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The Irony of DaDDu…

5th October…..

Start of 2nd semester…

Long faces were ubiquitous in the college.. Why..?

Reason one… We came back from our abodes last night after 1st sem end…

And…the bigger reason for the sorrow n heartache was as soon as we landed in the campus we were handed over the cases for classes starting from 6th october.

Now let me tell u all what are these cases..

Our college follows case study method instead of lecture study method…’Lecture study’ method is the normal traditional way of teaching which generally schools n colleges in this universe follow…But ma college follows case study methodology in which we r reckon to be not just jack rather master of all subjects…to be in possession of a brainbox, of a super encephalon as we are taught nothing…

Yes..we r taught nothing…we r expected to flip over all the cases n …n……..not only the cases but also the books..the heavy fat and blubbered books…. n cum to the class n make a hell of chaos out of the class… Coz we r designated the 40% of our semester marks on the amount of commotion we create in a 1 hour 15 mins class per subject throughout the semester.

So it’s trivial to say that class participation marks are really crucial to secure good grades in the semester….

Now here comes in play The cruel fate …Although we hate to study to the extent we have to or rather say we hate to study at all, we love to do Class participation….but …..but…..here I take the liberty to introduce to all of you the Great DaDDu……

DaDDu as the name suggests he is an old man….A very old man..Probably he should have retired some 50-60 years ago… I reckon he is the oldest man alive on the planet….n….he is a very big competition to one of ma talents….yes he is…..See all of you who know me personally must be aware of the fact that I love to speak….Ok…I speak a lot…I do get remarks like ‘doesn’t ur jaw pains? ’…N ma reply is that jaw never will pain…speaking a lot doesn’t means ur jaw ll pain…its a crappy assumption n view….But trust me guys when DaDDu speaks, he really speaks…Man he speaks thrice in one class as much as do in one day….O yeah..he does speak that much…..he is a speaking tank…he is Brahmos supersonic missile in terms of speaking…..the truth is he doesn’t gives me competition….he beats the hell out of me in that competition…n he really makes me ask a question to ma self…’Does’nt his jaw pains..? ’

He njoys speaking so much that I think it probably affected his brain coz I feel he is a ‘Short term memory loss’ patient..ya he is…. trust me I have reason to say so…He doesn’t remembers your face (forget bout the name) even after teaching you for one whole semester…I ll feed you all with an instance which will nudge you a nod to ma point…..

One day the bubble of desire to bunk the class ballooned n inflated to the point that it exploded…We gave him some fake reason that we have some meeting wid the director n we have to go for it in 15 min…By we I meant I n 4 of ma frnds…as time for our independence came he reconfirmed the quantum of us who attendin the meeting.. I said 5 Sir….He rejoindered Fine..go…and….and……

On his face 10 people left the class…beat that….

I ll provide you all wid one more incident of ma personal triumph of bunking the class which will bound you to fully harmonise wid me that Yes he is Ghajni part 2…

DaDDu takes attendance at the start of the class only an as we don’t learn anything in his class we all desire to bunk out the class after attendance is done…

One fine day I was in full mood n momentum tat I ll bunk out after attendance..I left ma seat n sat on strategic position, a place very close to the door…. attendance winded up …DaDDu started he verbal exploit…I felt the tweak that its ma cue..but then I was stroked by an evil thought…. let’s make it fun…I got up n went out all the way across the whole lecture theatre from one end to another….I went out of the second door which was on the other side of the class….and….and…

Behold…DaDDu didn’t even notice….

But there is one infliction we all feel which I would like to share………….The Irony is we are supposed to do the class participation to secure grades but he doesn’t provides us any instance, any chance on which we could capitalise n have a fate to be lucky enough to do a class participation….he is the only one who speaks in the class n at times we felt that “is he too competing for grades..?”…but now we knw…’Yes , he is’…! There’s a verdict that he is gonna give all ‘A’s to himself…

 

True Story…!

2010
11/12
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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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I m Graduate..!

people say patience pays off…. thankfully that happened to me too… after a month long excrutiation i bore, finally ma final unversity exams ended, finally i have completed all the formalities to be a graduate…n eventually got ma results..

‘I M GRADUATE NOW’….

it feels funny n strange when u find way back in your memories n recall the days when we used to toddler… even a ten year old looked so big n huge then…suddenly i m graduate… capable enough to earn on my own though i m pursuing post graduation, MBA… still its great to know your good enough to earn n i guess all who had or have graduated know what m talking about… we grow wittnessing our father n even in cases , both the parent earning n taking care of us n our siblings n supporting their parent too… what we used to be frustrated of was, we had to convince our parents to finance all our wish n most of the time request used to be denied… gone are those days my friends… yeah it really feels great n i m completely repleted with all educational part i undertook n suffered to witness such a joy… its the hard days which make u realise whats its like to get better off the hurdles headingway smiling inspite of the nuisance n turbulances…

2010
08/05
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Living the inferno

I would shoot myself then to study...

