Day 0 all over again

Rewind.. 15 months back, all the fresh ambitious grads sat for the summer placements. It was a roller coaster ride. Some of them went on to succeed in their endeavours and half of us face the prospect of going through the process one more time. And with 6 days to go before the big day,

There are butterflies in the tummy,
A sense of apprehension,
A sense of pressure.
I have seen three processes inside out
And I still dread being a part of it.
My heart says Aal izz well,
My brain says anything can happen.
But then I say to myself
I shall come out of it better or stronger
And I have nothing to lose.
The stay here has been rich,
Its time to attain closure.
Like the 6 terms in IIMB have,
Even this shall pass away.

From Unmaad 09 v1 to v2.

One for the year

Unmaad 2009 v1: The Spirit if India was alive and kicking at IIM Bangalore as we celebrated Unmaad keeping aside all the shit that was happening in the world. The sponsorship had dried up, and people realised the worth of each penny. But K K was too hard to resist and no wonder why. He enthralled us all with a breath taking performance. I missed the Unmaad L square as I was in a dry run.

Final Placements 2009: Speaking of dry run, I come to my next big thing at hand. The final placements for the batch of 2009. It was a horror show as we saw the effects of the crisis take its full toll on the batch. The job became tougher and longer owing to the market conditions. Nevertheless, it was an experience worth living and hopefully cherishing in a few years..

Morgan Stanley, Hong Kong: Yaay!! my first trip abroad!!And the person who was always there was Rahul Bajaj!! (Chuck the rahul out.. :) We had loads of fun in Hong Kong, roaming around, shopping, cooking food, the Macau trip, gambling all night and getting a DB employee to join IIMB.. :P What say Bajaj!!The two months away from home made me so so fall in love with India.All the thoughts of Reema telling me about exchange and how intern changes your opinion came right back..

Back to B: Yes indeed! I opted out of exchange. It was a culmination of various reasons. Term 4 was fun to begin with. A new batch of students coming in, the whole dunking and hoax week, the recruitments for the clubs, the treats the parties et al.. But none gave more pleasure than receiving that certificate from the Director. :) The academics were now a mundane job but the time I had spent with my friends new and old was just memorable.

Term 5: I write term 5 because, if I had to choose one term where I "came of age", it would be that. It was shitty, it had pressure, it had responsibility. And I am glad, all of them were delivered. Unmaad happened, not without pain, but this time the Unmaad L square drove all of it away. The biggest compliment was when a professor called me and said that he was glad his student organised all of it. The rain gods were on our side and India didnt qualify for the champions trophy semi finals. Everything fell in place.

Phase 2 of term 5 is the insomnia period. The summer placements were much different from the finals experience, it was a lot tougher, a lot more people to be managed and now I know what Vibhu must have felt like in term 3. It was an experience that i will carry along in everything I do.

Phase 3 was academic phase which is better left unsaid.

Amar Bhaiya's wedding: Finally, my dear bhaiya is married and I am so glad he is. It was tonned of fun being a part of the celebration. I wish him all the best ahead.. :) I will put up the pics as soon as i lay my hands on them..

And after so much.. there is still a month to go.. Picture abhi baki hai mere dost..

Aim: Look Below :)




What a year 2009 has been. A quick count on the fingers shows that I was part of 2 Unmaads, 2 placement processes (one of senior and other of junior batch), one quick dirty live project, one summer intern of my own, one new country, three academic terms, 2 academic awards, two first cousins biting the dust and amidst all this, lots of fun. Hoping for a great finish to the year..


Special mentions: Sukrut, PDM, Mayur, Kapoor, CEO, Vikas Bansal, DD, Chusli, Sahay, Vibhu, Purvi, Aishwarya, Kshitij, Aditi, Ganesh, Jyothsni, Tushar, Deepthi, Hari, Lintu, Sid, Pappu, Mak, Rishov, Pulkit, Rajat, Prakhya, Saikat, Ladha, Mario, Vicky, Abdul, Oleti, Mande, Banka, Rawale ......

About Akshay, Macau....

For 21 years now, I have inevitably spent my summers at Hyderabad, my hometown. Be it the internship or the summer classes, everything brought me home. But, second term into IIM Bangalore gave me the first chance to spend a summer outside home. In fact, I was destined to spend my summer at Hong Kong interning at Morgan Stanley (read the post below for further details). I was excited as hell, not just because I pulled off a decent summer intern, but also because I was the last of the six (read as KAPAAG for who know it) to step outside the country. And after a yearlong grind at the dungeons of Bangalore, I finally arrived at Hong Kong.

