The Cold Call

It ain't over

Posted by Ritu at 23:17 | Friday, 26 March 2010

They can't do that, can they?

Posted by Pruthvi at 21:15 | Saturday, 27 February 2010

Love Me Tender

Posted by Pruthvi at 00:02 | Monday, 15 February 2010

Plan B

Posted by Pruthvi at 12:51 | Wednesday, 10 February 2010

Grey Matters

Posted by Pruthvi at 12:44 | Tuesday, 9 February 2010

You've got a friend in me

Posted by Pruthvi at 13:26 | Saturday, 6 February 2010

You had me at Meow

Posted by Pruthvi at 20:55 | Monday, 1 February 2010

Miss Congeniality

Posted by Ritu at 19:34 | Wednesday, 27 January 2010

No Direction Home

Posted by Pruthvi at 20:05 | Saturday, 23 January 2010

Behind Closed Doors

Posted by Pruthvi at 20:04 | Monday, 18 January 2010

All Theory and No Practice Makes Jack a Dull Boy

Posted by Pruthvi at 18:49 | Thursday, 14 January 2010

Crunch Time

Posted by Ritu at 22:02 | Monday, 11 January 2010

Throwing a fit

Posted by Ritu at 19:36 | Tuesday, 5 January 2010

Rectangle of Life

Posted by Ritu at 18:40 | Wednesday, 23 December 2009

(Anti)Social Animal

Posted by Ritu at 21:08 | Thursday, 10 December 2009

Who am I?

Posted by Ritu at 18:26 | Monday, 7 December 2009

A Stitch in Time

Posted by Ritu at 18:30 | Thursday, 3 December 2009

Trial and Error

Posted by Pruthvi at 12:10 | Tuesday, 1 December 2009

Legacy

Posted by Pruthvi at 20:29 | Friday, 27 November 2009

Complex Complexes

Posted by Pruthvi at 21:46 | Monday, 23 November 2009

All that Money can Buy

Posted by Ritu at 15:00 | Sunday, 15 November 2009

Suit Yourself

Posted by Ritu at 17:11 | Sunday, 8 November 2009

O Counsellor, Where Art Thou?

Posted by Pruthvi at 20:07 | Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Change is Inevitable

Posted by Ritu at 16:27 | Friday, 30 October 2009

it happens

Posted by Pruthvi at 22:24 | Sunday, 25 October 2009

Overdose

Posted by Pruthvi at 18:52 | Wednesday, 21 October 2009

De-grade

Posted by Pruthvi at 16:51 | Saturday, 17 October 2009

Loyalty Lies

Posted by Ritu at 20:38 | Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Paper Trail

Posted by Ritu at 18:34 | Thursday, 24 September 2009

The truth is out there

Posted by Pruthvi at 15:33 | Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Quantify

Posted by Ritu at 13:49 | Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Outsiders

Posted by Pruthvi at 23:31 | Thursday, 10 September 2009

Reality Bites

Posted by Ritu at 21:28 | Sunday, 6 September 2009

Love is in the air

Posted by Pruthvi at 21:14 | Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Timing

Posted by Pruthvi at 16:36 | Sunday, 16 August 2009

Cliques

Posted by Pruthvi at 19:43 | Tuesday, 11 August 2009

Basket Case

Posted by Ritu at 00:14 | Thursday, 6 August 2009

Twitch

Posted by Ritu at 12:11 | Sunday, 2 August 2009

Journeys

Posted by Ritu at 12:17 | Thursday, 30 July 2009

Spellbound

Posted by Ritu at 06:30 | Monday, 27 July 2009

Cash Cows, Dogs and a Cat

Posted by Ritu at 05:03 | Friday, 24 July 2009

The Inevitable

Posted by Ritu at 05:32 | Wednesday, 15 July 2009

CP (aka Class Participation)

Posted by Ritu at 08:51 | Sunday, 12 July 2009

Where is my Spike?

Posted by Ritu at 09:01 | Monday, 6 July 2009

Simulation

Posted by Ritu at 01:40 | Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Onlookers

Posted by Ritu at 06:37 | Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Sob Story

Posted by Ritu at 09:39 | Sunday, 21 June 2009

Intuition

Posted by Ritu at 07:47 | Friday, 19 June 2009

About Us

Posted by Ritu at 19:17 | Thursday, 18 June 2009

Reetu and Pruthvi are two students of the ISB Class of 2010 who launched The Cold Call as a creative diary of their crazy B-school experiences and it was formally unleashed on the unsuspecting junta of Co2010 on a fine evening of June 18th 2009.

What is “The Cold Call”?

We wish it could be the answer to the ultimate question, but that slot has been taken by 42.

The Cold Call is a comic strip - an attempt to take-away most of our education in this new and highly-charged environment – albeit with the 5th dimension being humor!

Our idea is in a nascent stage and we will be building upon it as we go on. Comments and suggestions are welcome; we will live with the brickbats.