The exams start from this friday, and i genuinely seem to not care. Infact i'm so pissed off that we're the only ones left with exam torture that everyone in my family seems to think i've lost nerd power. Did i ever have nerd power? And, if i did how i wish i could bring it back :(
Where do you guys get your nerd power from?
26 May 2011
The torture that awaits me..
Final Exam Schedule (Please Note that I may be extremely cranky and suicidal before, during, and after these days)
- 10th June Organizational Behaviour
- 14th June Calculus I
- 15h June Business Communication
- 18th June Philosophy, Logic & Ethics
- 20th June Management Information System (My teacher thinks I'll fail this one :P)
- 21st June Statistical Inference
Wish me luck fellow readers/bloggers, and if you hear from me during these days make sure you reprimand me and send me back to some hardcore studying..
The Semester is FINALLY coming to an end..
Every semester with its steady stream of reports, exams, presentations and quizzes is extremely taxing. I always welcome the end of a semester, the only problem, infact a major problem, is that the semester doesn't end until 18 hours worth of final exams are completed..
Sigh! I'm back to a disturbing end to the semester. I have 2 presentations, & 2 reports due. Also since I teach I am expected to continue with my responsibilities during my exams. AND if all this pressure wasn't enough, I have to intern this year, mandatory internship that may start from 27th June..
Wish me luck & pray I survive June 2011, without killing myself :p
The Zappos Way!
Must Watch! It's an excellent way to understand the how corporate culture can be enjoyable for employees if it's unique and if they are given a chance to explore the culture that they want & support!
Zappos is an online retail store that is counted among the companies that deliver & thrive on customer service. It's motto is to deliver HAPPINESS..
Happy Budday to ME!
For the convenience of my readers, these are a few things I would really appreciate on my Birthday! :P
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| An elliptical machine |
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| A box of chocolates from Butler's |
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| Shoes from Khaadi |
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| An expense paid trip to an exotic island |
Ummm is my name really SIDRA? :P
My blog doesn't indicate anywhere that the name my parents chose for their cuddly baby twenty years ago was actually Sidra. You see time and again my name has been subjected to change, people have their own definition of who I am and out of love (and several times out of spite) my name has been twisted, and completely changed into something amusing or extremely disturbing..
My father, yes yes the very same man who gave me my original name, has the distinction of being the first person to call me by a different name. As cliché as it may be since I am his youngest child, he refers to me as choti, and unfortunately he reserves the use of my original name only when he is very very unhappy with me. At one point in time a rather weirdly elated Mr. Modan congratulated me on becoming Head Girl by calling me headless bottom girl. I shall for the sanity of my readers, and for my the sake of my reputation avoid mentioning any other distortion that he has used to refer to me.. :p
My mother has been a kind woman, she respects the name that she gave me, but occasionally likes to turn it into a high pitched sid and raw. I like to believe that that this serves as her way of showing love even thought it sounds disturbing. My sister, Nida, is the person who has given me an identity in the form of Agent Modan. Before this rather classy nickname I was also called (she claims affectionately) goobles, & poopsiee..
My friends I have to come to believe don't really like the name Sidra, like my father they'll probably use it to show disgust, give me cold treatment or to scream at me. I am referred to as DQ, Dodo, Sidraay, Gulabo, Gulliee, Gul, Taliban Modan, Samy, Sam, Sidpid and Popsicles..
So you see its actually quite easy for me to forget that my real name, is actually Sidra Azam Modan.. :p
Feel free to choose any from over here to refer to me! Infact let's here some new ways to distort my name, shall we?
Apologies, Lieutenant Yasir Abbas – The Express Tribune Blog
Apologies, Lieutenant Yasir Abbas – The Express Tribune Blog
An extremely well written article on the lapse of security and consequent loss of life at PNS Mehran!
An extremely well written article on the lapse of security and consequent loss of life at PNS Mehran!
Does my Business Degree mean anything to me?
Agent Modan watches action packed TV shows, because when she was a young child she dreamt of being a lawyer one day.. Until ofcourse her parents burst her bubble and made the poor child understand that this was a dream that would probably never come true.
So poor Agent Modan decided to pursue medicine.. Except that yet again she wasn't really interested in kinetic energy, enzymes or the periodic table, this experiment turned into a lifelong scarring episode and Agent Modan survived it with THREE B's in all the pure science subjects. So quite clearly medicine wasn't an option.
