to the country they love and some will go to continue their love story
Where ever we go, whatever we do we will make the cashbooks ring
At the end though we will do the right thing
So hang on my friends we will do it right
Don’t fret at all we will win the fight
Friday, March 8, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
P3
I don’t believe it; P3 just flew by while was looking for my Beta. It seems it was just yesterday when I walked out of CDG to breathe in some chilled Paris air. After 5 months in the sultry Singapore weather the winter chill was rather refreshing. Everyone told me this is the worst time to be in Europe but for me it was either this or nothing and well it was too big an opportunity to be missed. Thanks to Prinku who pushed me to do the right thing. It turns out the past 2 months definitely were the best since I started my INSEAD journey. Everything I did, every moment I spent and every one I met was rather special.
Waking up to snow most mornings, 30 minutes’ drive through the most beautiful French villages on river Sene and catching up on sleep through ISLM curves. All night long ACF cases which made me age 10 years .Finding betas which were more difficult than finding god himself. Creating organisation structures in which I didn’t fit in and creating a future full of buddies and happiness in which I fit perfectly. Fighting to win the war of the worlds and winning the spread award for market driving strategies. Struggling to fit Bob Marley and Jim Morrison with Fukuyama and Huntington. Trying to understand the liberals, the realists, the culturists and the world through George Bush’s POV.
Hot chocolates for breakfast, desserts and steaks for lunch and shitty vending machine sandwiches for dinner which tasted really good. Real wine and cheese every single day @ 3 euros which increased the glow on my face and fat on my waist. Getting spoiled on Paula’s pies and dinner spreads and getting almost high at the old school Glasgow and Aussi Bar. The food was the real highlight these 2 months.
My 300 year old chateau, my 13 best buds , drinking next to fire place, it was love all around. Never ending conversations on love, life and happiness and impromptu cuddles and hugs there was never a dull moment at TAVERS. My tryst with ski slopes in Val d’isre and Verbier, 50 falls, an almost broken knee. 45 minute dinner walk in -15 to the top of the hill and a super scary sledge ride on the way back which made me love life so much. My first encounter with French Cops and my first speeding ticket on a foreign land was all well worth it.
Prinku in Paris , a superb drive trip with the love of my life , cheese stops and wine stops it was just so intense. Her smile when she saw me, my happiness when I saw her. It was love unlimited.
P3 u will be missed.
Waking up to snow most mornings, 30 minutes’ drive through the most beautiful French villages on river Sene and catching up on sleep through ISLM curves. All night long ACF cases which made me age 10 years .Finding betas which were more difficult than finding god himself. Creating organisation structures in which I didn’t fit in and creating a future full of buddies and happiness in which I fit perfectly. Fighting to win the war of the worlds and winning the spread award for market driving strategies. Struggling to fit Bob Marley and Jim Morrison with Fukuyama and Huntington. Trying to understand the liberals, the realists, the culturists and the world through George Bush’s POV.
Hot chocolates for breakfast, desserts and steaks for lunch and shitty vending machine sandwiches for dinner which tasted really good. Real wine and cheese every single day @ 3 euros which increased the glow on my face and fat on my waist. Getting spoiled on Paula’s pies and dinner spreads and getting almost high at the old school Glasgow and Aussi Bar. The food was the real highlight these 2 months.
My 300 year old chateau, my 13 best buds , drinking next to fire place, it was love all around. Never ending conversations on love, life and happiness and impromptu cuddles and hugs there was never a dull moment at TAVERS. My tryst with ski slopes in Val d’isre and Verbier, 50 falls, an almost broken knee. 45 minute dinner walk in -15 to the top of the hill and a super scary sledge ride on the way back which made me love life so much. My first encounter with French Cops and my first speeding ticket on a foreign land was all well worth it.
Prinku in Paris , a superb drive trip with the love of my life , cheese stops and wine stops it was just so intense. Her smile when she saw me, my happiness when I saw her. It was love unlimited.
P3 u will be missed.
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