Who moved my class?

Prof *facing the whiteboard*

Blah blah… blah blah blah… bleh blah bleh… bleh bleh blah blah….

Blah blah bleh… bleh blah… blah blah…

*Turns around. Finds class empty*

Prof: Oh c’mon guys! It wasn’t THAT boring..!!

Plzzz sirrrrrrrr

Class: DMOP

Professor:

I wanted to show you all this game, but we don't have too much time left since you guys asked too many questions. So we will just move ahead.

Class:

Nooooooohhhhhhhh….. pleaseeeeeee sirrrrrrr…… 5 minutes sirrrrrrrrr….. gameeeeeeee…… quickly quickly we will doooooo….. sirrrrrrrrr……

Ahem. And the average age of class is 27, they say…

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!

Sorry, what's the point?

Professor: Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after. Can anyone explain what Jack and Jill were doing up there?

Student 1: Jack and Jill ought to have a vision. Yes, they did go up the hill to fetch a pail of water. But what shouldn’t be forgotten is that at the end, Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling marginally after.

Student 2: From a strategic perspective, Jack and Jill decided to go up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Though Jack fell down and broke his crown, I strongly believe Jill also came tumbling after.

Student 3: I guess Jack and Jill ought to have utilized the pail of water in a more targeted fashion. But as we know, Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after.

This, my friend, is what we call Class Participation. It warms my heart to see how the chase of marks can create such beautiful shit in such an intelligent class. I swear! It’s the most pretty-looking shit I have ever seen!!

Given the in-depth case studies, the marketing lecture could have been the ‘best’, but it chose to be ‘good’. Who lost?  

On our first day at ISB, Dean Ajit asked us to concentrate on ‘learning’ over 'marks'. Sorry Dean Ajit, we tried. Maybe next term?

Horn NO CP pls!

So what do you do when the professor starts speaking Mars and you don’t give a fuck about Class Participation?

Simple.

ISB's morning alarm

Time: 6.30 AM

A loud screech fills my room. I sit up, jolted out of my senses.

What the FUCK on earth was THAT!?!!

As I force my eyes open, I see something sitting on the window. I rub my eyes in disbelief. Am I dreaming!??

I keep staring. Knowing that I am awake, the thing moves away and sits close to the window. To confirm that I am not dreaming, I reach out for my phone and take a picture.

And yes, I wasn’t dreaming. There was a peacock on the window!

PS:

Dear Peacock,

I appreciate your visit. However, next time, THINK before waking me up at 6.30. I shall not be responsible for the consequences.

Yours truly,

Sleep-loving me

Only if I was Bond... James Bond!

Pic: Prabhat Mittal

ISB, Day 2:

Situation 1:

Guy 1: Hi, I am Venkat.

Guy 2: DUDE! I KNOW THAT!! WE MET 5 MINUTES AGO!

Situation 2:

Vikas: Hi, I am Vikas.

Me: Hey, I am Vikas too, the original one *grins*

Vikas: Hehe.

*2 second silence*

Vikas: So, what’s your name?

Me: DUDEEE!!!!!

That, my friend, is how networking sounds like at ISB. Barely 48 hours into the campus, there’s an ardent pressure to NETWORK! Trust me, I am all in for networking, but the problem arises when there are 570 + people to network with. No matter how much you try, you always find yourself in some bloody corner with strangers all around you!! Like WTF!

For me, it’s come to the point where I simply sit with people, chat, laugh, and walk away. Sad, but true. There are some real gems in this class, and yes, it sucks that I won’t know all of them. The next business sensation of India might be sitting on the adjacent table and I won’t know. And that SUCKS!

PS: In picture above, a speed networking session.
People spoken to (on an average): 100.
People remembered: Err. Who?

Just cause...

As the ISB days come closer, a weird phenomenon surrounds you. The one where the world resembles Lalita Pawar and you become the coy newly-wed bride with the former shelling out some tangy taanaas at every step.

Allow me to demonstrate:

You say something stupid and...
WTF!? How on earth did you get into ISB?

You say something that mildly involves some stats and facts and...
Please haan! Just cause you got into ISB, you think you will show off?

You don't agree with a plan and...
You keep quiet. Go and do what you want in Hyderabad with your ISB friends.

You don't like what somebody else does/wears/eats (you too have a choice right?), but then...
Oh really!? Is it not cool enough for ISB?

And all through, you do nothing, but just stand there shaking your head.

I guess I might as well do some jhaado to complete the act.