Archive for September, 2010

Grades n Khosla Made life Baffling..!

Finally as Promised I m back with a blog on two heads I couldn’t include in ma prior blog…

Now I take the liberty (actually its ma blog n don’t need to ask for liberty, anyways that’s just for better prsntatn) to define first who KHOSLA is, coz actually he is so huge that I do need to define him.. n I literally mean he is so huge that I need to define him.

Mr.Khosla is one of the very famous personality of our cls…U must b knowing some brands which grew bigger than the product..for e.g. surf grew bigger than detergent, n ppl commonly startd calling detergents as surf, or Xerox which is a copywriter making company..Same goes for Mr.Khosla, who grew bigger than our section as he isn’t known by our sections name, rather our section is known as Khosal’s section…He is very adept with curves in economics as curves is his forte probably coz curves were congenital wid him..PPl who knw Khosla pretty well know wat I am talking about…He is guy u would dread of… An awesome dancer..If had encountered hard time to laughing , go for his show… Its ma personal guarantee u ll laugh rolling on the floor…He has been entitle as our Mascot named “Pappu a.k.a Sheru…” He is self made cheer leader of our class…

Now u all must b remembering a case I discussed wid u… Ya tat same “I never noticed u” case… It is an interesting one…

One of ma very close buddy “Shekhar Sakia” worked really hard in one of the subject he had interest, participated regularly, gave quality answers, and replied at the points nobody else in the class had explanation to.. When he was rewarded “C” in that genre, he wasn’t in a situation to b surprised as he was more than numbed at the grading.. On his confrontation to the Educator gave the famous reply which went into history book that too engraved in golden sparkling words ”Shekhar, I never noticed you..What’s your attendance… Shekhar look at your neighbours, they look so interested in the class..Try to participate more in class..”

His attendance was more than 90%  and he participated more than cumulative of all his neighbours n still wind up getting lower grades lesser then all of them….

On that very day, this poor but brave soul took oath a to, which required a heart braver than any audacity and he uttered the three words which one can never forget, ”Fcuk the Grades..”

p.s.. If Mr.Khosla ever reads this blog, of which I m sure he never ll still, No offense for u buddy.. Just used ur name to make things more interesting..I hope u wont mind…

2010
09/27
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Class participation

Sirrrr…! Sir sirrrr….!

Sir this, sir that…I agree..I don’t agree…!

Chaos everywhere… One of the most prominent and peculiar feature of our class…

Economics says “Remaining other things constant.”

 but the irony is “nothing is constant”…. atleast not our grades…

Our classes reminds me of recent event “Bhav madi” organised by stockyard.. One among countless committees of our university. It was a mock trading game based on old share trading way when shares trading was used to be done on a share floor.. The only difference between this game show n our class is, there we were selling and purchasing shares, here we r selling ourselves and purchasing grades… We have to yell constantly, Boo “Khosla” all the time, treat friends as competitor… All though we all love the khosla booing part, never the less, this all is done just for 3 letters out of whole twenty six alphabets of English language…n those are “A, B n C”…

I thought we were here to learn marketing…. came to know we were already marketing ourselves..

For those of u who don’t know wat CP(class participation ) is, it is how much u participate in class.. Each subject has total 33 session in one semester and CP in each subject carry around 40 % of total semester marks… Yeah, so if we miss to read our cases n our books by any chance we are doomed (had a better six letter word, but can’t write here). We are expected to study 3 fat case and 3 super fat chapters as we per day have three classes.

We all on a daily basis, do continuous hand exercise for around 4 hours, as we all have to invariably keep our hands held high in all the classes expecting, maybe we get lucky enough to bring upon the attention of the educator, what as per Miss Aruna (eco ma’am) known as, ”Facilitators”, so that we may get a chance to do CP, and may work on our grades..

Throughout the assessment we work diligently and expect to get better grades, but it actually comes down to the day wen the grades come out which i prefer to call “The Armageddon ”or “The Eschaton”(doomsday)… On that day you can easily segregate the whole class into three categories. First are 10 pointers who always get A, second are ppl who are confident bout getting “A”s and actually have worked hard but perpetually acquire grades lesser than what they deserved n land up getting “B”or even ”C”.. n wen they confront the educators, y they got “C”, they get replies which reminds me of one of the very famous “I NEVER NOTICED YOU” case.. Third category in the class comprises ppl who were more than confident of getting “C” and nesciently fetch up “A or B”..

The ppl of first category are the happiest ones as they maintain their 10 pointer status, but they carryon their “huh,its no big deal” attitude…The ppl of second category are the most lamenting lot as they curse, whine and whimper over their grades and inaccurate grades being allotted.. ”I m the uncrowned king of this lot over the lamenting thing.” The third lot is most shocked, surprised, jubilant and frolic lot as they don’t know how they managed to secure such grades, but are more than happy bout it n grin over n over, completely benighted of the fact that the ppl of second lot are high on rush to break their grinning teeth..

The second lot in rage decides never to participate again..The third group in excitement starts participating…The first group as usual keeps on their nerdyness.. Eventually things come back to normal.. Second lot couldn’t resist anymore n starts participating most, Third lot realizes enough of participation on their part, n dig in their cozy seats (seats r not cozy at all)..ya first lot as usual…

Thats how life in IBS departs frm deplorable platform of past n strives towards lustrous time to come..

p.s : I assume you all want to know bout Mr.Khosla and the famous “I never noticed u case.” I promise I ll be doing it in ma next blog as I don’t want to make this blog brobdingnagian n boring…

2010
09/03
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IBS

It’s been around eight month when I first came here for ma admission interview. The whole interview process was segregated into ten days. I was nervous looking at the strength of interviewees for that day. On ma D day the enumeration was so bountiful that even a cogitation of total count of those ten days made me feel giddy. The campus was huge and equally mesmerizing.

Somehow vanquishing everyone’s expectation I over performed in ma interview and at long last got ma admission later. I had been called for admission in a reputed business school. I was more than happy about it. Just the thought of pursuing MBA at an age of 21 used to make me feel majestic about ma self.

Finally the day arrived when I had to report to the college. I arrived Hyderabad n booked a taxi. After some two hours of journey I was at the main entrance gate of IBS. Although I had seen that place before but that day I wasn’t under any kind of mental squeeze n stress as last time when I was there I was horrified with apprehensions of the interview. It felt as if I was there for the first time. The campus is brobdingnagian.

I loved it. It is huge, it’s beautiful. It has all the facilities one can reckon a business school to have. And the best part, it has single occupancy rooms. It means no roommate, no compromises, no fights.

DAY 1

General expression on the face of every freshman ,  “Wow, what a place. God, we love this place.”

Everyone was very excited with the idea of living here for next two years.

ONE MONTH AFTER

General expression on the face of everyone,“God damn it, we hate this place..! Why God, why..? Why you did this to me..? ”

We all thought we are here to study. But our Educators had some other theory. They think we know everything in advance and are here to teach.

It’s now that we realise why most of our seniors looked so depressed and why all the nerds n geeks look so joyful…

2010
09/01
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