MY GPA!!!!!!!!!!!

What happened? No new posts?
No new pictures?
Chilled out there? Nothing much happening?

For everyone who's been asking such questions:

Bottom line:
End term exams are here. And the campus looks like a zombie land. More importantly, I have stopped looking at myself in the mirror. I look so screwed!!!

Losing it..!

It’s insane… how ISB is percolating down to everything we do, or say. In fact, it’s scary. We have stopped thinking and talking how we once did. It’s like a mass metamorphosis in process.

Examples:

In class:

Student one: Shit man. I don’t want to be in the Dean’s list, but D shee nahi chahiye.

Student two: Haan yaar. Or else Dhak Dhak D ho jayega. Dhak Dhak D!

Student one: Fail ho gaya to? F aaya to?

Student two: Phir to bas… aska lakadi gala gala gala..!!

On the cricket ground:

Person who came in last got a chance to bat first. Hence, the comment:

He is so LIFO man! Last in, first out!

In the atrium:

Overheard: No yaar. I don’t wanna stand in the sun. I will stand in the shade. That’s where I get maximum utility!

During a seminar:

Someone makes an absurd statement. Guy sitting next to me passes on a chit. It reads:

CP!

I am telling you. We are officially going nuts!

Academic who?

On the face of it, it's such a BHARI name. ACADEMIC ASSOCIATES!

Imagine introducing yourself outside ISB. .."Hi! I am the AA of the ISB PGPM."

Whatte impression sirji! Whatte impression!

Party-holics

The first mid-terms are done and dusted.

Stats was okay. Accounting didn't disappoint.

Economics wasn't as bad as expected.

But yes, marketing took the cake!

(and smashed it on our faces!)

The exams will be back by the end of the month. Untill then, we twist...!

Sorry, no change!

Some things don’t change…. whether you are three…. or thirty

Before every exam, we still stress ourselves thin

Everybody claims to have studied ‘nothing’

But keep books open till the last possible minute

Somewhere, we all know. It’s so second grade… this approach.

But we still indulge ourselves. For the sake of it.

Cause at ISB, some things don’t change…. whether you are three…. or thirty!

The BUZZ words

How would you react when your Economics professor puts on some music in class and makes a light-hearted mockery of his own subject… all in the name of gyaan? Prof Bubna did. Here’s how…

Disclaimer: Video is riddled with Economics jargons, but it’s a MUST WATCH!

So let's put on the mantra!!
MRRRR equals MCCCC
MRRRR equals MCCCC!!!!!!

Define: Cannibalization

Class: Marketing (We just don’t get enough of it, do we?)

Define: Cannibalization

Definition: Keeping the name cards too close can eat into each other’s Class Participation opportunity resulting in CP cannibalization!!

Take away: When sitting in the last row, keep name cards far apart. They must convey two SEPARATE entities and not one giant person trying to raise both his hands. This will result in optimum CP opportunities.

Bhaiyaji ISMYLEE!!!!!!

Apart  from the core courses, we have a lot of other stuff going on as well. There's the Leadership Development Programme, there's the Innovation Educators Conference (at least that's what I think it was called).... and then of course...

*drum rolls*

there's MODELLING!!!

 It ain't easy.. giving that perfect smile...

 and while others say boring stuff like.. cheese... we say... McKinseyyyyyyy!!!!! :P (Eh, Agni?)

 If only real-life board rooms could look this spunky!

And last but not the least... the BEST study group EVER!!!! :D

Learning curve

Let’s face it. ISB. PGP Programme. Pretty intensive (and expensive) course.

Correction. It’s a FREAKING expensive course. So it better teach us something we don’t know already. Now that we are a week into the core courses, what exactly have we learned?

An update:

Jhataak colour shirts are good for you…

…especially if you sit in the last row. It helps get professor’s attention and you have a higher probability of blessing the class with your arbit inputs. Long hands help, but since you can’t do much about them, try that outrageous shirt.

Sunk costs…

You like girl. You spend time. You spend money. Girl turns out to be a bitch.

Your time and money = sunk cost.

Fuck it. Chase another bitch…err… I mean… girl

Deadlines are magicians!

It’s like the Big Daddy of all. The moment we hear it approaching, groups settle their disputes, ideas pop out, reports jump out of nowhere. Seriously, it’s the classic Bollywood scene where brats turn into angels and say, ‘Papa aa gaye! Papa aa gaye!”

Love can also be in a hurry!

One week into the core courses and the dating game has already begun. Who says love takes time? Or is it love? Don’t know. Don’t care.

Peacocks are annoying

Peacocks are no longer silent birds that walk around looking pretty. They scream. And they don’t care if you were up till 4 in the morning working on a case study. They still choose to exercise their vocal cords from 6 AM onwards.