The world is beautiful place full of different kind of people. These people have different types of life.. Some of them are happy with their lives, some are not. There are few people or to be precise people with particular life who have to go through their worst dreams, have to leave there nightmares back and again..

One such particular life I know very well is a LIFE OF A STUDENT and trust me it’s no less than a living nightmare for few, especially for the lazy lot of TV  PC lovers who hate n fear the word “STUDIES”, and particularly one such  person I know better than anyone is “ME”.


WELCOME TO MY LIFE

I am a final year graduation student doing ma bachelors in commerce which is a honours course. The most part of the year which I love most passes by just roaming around the city with buddies. This part of the year which doesn’t involves much  or actually no studies is no less than heavens for people like me. No studies no books, what else can a student ask for. But soon passes by the months of rejoice and fun and here comes the month of march and clinched in its grasp comes the days of fright and dreadness.   Here come “EXAMs”.

9.00 o’clock, 3rd march…

“Tring tring”…..phone rings

(actually it’s not the tring tring, rather its ma ringtone.. but definitely tring tring sounds better..)

‘Hello’ I said in groggy n husky voice. (Yes I sleep that late.)

‘Dates are out’ came the reply.

‘What….! when….?’ suddenly I m fully awake in full control of ma senses.

‘From 22nd’ reply..

God save me.. The dates for the final university exams are out n they r commencing from 22nd march.. just two-three weeks from now..

Now let me introduce ma self.. I m Surbhit, a b.com final year student n of those kind of guys who rarely study unless less than two days for xams are left, But there were few subjects which needed to be read throughout the year ’Income tax and accounts’.. xams I feared most.

A week left to the exams.. Some how i arranged the syllabus n finally bought the books..
two days left to the first exam. The exam of accounts.

Finally I took the pain n matched the syllabus.. thankfully got the full syllabus in the book. People say you got to practice accounts throughout the year or for sure you flunk. Comes the eve of xam.. half done half left.. less than twelve hours.. means no time to sleep.. got to be awake through the night.. got to make headway getting the better of the ever alluring, super pleasurable and merry full ‘SLEEP’..

Particularly in the days of xam you come to know how joyful, attracting, luring and tempting sleep is and on the night before xam you learn its real worth n it seems as if you have been separated from the comfort of the puffy mattress and in itself soaking pillow for the ages.. The pain, the nuisance seems to be brutal and eternal n that’s when u realize “U R NO MORE IN THE DEADLY HOLD OF EXAMS… ACTUALLY U R LIVING IN THE INFERNO”

2010
03/31
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The Crucifixion

Go away... let me sleep...

The black patch commonly famed as dark circle, the queasiness, the head aches… in short the consequences and traits of exam time…

Feeling damn sleepy but can’t rest, dying to watch your favourite serial but no you can’t… no signs of solace through this passage for series of exams rather there’s a thing which manifolds the excruciating pain and the suffering of the exam I have been going through…

The “IPL”..

What else a cricket maniac like me can have a incubus of…

The suffering I have been provided by the hands of xams has a long account.. but the exact one which could match or succumb the current pain received due to IPL is the one I had was during ma higher secondary boards.. INDIA vs Pakistan 2005 world cup day night match on the eve of ma board..

Same is the pain when unable to watch ma favourite crickets smashing the ball out of the stadium due to ma university xams..

One xam goes and as I took a sigh of relief other one was right in front of ma face grinning at me..

You can’t out run it , you can’t defeat it… helplessly I just got to accept it..

that much miserable exams can make you as they made me…

As the D day arrived somehow I gained the strength left from the outwore of last night as couldn’t sleep and had to be in senses throughout the night to complete ma course but unable to do so and as only two hours left to the xam and three chapters still left… compiled all the strength left in me though nothing was and finished the course left as hasty as I could..

That was the story of ma first xam and same was in the case of xam which followed it… then was the turn of “The Prince of Darkness” as in the case of the ma subjects “THE INCOME TAX”.. Though it seems to be just a subject but it wasn’t so… I assure you it’s a daemon…It is a subject full of legal definitions given by the law under thousand of sections.. The book is around a thousand pages thick that to in the most tiny print I had ever seen.. N I wasn’t of the studious and laborious kind though was a striver…knew it was inconceivable and out of question to complete the course in just two days.. though as I said I m a striver I tried hard, really hard, gave it ma utmost… NO, No, NO… don’t take it wrong…I hate studies n will always do … I tried hard to get the important questions having maximum probability of being asked in the exams.. Somehow arranged sufficient number of questions just night before to make through ma income tax exam.. stayed up all the night, contributed n helped ma dark circles to grow darker at significant pace…. and all this crucifixion was what I received just till the half of ma xams…still the half way to go.. may god provide me the strength and lastingness to face this pain, excruciation and crucifixion left to be borne by the hands of xams still to go…

2010
03/31
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