With Bryan Adams playing for you and cool breeze blowing, what else could you ask for? These are the moments one tends to fall in love with. Moments, without which, living a hostel life would lose its spiciness. There are so many things that a residential MBA gives you that you already feel a sense of accomplishment. You make a new record of wearing a pair of trousers for 7 days (Monday to Sunday) before sending it for laundry. No one even knows. You learn to live with the untidiness of your room mate and still kind of like it because he is indeed a nice fellow. You learn to sleep despite the banging doors at night, silly music that is played loud just to show off and some species of wild insects literally sharing bed with you. You learn to not feel guilty of not exercising despite watching all the soccer enthusiasts scattered all over the hostel parks, playing like pros. Your faith in Murphy's laws is strengthened day in and day out because when you carry your umbrella to campus, it never rains and the day you don't - it pours cats and dogs. You learn to respect the difference between 0900 hours and 0902 hours. You also learn to wash clothes at a speed which your house maid would envy. You learn how to learn. And before you know, you are already learning to deal with your new life.
Image Courtesy: http://www.thehindu.com/ Now that MBA is over and I am considered an ounce wiser, being back home means work. There are so many pending things that are just waiting in the attic to be dusted and made to work again. One of them is the mammoth task of physical share transfer and dematerialization. Though stated in one pretty sentence, it takes months of effort and work. And of course, money! My brother has been painfully going about the motions of this work for a couple of months now and nothing much yet seems to have resulted out of it. We struck a good deal with a certain Saraswati something shares. I asked, "How much would this one fetch us?". He replied, "Enough to recover the money you spent on your MBA degree". I exclaimed, "Really! Waoh! Even after they have been dormant for like 15 years??!". He quipped, in exasperation, "Weren't they supposed to teach you all this in B-School?" I did shut up and let him do this pain...
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