Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Learn to write a formal letter

To
The unsuspecting reader
Wherever you are

From
Yours truly
My blog

Sub: Economics project presentation

Sir
Ref: Article ‘Market survey means freakin’ out’

With reference to the above, kindly refer to the below (oops! Here goes my formal letter)

As you may/may not be aware, my group had eco presentation at 18:30 IST at Class room 107 of one and only IIM L. The duration of presentation was 30 mins and 6 people shared the time.

We started with the definition and history of man made fibers viz yawn err… yarn and the like. The discussion then went forward to demand and supply for the past 15 years. Actually we didn’t have data before 2001. So we put the demand forecasted in 1990 for the next 15 years as the historical data! The international market vis-à-vis Indian ones were analysed (vis-à-vis is a term economics prof likes. So we peppered our presentation with vis-à-vises)

The group took off like a cat on a hot tin roof (sidhu! forgive me). Four people finished their part in ten mins. Make it long, make it long were the whispers on stage. Then came our own market survey which we forgot to take. Sounak didn’t disappoint. Simple strategy, slow down the pace of words. Soooo, ouuur neeext isssssue waaas……Good going mate. ‘In graphs, he used 47,13,8,9.5% pie chart distribution (when others used 80,10,10% drab distributions) to make it look real. Cute.

Cometh the hour, cometh the man! Yours truly comes last and makes a lasting impression (I wish). Agenda: Textile quota regime and government policies. 10 full minutes left.
Why not start with history of quota regime. My heart errr.. talk will go on ……

So what happens after ppt? Question and answer session. If no one is interested in questioning, why doesn’t prof leave us? ‘ Mr.Serious Sam, Why don’t you ask a question?’ Sam wakes up. Hmmm… ‘Sorry sir, I came late to the class’. That’s a good question.

At the end of these, all we needed was a lecture on communication from Prof. If anyone talks on communication again, I’ll die.

Yours whatever
Sivananth



      

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