Agent Modan switched to Humanities during A'levels. She found the right path, economics and psychology together intrigued her, she made up her mind, psychology it was, so what if she couldn't use the power of her speech in a courtroom, she could still counsel people, she could still save lives. But apparently the naive little (oops I got carried away) girl that she was she forgot that she needed to find a university that could support her dreams.
Dumb Dumb Agent Modan messed up her SAT's and missed out an opportunity to pursue a double major in Social Sciences at LUMS. Father Agent Modan refused to send his little girl to Karachi University and he forced her to run after a Brand Name. Thus started Agent Modan's journey at IBA, the premier business school in the country.
Agent Modan feels that a Business Degree holds no intrinsic motivation. Business is something that you develop as a skill, an education in Business is merely four years spend running after gpas and sacrificing every minute of a rather sorry life trying to find something that makes the resume look nice.
A Business Degree is not thrilling, it fails to retain attention, and as a student at IBA, Agent Modan feels the curriculum is pointless in several ways. My Business Degree has taught me to fight for the last minutest mark that changes my gpa. It teaches me that one does not need to be an effective teacher to teach at IBA one just needs meaningless degrees to prove competence. It teaches me that discipline comes only through arriving at class one minute before the bell rings, but that what the teacher teaches in class does not really have to be supervised. A business degree is eventually about survival of the fittest, keep your teacher happy, find shortcuts to earn marks, pull all nighters for the gazillion reports that one completes in four years AND NEVER BOTHER TO QUESTION YOUR TEACHER.. MIGHT IS RIGHT AND THEREFORE YOUR TEACHER IS ALWAYS RIGHT..
Does it help to study something for four years with such great disappointment and grief? Am I really learning anything at all? Does this education enrich my life, help me to develop new experiences? Or is it just making me weary of the ineffectiveness of education in this country? Do premier business schools justify their existence or are they still running as government run institutions behind fancy strategic goals? One wonders how this country will ever see financial prosperity if the future of business in this country is being bred in an environment that stifles creativity and simply reinforces rigidity, arrogance & the concept of might is right?
For the LOVE of Food!
Socrates, the great philosopher, thinker, & teacher once said:
"The unexamined life is not worthy living."Agent Modan, food lover, food lover & food lover again modifies the great man's words into:
"A life devoid of good food is not worthy living."
The fact that I'm willing to play around with the words of one of the greatest philosophers ever known to humanity, Socrates, is enough evidence for my love for food. While I am an avid reader, I still continue to believe that my greatest companion always was and always will be good food. :p
The number of Kgs on my weighing scale testify to my commitment to stand by this great companion . While I have always been proud of my die hard love for food I realized my complete sincerity to food when after a particularly heartbreaking O'level grade fiasco I decided to devour a rather fancy Chinese lunch. (Normally when one manages B's on an 89 in THREE SUBJECTS, food is technically the last thing on one's mind)
Chinese, Italian, Pakistani, Indian, Mexican, Thai, which ever variety of food you place infront of Agent Modan, she will without fail consume with pleasure. This love for food is not just for savoury dishes but extends even more towards anything that satisfies my sweet tooth. Be it something as simple as a trifle or something as extravagant as Tirmisu. I have grown to appreciate and binge on any kind of food that is set before me.
My love for food is so intense that I generally prefer to travel to countries that are Muslim, so that I can enjoy all the good halal food that is not available in Pakistan. Therefore my favourite destination currently is Malaysia. Malaysian food by the way is horrible, not meant for our (Pakistani) rather chatpata tastes. Thai food, however, is amazing. Not to mention that when in Malaysia, Burger King, Jeco's, Wendy's & Famous Amos are a MUST try!
I prefer eating more than cooking. But since I am a fan of anything sweet, I take special interest in Baking. Toffee Brownies are my all time favourite speciality. When looking for some excellent cakes and pastries, one must visit Pie in the Sky.. And incase you haven't had the good fortune of eating Chocolate Lava Cake, here's a picture of the absolutely, sinfully divine chocolate lava cake from Reema's. If you think you're a sweet lover, that you need to try and LOVE this
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| Sinfully Divine Chocolate Lava Cake |
So before I write an entire case study on my love for food, here's Agent Modan signing off from her report on what it is to LOVE FOOD!
P.S. There's no good food at home right now and it's nearly time for breakfast, should I make a cheese omelette for myself or is french toast better? :p
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