From the very first look of it, the infrastructure was impressive. The airport express, that took me to Kowloon, and the cabs that took me home, were all too luxurious for a first timer. The service apartment itself provided quite a few amenities. I was glad that I didn’t have to clean it, change bed sheets, or in short live like I do in hostels. I intuitively knew, being as lazy as I am that I will not have to clean clothes for most of my summer. So, with all the mundane and boring routines out of the way, I had two things to figure out. The first being how to survive, and the second, how I could make my stay adventurous. The survival part was sorted out soon, as we decided to go with a mix of ready to eat, cooked and of course dining out.

In terms of adventure, the first good thing that happened to us was Mr. Akshay Jain. People do wonder who the guy in my pics is. Sometimes, a sadist and sometimes vulgar, but he was always cheerful and humorous.

• He had absolutely no love for his parents till the point in the plane where he said, I don’t hate my parents so much.
• He must have tried everything Hong Kong had to offer, from raw fish to seahorses to salmons
• He loved spending money (he wanted to spend every cent of the 14000 dollars that he was earning more than us)
• He had a huge fetish for this IIMB girl, after lots of up and downs
• His current market value stands at INR 5 million (a very cheap buy)

The only event that was close to thrilling was our visit to Macau. I have often read about volatility and all the fin stuff, but the Macau experience gave me a taste of it. I was up 250 bucks, down a grand and a half and then up 3 grand and finally ended up with 1.5. The game was fascinating, the dealers noteworthy and the entire experience addictive. In a way it gave me a world full of lessons of stop losses, entry and exit levels that I could not have learnt back in school. The Venetian was beautiful and the singer on the boat awe inspiring.

Overall, I think Hong Kong was worth a visit but not something I would want to do again and again (except the night at Macau). I had a good time interning and now keeping fingers crossed for the outcome.

The Summer of 2009...

Coincidentally, as I think of how to pen my thoughts, I remember that for some reason I had posted The Summer of 2008 last year around the same time. That time I was filled with mixed emotions of leaving a place so dear to me for four years but at the same time embarking on something I have always wanted to do.. which in a certain way was a step up in the ladder to success...

Fast Forward one year.. History repeats itself.. The Pico from IITM is still alive and kicking.. Somehow people here have caught the name, the name I am so dearly in love with. But it just does not end with the name. I had one glorious year at IIMB. Sometimes I was cynical about the place. Very much I should say in the first term.. but then I got in line with the people, with how it is outside your comfort zone.. And then I felt so much better handling it and using it to my advantage. If I look back, I have always been the player catching up.. Catching up in skills, talent and whatever many consider an art.. But for the first time, I feel the pinch.. To stay ahead.. And when today, I heard about some of my colleagues cracking it at BCG (hearty congratulations to them), I felt.. its time to stop running and take stock of whats in the plate. So, here I go with one of the longest I would have ever written.. So, pardon me for the boredom.

I arrived in Hong Kong with loads of expectations, the first time in a corporate environment, the first time in a bank and the first time outside my country. It was not difficult to settle in. I must say that for a first timer, I got out of the currency syndrome, of trying to convert everything into INR, rather quickly. Being with the favourite of all Bajaj did help.. :) Ask him about others, and you might get some strong words.. Yeah.. So back to me.. The trading floor overwhelmed me.. But the pressures of the declining industry and a bad economic slump were weighing on my shoulders. I did not know how to think. Whether this was an experience to learn or to just crack PPO. I can say the two paths might be different and the black box never reveals what is the path treading both. But at first I chose the road oft travelled. To crack it and lead a life of luxury. But somewhere down the line, I felt this is not what I would do. I have some luxuries not to be so desperate.. I can do as I want. With the time, with the floor, with the money. I am 22 yrs and barely broken out of the cocoon of the IITs and the IIMs.

