On Holi-day, one of Bawa’s countless outing plans finally materialized and 830 AM found Andy, Vishy uncle, myself and some other stalwarts of the erstwhile iimb pgp2005 community at Aksa Beach, Malad.
The trip was good fun and gave me deep insights about the workings of the innermost recesses of the MBA mind and the wonders it performs.

For example, the time when Bawa proposed the stimulating game of chop chilli chop chilli chop chop chop on the beach and then illustrated the concept with energetic live demonstrations of possible ways in which the game could evolve. From what my puny mind could gather, I think the game consisted of a group of people sitting in a circle and doing interesting stuff like clapping hands or patting one’s cheeks, to the accompaniment of chop chilli chop chilli chop chop chop. The exercise continued in this manner without any significant change to the cosmic arrangement of things in general. The stimulation aspect I think I failed to capture. However, Bawa assured us that this was a better game than another which I’ve forgotten , because this involved lots of ‘activity’. I didn’t pursue the matter further.

Another interesting situation came about when Vishy uncle in his infinite wisdom gathered over countless years of bachelorhood on the face of mother earth, suggested we take a snap of somebody grabbing a football in mid air. Anything remotely related to footage and Andy bhaiyya jumped to the cause, literally. We then got treated to an exhibition of ruthless sales manager style efficiency as Vishy uncle directed the photo shoot and Andy bungled several attempts to grab the football in mid air, primarily due to his attention being more on the camera than on the ball. Vishy uncle finally decided to take the law into his own hands despite the glow of age surrounding his persona and all. Two attempts were all it took Vishy uncle to prove his superiority in mid air.

Things also got insightful when people started discussing the issue of where to have lunch and the discussion began to involve such concepts as logistics, connect, core competence and paradigm shifts. Well ok, maybe not paradigm shifts but definitely the rest. Somewhere in between, I also remember a chorus of a Lola Kutty (of MTV fame) limerick rendered by Bawa and Fart in what must have been one of the most stirring performances of the genre. We ultimately ended up at a place called Lemon Rice in Malad which had good Chinese food so my day was complete. Food for both thought and the body, what more does man want.

PS: Another plan has been floated within the fraternity: Frigbee at Aksa beach this Saturday. Bawa will probably drive his new car to the beach; should be fun. But more on that later.