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.
