Its a Monday, I've just finished yesterday's pasta, vindaloo and peas, sitting and watching Charlie's Angels in french, Tweedledum has gone for a company dinner.......The recruitment season has struck Insead. It feels like only yesterday that I was seeing the previous batch preparing for their interviews, all dressed in suits, tension writ on their faces and now its our turn. 'Are the I-Banks coming?', 'Who are you practising case studies with', 'All dressed, interview?'. After having left well paying jobs and comfortable lives, we've all come in search of a dream and now the next couple of months will decide how the next decade will pan out.
The weekend was good. First and foremost, I am sort of closer to deciding the subject for my paper on microfinance. Downloaded a couple of articles but there is a whole lot of further reading to be done. Analysing the balance sheets in FSA is also very interesting but the only problem there, is that I find Tweedledum's class really boring. Their questions are so maddeningly obvious, sometimes I wonder how the professor tolerates it.
And then we had his friends from Paris visiting. Extremely friendly guys. I had initially had reservations that they would be slightly stuck up but to the contrary Sunday just buzzed past. Though now I have to give Tweedledum even more respect for having managed his summers in Paris 'without speaking french'. Even when we stop for a cup of coffee, after some time, the jokes are in french. They don't do it purposelly, they just tend to lapse into it. And its difficult to understand this version of french because it is with slangs. No french class is going to teach you to talk like that.
My french classes start once again from tomorrow. At the end of the day, its the only place I seem to speak french.
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