Journal entry for a day @ Bschool....hope the balance sheet matches :)

"Oh shit, that alarm clock is just not loud enough. I will have to buy a new one". A new day. Same old profanity. Ask the block neighbors and they would be swearing too ("whose damn alarm was that !!!!!"). Luckily I do not have time for that as I have exactly ten minutes to reach the classroom and I do not want to be standing outside a locked door having sacrificed my sleep. After brushing my teeth (just for the sake of it), I do a quick search of my room (Why have they not thought of Google room search ?) to find the notebooks. But wait a minute. "What day is it ? Oh no its Tuesday'. I had to read a case (not that any other day would have made any difference !!!!). NOW RUN. I make it just in time to occupy my allocated seat. The professor walks in, shuts the door and looks around as if trying to spot someone who doesn't look sleepy. All the students stare back at him as if shouting "Hey c'mon, it is 8 in the morning." The only thing I remember from the lecture is the prof saying "Any questions ?". Ahh, it's time to get up. At half past nine I rush to have my breakfast (remember I brushed my teeth :)) and come back to attend the next lecture. It is a better effort from me this time as I manage to watch other people around me trying to find innovative ways to sleep. The prof acts as if he is the only person in the room. After one and half hours its time to wash my face, yet again.
The next lecture is QM. If I do not stay awake, he will probably find out the conditional probability of my getting a DCP in his lecture. After all the torture its time for lunch. No, I argue with myself that sleep is more important. I skip the lunch and head straight to my room. When I get up the comp screen is full of reminders. I go on clicking the snooze button till all of them disappear.
I am in the Mancom presentation class and everyone is waiting for the professor to arrive. He is the director of the movie "Seventy five ways of not giving a presentation". After capturing our skills on camera, he promises to send us the videos so that we do not miss out on the fun. I remember that there is a place-com form submission and I am yet to fill up the form. I open the booklet and the first question is "Tell me about yourself". "Oh no Not again !!!!" After struggling through the questions, I start wondering how the hell did I clear my interview. Then I deposit the form with a place-com member and he gives me a "thou bloody mortal" look. Yeah the place-com members consider themselves God here. They might just be true. I do not know and I have no enthusiasm to find out.
It is dinner time and I can not decide which one is worse....skipping the the meal or eating the food on offer. I need something to survive and I push the food down my throat. The cell rings. Oh I have a group study session (the best way to pass whatever time you have in a B school). After trying hard for two hours to study, we decide that we need a break and we head off to the Amul shop. There we meet other groups and now it is a inter group study session. After wasting enough time, some one has the audacity to propose that we should break up. Everyone looks at him as if he had disturbed a very important business meeting. After two more hours everyone is too tired to continue and we trek back to our rooms. I fiddle around with my alarm clock and then dive on to my bed.

I wish someone could turn off that light.....


Please note: This is the personal view of the author and the author is not liable for any decision that you make based on the above narration. Standard disclaimers apply.

B school life : a sneak preview

"OMG I have made it to IIMB" quickly changed to was it the right decision, should I have waited for a few more years, is it really worth the effort, is this what I wanted from my life ? But then we don't have the luxury of retrospection without actually taking decisions. Many will argue that there are thousands of people waiting outside desperate for a chance to get into these hallowed portals. Well the grass always looks greener on the other side. I would love to ask them about their opinions after they had a chance to experience this sort of life.
Lets get back to all the action. I will try to give you a brief snapshot without being too biased (if that is possible). First week was the most terrible of the lot (soon I realized I couldn't have been more wrong). The seniors played prank upon prank on the hapless souls (facchas & facchis) who were too dazed by the momentous occasion in their life to even react to what was going on. By the end of the week I had grown apathetic to everything that was happening around (a great start to a B school life !!!). Then the second week came and the professors warned us that the fun part was over and it was time to get serious (wtf). Before I knew what I was supposed to read, we were bombarded with a slew of assignments, presentations, quizzes (for the uninitiated they have nothing in common with a GK quiz but are the innocuous looking synonym for a "graded test"). A few hours later (or so it seemed) I found myself sitting for my midterms. Throw in a few mandatory documentaries that you have to attend, a few placecom GBMs, some guest lectures and you get an idea about the kind of freedom you are getting in a post graduate course. Quite an exciting life !!!! The worst part is people here did not have time to go out after the exams because they were busy with their projects (give me a break). If you want your life to be full of worksheets, slides, bullet points (and of course the money), this is the place to "B". Unfortunately I do not share the same aspirations.

I feel lost in this crowd of super achieving individuals.....


Please note: This is the personal view of the author and the author is not liable for any decision that you make based on the above narration. Standard disclaimers apply.