The flow of random thoughts continued within my head for about 7 weeks in which I worked as I was told to, but more importantly spoke to people who matter and decide where I want to head after this. I enjoyed quite a bit of Hong Kong and only glitch was the black lining in the sky.. I lived on the 15th floor, worked on the 38th floor and travelled below the earth's surface. I seemed to have forgotten the where the ground was for a moment. The skylines beautiful and the city dazzling. Enjoyed my first salary to the core. And the icing on the cake was Macau, an artificial Venetian and the Vegas of the east.. A night of one of my other firsts gambling.. So there was much awaited experience of being abroad.. under the pressure to deliver..

But then came Anusmaran, which I think was the most eventful evening I have had here.. I played football in the rain, had good Indian food and met people whose experience was more than my age. But the best thing that could happen to me was the 2005 batch people. They were in a similar situation that I think my batch would be on the back of the bad 2004 season. But now, everyone is well settled in. And it would seem as if everything was rosy then. But the fact remains, one can reach any place he wants.. he just needs the desire to reach there. And when I heard today morning and seen my friends delighted, I was thinking, it is sure good to get a PPO and make your life simpler. But this is life and the only way to win it is to keep running.. However fast you are the tortoise will find its way slowly and steadily..

I am reminded of a dialogue from Om Shanti Om :
"itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai
ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai"

I am starting to believe in it..

Will come back with a much more jolly post sometime soon. :)

Did you say defensive??

Hibernation!!! Yes, for the first time, I can say I went into one... The only difference being that sleep was the most elusive thing for those 6 days that were spent inside the "Yoga Hall". The work was fun, but what was more fun was the precursor to it. A new team to work with, a new rapport shared and better than most teams I have been in.

Nights and nights spent in dry runs and planning out what has to be done. But all this while, no one realised the amount of time you have spent with people you never knew before. The epitome of this came when three of us had a bash at "Purple Haze". That night had almost everything. Music, beer, India (Pathan Brothers) kicking some ass, stationary, fart and crowd. That is one of the most awesome times I have spent here at IIMB.

Back to work, the jargon that was created by all of them was just hilarious. I will just leave with a glimpse of what all was made.

1) Maardaar......
2) Defensive (Dunno for how long)
3) The PoC between place and control (everyone knows it has to be ceeti.. )
4) And the Venn diagrams created by Sid Sen.. Dude post it in the comments..
5) Love Bites!!! (I cannot know and say how and when that happened)

There we go.. A perfect time.. and a cheerful ending yet to savour..

-Control

The importance of being earnest...

Staged in one of the best theaters in the country, was one of the most famous plays of Oscar Wilde, "The Importance of being Earnest". Set in the late Victorian era in England, the play is filled will silly humour and the pretentious outlook of the people of London. The play has a couple of fictitious characters, used more as a mechanism to escape out of your town to meet your girl friend. It is a satire, as most of them are, on the Victorian era and the whims and fancies and hypocrisy of the people back then.

The artist group performing, Evam, is one of the best in the country with its home in Chennai. The performance I think was not upto the mark yesterday, with lots of dialogues fumbled and props misplaced. But overall, it was a delightful play and a continuation of the fun spree that I have been having this week.

Cheering for India, Sec C and MS...

Flash!!! And it was all gone. Disappeared into thin air.. The immense hype pre summers could not sustain post them. No one remembers where you going, and where they themselves heading. Though this may arise a year down the line, this very month when the laterals start, we are free from it for the moment. Well mailing the New Hire Pack sent by Morgan Stanley will be the last step before I go for my summers.

The last three weeks have been dull and actionless (in the insti). The lazy bones have taken charge of me, and sleeping has been given priority number one. This week, with 5 submissions lined up for Friday, its gonna be just the opposite. Some exciting stuff in Marketing and Operations. But I have never enjoyed anything at IIMB as much as working on the Quant assignment. The inputs from the so called dada pardada of IIMB were absolute rubbish. The constraints were horribly wrong and the answer quite unbelievable.

The basketball match, in which I played, and the futsal tournament of Section C, were just phenomenal. It was an experience to savour. With everyone cheering for their sections. One sport which beat the section spirit is the girls cricket. The ever famous Dakait took an early flight from Singapore, just to watch the matches. Way to go dude!!!

Last but not the least, India at its cricketing best. Sehwag, Gambhir, Sachin or Yuvraj. Name it, and they have delivered. 387 was no mean task with two instances of Pakistan (1999) and Australia (2001) still vivid in my memory. Sachin had to make a statement. He is sure not bowing down anytime soon. The pic of the 35 year old, jumping in the air as if a debutant has scored a century in his first match, was what made my day. Only if everyone had such passion in what they do!!

