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WHY THE HELL AM I DOING AN MBA ? (part 1)

The true story of a poet who never gave up …… and that perhaps was his problem.

It was 6th of July , 10.45 AM, my first class in a B-school . Fifteen minutes into my Organizational Behavior class I yawned. I wrote the following questions (and answers to some of them )in my OB notebook.
“Questions you are not going to ask yourself ever.
Q1) What am I doing here?
Q2) Did I not deserve better ?
Please never ask this question. SIIB was not your type. K.J. Somaiya was so uncool . Never ,Pranay , I warn you never, ask yourself this question .
Q3) How can I get through these two years?
Dumbo! Study aur Kya !”
All through the two hour class , the onerous task was not to understand what the teacher was saying ( I had given that up five minutes into the class)but to keep my eyes opened. The next two classes that followed , I was still clueless. It was as if I had been thrown into kindergarten and nothing could ever make me wiser about what was going on. Each day I would come to the class , seldom care to talk to anybody , neither make an effort to do so , attend the lectures , yawn and return at 7.30 in the night .
I saw students around me getting very friendly with each other from day one .I did not know what to say , whom to talk to , I looked around for hints to find out if there was a physics guy around, but alas it was not to be . I was the lone physics geek ( I call myself a poet ) among the bigwigs .
I remember the entire first week I talked to only about three students . On Thursday , the third period was Accounts . The teacher asked me,
“ Which college are you from ?”
I pointed to the college just near to my B-school campus and said,” Presidency College.”
The whole class burst into a roar of laughter. I felt strange. I wanted to tell them ,
“ Hello dumbos . There is a Presidency College in Chennai also , remember? Thats why I pointed out .”
But I didn’t bother to explain . I cared about nothing . I hated this place. I hated myself for being here.
I remember another incident which I now recall a lot .
One day ,after recess I took my seat . A girl from behind called me . She smiled.
“Pranay, you remember we were in the same GD group .”
To tell you the truth , I had known her from the first day.
I replied, “I know” ,and turned away from her.
“What the hell was that ?” ,I told myself, “Were not you supposed to elaborate?”
But I knew I was mad . This place had made me mad.
( I hope I have made up to the girl by now.)
The Accounts classes were killing me. I saw almost everybody understood Accounts pretty well. I was a poet , clueless about the terminologies Debit, Credit …balance.
To conclude after the second week I was certain that I should have stayed in research . I could have done so much in Carbon Nanotubes , my final year project topic . I found myself to be a misfit . I had very few friends here. I knew my next two years were going to be a drag , that I had to survive somehow…….anyhow .
But from the third week things started to change and finally on 3rd August something happened that was to change everything in my life ( for better or worse only time will tell), and the way I was perceived in this college and more importantly how I perceived the college……॥THE EVENTS COMMITTEE ELECTION।

In the next part … the 3^rd week and how things started to look a little bright ……and yes THE election and why I had it all wrong …..all the time.

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