The learning phase. . :)
One learns the most in the first five years of life, well next comes the 2 years of M.B.A. One can run, one can hide but one cant escape the following:-
-Insomnia when absolutely free.
-Hypersomnia when need to stay up
-Worshiping the eleventh hour like God/Sachin/Rajnikanth.
-Eating at bizarre hours.
-Blaming the course for your negligence towards old friends, calling relatives, weight loss, weight gain, excessive smoking, binge drinking, you name it.
-Bitching or being bitched about- Inevitable!!
-Soaring level of frustration (read: stupidity)
-Being the sole asset of your presentation group(fat chance)/being the liability and screwing around. . ;)
Its been a year since I have been doing my M.B.A and believe you me nothing so convoluted have i ever come across. Its Disneyland and a Nazi camp at the same time.
Even more peculiar are the people that you come across:-
-some are focussed, they come, they learn, bag a decent placement and leave.
-some believe that success is directly proportional to the level of approach (read: ass-kissing) u possess.
-some think they are omnipotent and stay under the illusion that their absence would be a huge loss.
-some flaunt their simplicity, thinking that they are iconoclasts.
-some genuinely work hard, but never get recognized.
-some have a theme for living life, and try to apply it in everything they do.
- some genuinely do not work hard, but are considered to be the star performer.
-some are so innocent/ignorant that they dig a grave for their own selves.
-for some, you honestly feel happy.
-some come to learn for themselves, for "self development".
-some are born intelligent but MBA ruined them.
-some stay for 2 years and ponder whether MBA was a right decision or not.
-some consume all energy in cramming the library.
-some fool observes all this and writes a stupid blog..:P:P:P:P
Somebody has rightly said:- MBA---> Maney Badu Aavdi Gayu. .(I know everything now)
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