11 Days to go.. Hyderabad calling..

P.S. Watch out for my new blog.. Rediscover yourself. A by product of my marketing project.

Ground reality of D-Day

Dreams, Ambitions and Passion. These are the three things that everyone entering the halls of an IIM would bring with them. The expectations of their friends and family, the responsibility of being the nation's brightest talent and the pressure of competing with the best in business makes people work like they have never before and they will never after. But to all this persistence and hard work, there lies an riskier albeit easier alternative to get through the IIMs with the least effort and the best rewards. This is the summers. Summers offers one way to everyone to get the best campus placements (fair to assume most have the same goal), with two months of hard work and a fair bit of luck (here is where the risk is high; the luck part). People come in, make others look fools to be slogging their asses off, get the best interns, a PPO and party even harder later. Obviously, the stakes associated with the summers are then very high. And all the fiasco and conundrum that take place is an experience worth living through.

The day one enter the portals of IIMB, he is told about the summer placements four months down the line. In fact, even before coming here, I was told that IIMB places huge importance on resume building, which I believe is not an inch away from the truth. The amount of time spent on making the same deed look better, attractive and finally amazing is more than all projects combined till date. Now, that is some effort to put in. This year was an exceptional mix of economic depression, bigger batch size and a more experienced batch. The placement committee might have had little trouble making the corporates believe that these are some of the best resumes floating around in the country, but the competition within to get the Day Zero offers was a building volcano waiting to erupt. I personally, completely neglected the academics, for the first time gave my mid terms without bothering to open the book (no need to say i fared badly), spent a hell lot of time to brush up my basics and get ready for action on Day Zero. There is a whole lot that happens before that, but that can be discussed sometime down the years.

Cometh Day Zero. People with 15 16 17 shortlists waiting to get into the process and enter the their most preferred company. Some were lucky to do so. And some not so. I was out of the process in half an hour, which was a big relief and reward to all the hard work over the past one month. But there were others who were made to survive anxious moments and some who couldn't make it on that day. There were some lucky ones who got much more than expected, and there were some immensely good guys who left Day Zero empty handed. There were people who shifted focus from consults to I banks, rather unwillingly and some accepted offers from bankrupt companies. But none there was willing to accept that it was just a summer placement, me being no exception. It was not just the career at stake, it was the pride of being the best among India's best. It was about proving to yourself and others that you deserve all the glory you yearn for. It was all a myth.

The real glory for me came to stand by your friends who after a number of interviews go into the room hoping to get an offer from the next one. It lies in you being there before them to show the world that nothing differentiates you from your colleague. It is one time, if any, to show that there was solidarity in you, and the center of the human body, was still beating hard as it was when you were going into that room. It lies in the thank you that your friend says when he gets an offer. For me, it was the biggest takeaway from the process. I made friends, and I stood by people when they needed it the most. You need not worry what the others are doing. You need not complaint that the others are not there. All you need is compassion and empathy. The very hyped up Day Zero may break the hearts of many. But make the bonds of friendship so much more stronger.

Well, I think it is time to throw the heavier stuff out of the window, and tell some of the most cranky things that happened during those five days. It could be a certain someone asking a girl to lift her pants up (literally dude, get a life) or it could be the same girl praising someone else's pink tie and it could be us who just embarrassed the poor lad. It could be the end reward for someone getting clicked with all the girls of the class, or it could be the red ass you carry out of MDC, which stamped the delight of everyone on your success. All these stored in pics and memories. The process for me was highly memorable, and I think I am glad I was there.

The summers are over and I am suffering with Sleeping Sickness. I am looking for a cure to it and some enthusiasm to come close to my performance in term 1. Right now I am miles away. But things will change. Now it will be Ankit Part 1 all over again. The dreams, ambitions and passion is still there. And bigger and better than before.

Good Night and Good Luck

A dry L square

An insider's perspective:

Think of IIMB, and the only stressbuster that comes to mind is L square, the fortnight party organized by the Culcom. There is music, there is alcohol and there are friends.. This is one night at IIMB that I would not want to miss.. To put it in a candid way, this is the only thing I like about IIMB, among all the glamour and hype associated with it. But come October, a distinguished personality made his presence felt and alcohol was not to be seen on the campus. Not to mention, the numerous smokers who are deprived of cigarettes.

