It’s Monday, nope, it’s chest day, that is as long as last night’s assignment submission has not exhausted you. Dragging your half worked out calf muscles to the gym, carrying your hostel room keys in one hand and the once heavily used gym gloves in the other, you walk into an iron paradise.
I happen to belong to this prestigious category of our country’s most inconsequential people. Quite honestly, most of us hail from this section of the country’s ever-increasing population. We lead a normal existence, have fixed schedules, snooze the alarm at least thrice a week, snap atrociously at our loved ones when stressed, get panic attacks at the most trivial situations, spend hours at the dining table staring at some XYZ space, smile out of the blue for reasons best known to us. This is Me. This is You. I am no different from you and you are no different from me. All of us have our lousy ways of getting the right things wrong. Well, I adore myself for my imperfections. This unassuming, unplanned and highly disorganized way of looking at life attracts me these days. I now love to be associated with people who don’t worry about time wasted, who procrastinate excessively, who are fun loving, less organized, and who live life without worrying too much about tomorrow. I am quite curious to know the reason behind this sudden transformation of mine. Had I been the earlier ME, I would have tried a hundred methods to reverse the change, to go back to being a person who loved being perfect, meticulous to the core, and yes, fastidious to a great extent. I wouldn’t deny that the qualities of being fastidious and striving hard to achieve perfectionism in everything I undertake still rests with me, and that I have probably inherited from my mother, who can give anyone a run for his/ her money! But what made me change? This is something that makes me ponder, makes me analyze, makes me introspect…
Every year when June happens, happens the advent of Mangoes in the market, Monsoons in the weather and entry of tens of thousands of fresh graduates in a business school. Little do they know that they’ve signed up for a roller coaster ride and nobody knows where the STOP button is. Let us try to break down the 2 years into a few ‘critical moments’ that come into the ‘b-life’ of a management student till the time he/she lands a job.
So this story is about a girl in a new city with a lot many aspirations and dreams to be fulfilled in the next two years of her life. It’s going to be so amazing and so different is what everyone had told her, but people are going to be selfish, opportunistic and you might not make the best of friends there was also something that they told.
To do or not to do an MBA is a question which most of us have tried to find the answer to. Doing an MBA is not a small decision to make. A lot of factors are involved be it finances, personal or professional situations. Many of us have faced the dilemma of going for a management degree. Is it even worth it?
If you think the biggest sadness is not getting a call from your dream college, then you are totally wrong. It is when you have calls from the college of the same Calibre and you must choose between them.
It’s Monday, nope, it’s chest day, that is as long as last night’s assignment submission has not exhausted you. Dragging your half worked out calf muscles to the gym, carrying your hostel room keys in one hand and the once heavily used gym gloves in the other, you walk into an iron paradise.
I happen to belong to this prestigious category of our country’s most inconsequential people. Quite honestly, most of us hail from this section of the country’s ever-increasing population. We lead a normal existence, have fixed schedules, snooze the alarm at least thrice a week, snap atrociously at our loved ones when stressed, get panic attacks at the most trivial situations, spend hours at the dining table staring at some XYZ space, smile out of the blue for reasons best known to us. This is Me. This is You. I am no different from you and you are no different from me. All of us have our lousy ways of getting the right things wrong. Well, I adore myself for my imperfections. This unassuming, unplanned and highly disorganized way of looking at life attracts me these days. I now love to be associated with people who don’t worry about time wasted, who procrastinate excessively, who are fun loving, less organized, and who live life without worrying too much about tomorrow. I am quite curious to know the reason behind this sudden transformation of mine. Had I been the earlier ME, I would have tried a hundred methods to reverse the change, to go back to being a person who loved being perfect, meticulous to the core, and yes, fastidious to a great extent. I wouldn’t deny that the qualities of being fastidious and striving hard to achieve perfectionism in everything I undertake still rests with me, and that I have probably inherited from my mother, who can give anyone a run for his/ her money! But what made me change? This is something that makes me ponder, makes me analyze, makes me introspect…
Every year when June happens, happens the advent of Mangoes in the market, Monsoons in the weather and entry of tens of thousands of fresh graduates in a business school. Little do they know that they’ve signed up for a roller coaster ride and nobody knows where the STOP button is. Let us try to break down the 2 years into a few ‘critical moments’ that come into the ‘b-life’ of a management student till the time he/she lands a job.
So this story is about a girl in a new city with a lot many aspirations and dreams to be fulfilled in the next two years of her life. It’s going to be so amazing and so different is what everyone had told her, but people are going to be selfish, opportunistic and you might not make the best of friends there was also something that they told.
To do or not to do an MBA is a question which most of us have tried to find the answer to. Doing an MBA is not a small decision to make. A lot of factors are involved be it finances, personal or professional situations. Many of us have faced the dilemma of going for a management degree. Is it even worth it?
If you think the biggest sadness is not getting a call from your dream college, then you are totally wrong. It is when you have calls from the college of the same Calibre and you must choose between them.