IIMB has suddenly lost its USP, of being the most open and outgoing of all IIMs. The open culture of Bengaluru formerly known as Bangalore has certainly played its role in building the brand IIMB. But last night was one of the saddest in my fourth month stay here. You could browse through all the status messages of all the seniors, and they would read: "A dry l square", "Alas, no more fun", "IIMB lost". There ere alumnus out for the post meredian dinner and everyone was surprised that there was no alcohol.

Times have changed. But this might not stay for long. The more you restrict it, the more people yearn for it. So lets see what snaps first.
For now, a dry l square echoes in all the walls of IIM Bangalore.

Back to the Dungeon

One week at home and thats all. Barely managed to pull myself out and come to Bengaluru, for yet another of the stressful semesters. This being one of the most important as it has a big role in shaping the careers. The summer placements which require intensive preparation and with the job market down, it doesn't get tougher. So, been reading books like Hull, Roy and for the first time, reading the newspapers every single day. Resume, for a fresher is so very difficult. I had to slog it out 7 days and nights in a row to gather content worthy enough to be sent to the likes of DB and Goldman Sachs.

Well, the tempo is rising, and having sidelined the academics completely, this is time for me to pull up my socks. L square party in the back ground is not the very best of time to do the same. But been a very eventful two weeks. Been speaking to friends on a much more regular basis, not paying much attention to acads, and becoming more and more social. Much the same as what happened at IIT.

We are done with our business fest, and there is a queue of tests lined up for the next week. The motto of this sem though, seems to be to take it as it comes. Much unlike what it was the last sem, where I was prepared for it whenever it came. But thats how you live with it. Now, waiting for the shortlists to come and by God there are a couple of companies I so desperately want to get to. But time is the only way to find it out.

Right now, I am stuck in this dungeon, between the profs and the companies and the books. Hope the sandwich becomes delicious one month from now.

Signing off
Good night and Good luck
Ankit

And pass away.. It did..

Come June 23... Enter IIM Bangalore, one of the most reputed universities to be founded on the Indian soil. High hopes and full of doubts and apprehensions. Little did I know how the first term was gonna be like. The first week saw the biggest hoax that was played on me (us). For confidentiality agreements, the details shall not be disclosed here. The Outbound gave me my first tryst with adventure sport, or the likes of it. That was the first time, i realised the importance of team work. I thought that laid a solid foundation for the way ahead.

June 30.. Start the classes. And here comes the first shock. Placards placed in front of all seats. And my name, right there in the first row. For the first time, I was sitting in the first row of a class. Classes seemed to be boring at the start of the sem. But that changed as the semester progressed and everyone was getting into the groove. Some courses like Quantitative methods and Managing organizations were mundane and boring. But, Financial accounting and BGS were much more interesting and fun. The courses I mean. Not the classes necessarily.

Cul com selections. That day was a comedy of errors that I will never forget. But as it went. I selected a safe option for term 1. The party at Legends of Rock was just mind blowing. The songs we sang. The whisky in hand. And everyone dancing around. It was one of the rare nights at IIMB that I will remember. L square parties were mere specks in front of it. Thank you Cul Com.

My claim to fame in the first sem came when my hand was the sole one raised in the class for studying accounting. I got a new name there. A square. As everyone in the campus are starting to call me by that name, the momentum for Pico also seems to be high. I have an attachment towards Pico but A square doesn't seem bad. Lets see. Then came a time when I was down. But that would spoil the post here. So that would be taken up later.

August 4.. Mid terms.. I performed decently well to be modest and that laid claims for me being DML. Well, everyone who scores qualifies for that, its to be seen where I land up and who bags the prize. The following two weeks were the most peaceful weeks where I slept as much as I could.

Then started the ad hoc race to the end terms. The last weekend saw me prepare five presentations in 3 days and the night out reading the Reliance report for the end terms was an experience like never before. Amidst this came the mail, "Even this shall pass away." And then the fall of Lehman Brothers, Meryl Lynch, AIG and Morgan Stanley raised doubts over the summers. But that we will take it as it comes. The end terms were mostly a smooth ride except the last one hour which I in hindsight think that I could have done better. I have no regrets about them. Awaiting the results now.

And finally, I am out of the tense and compact place back to the safe havens of home. Having delicious food and for first time in months sleeping without alarm clocks. Much more fun to come.

Signing off.
Good night and Good luck.

Ankit

The Maximizer

60 days, 17 exams, 6 courses, 5 assignments... This is what it took me to get the max score and deliberate about the losses. As it goes, the pleasure attained from obtaining a good is much much lesser than the pain felt by losing it. And this has been my story at IIMB so far.. 9/10, 14/15, 19/20, 80/88.. Scores by no means a mean achievement.. But scores that left me wondering.. If only I had done that... And today, for that, the lady luck was on my side.. i took a decision.. and it paid off.. It was the first exam I maxed.. and hope for many more to come.. :)

Hail Stats..

Good night and Good luck..

The Economics of Life

It seemed just the start of another week ahead on the 21st day of July 2008. How was I to know what lay ahead. All I knew that the weekend would be special. And in more than one way. A month into IIMB, and my smooth running came to an abrupt halt. The Convocation was a temptation that loomed large in the foresight. But the road to the convo was something I had never planned. And the return not even imagined. So cometh the Monday, we were given cases to submit on Friday, the big day in my life. So, I had to get to work against all odds all by myself. The first glitch: I had no idea how to go about it. There was a sense that I would put some crap.. which i earnestly did. But after 3 straight night outs and bunking of classes for the first time at IIMB, I thought I ended up with something decent. The exam at the weekend was far off my mind till I finished the report.

Off I went to the sultry and hot Chennai, the only solace being I could catch up with old friends and be honoured as a B. Tech in Biotechnology. We had a ball. With all the red gowns, the hall looked like a garden of roses. I was utterly disappointed that I couldnt bag the Institute Merit Prize but I am more than willing to make up for it out here. The night was as planned. Dinner with friends, received lots of gifts. gave none, forgot some and all kinds of stuff. Finally, the long awaited walk, one with which I have to be content for a long long time.

Back to Bangalore, ran into an auto driver who wouldnt compromise. Got into a belie with him, the fact that I was in insti was heartening. Exam Sunday morning loomed large, but what loomed larger was the lack of sleep, and off I went into the dreamland. Exam I cupped for sure, but lesson learnt. There is so much more to life and we need to go fetch it. Everything comes at a cost. This is the Economics of Life. The indifference curve after all makes sense, that I had to trade off an exam for going to convo. And this is called learning. As practical as it can get. But, I am now assured that the satisfaction was the highest i could have attained irrespective of the exam.

Dunno.. But there is something in it..

Long long ago... I used to write something.. Its been a huge break and now I am back to writing.. The diaries and the blogs see little of me these days, of course, thanks to the so called IIM where sleep is a precious commodity leave alne pursuing something like writing. I have had a good couple of weeks though, will lots of fun and lots of pitching for me... and lots of exams too.. No points for guessing that I mentioned exams because I did well.. So, coming back to Bangalore or the newly called Bengaluru, at the first go itself you realise that it is far far better than Chennai. The weather is just amazing, and the place has a plethora of pubs and restaurants to offer... I have been to some already which calls for a huge description...

Brew haha... The latest place i visited, on Amaru damru's birthday, is a happy go lucky place offering a variety of games, coffees and snacks on the table. Heard of the game bang?? I got addicted to it in three hours.. Its something like wolf that we used to play in insti but much more fun.. with cards and banging each other.. there is never a dull moment. The rain hampered lil fun though, but a good outing and more importantly a much needed trip outside insti..

Legends of Rock, not much about the place, but more about the fun.. The songs, the whisky and the music and the dance, the tequilla and the girls was all fun... The beginning of the fun, association with peers and seniors.. everything seems so similar yet more challenging than what I have seen before.. The time management out here at IIMB is something I adore very much.. No frills attached, every meeting is short and sweet, and to the point... No one believes in wasting everyone else's time.. There is much more to do.. Like sleep... Yeah Legends of rock.. the view from the terrace was amazing.. I could look down on the entire city..


Being in Bangalore has another advantage.. You have friends coming down to see you ofter.. Lays came down the other day and a nice chat with him left me happy.. With MLD moving into the job come tomorrow, Zufster recovering from the surgery , Deja making his models, I here have the need to study much harder than ever before.. For what i am looking for is simple... The three letters.. "DML"..

Good night and Good luck...