Six months back when I had written the last post, I knew
that my next one had to be after the next good thing I encounter in the
following months, but just when the previous phase crossed my mind, something
else caught up, that I’m getting into a Management programme (Refrain from
using MBA, for few argue that this is a techno-managerial). I wouldn’t disagree
when I say that there were numerous occasions when I wanted to sit down and pen
my thoughts, like after the Suryashibir trip at the start of the semester,
Samaarambh and the Independence Cup, where I first led our team into the
field(a square cricket field, yes!) the first time when I went all suits with
the college formals aka uniform(At least that’s what these people call) and
when the one-that’s-not-supposed-to-be-spoken-about happened, it was joy
outbound, but I couldn’t go beyond a line, with most of the times I giving
excuses as lame as the time being 1am or charge about to die despite the
charger at the socket but switch turned off. See, these are excuses. Excuses
that begin to form a cloud of uncertainty, that takes the very originality out
of us (Although originally, I’m lazy deep inside). So why start today? What’s
special? Eh, nothing. What would make this special is that when this post goes
live despite the fact that I’m not sure if it will as I write this.
Far from the voices of Chennai Super Kings and the breeze of
Marina Beach, to the vibrant city of Bangalore, this phase has been a shift to Amchi Pune, there goes the quota of
Marathi for today! When I last visited home, everyone began asking how Pune was
(is). I replied “Oh Hinjewadi? It’s amazing! I visited the extremes of
Hinjewadi from the D Mart in the east to Hyderabadi House in the west”. The
next ten minutes nobody knew how to take the conversation forward. Yeah, it was
a bit awkward! Not as awkward as laughing at the jokes (If that’s what you call
them) in a Marketing class. Technically, we have been occupied. Oh yeah, this
is on the same lines as when that distant cousin of yours when pursuing his/her
MBA programme used to say “Life’s been hectic” , now we all have been going
through that phase and get to say that. Twelve plus subjects per semester in
the first year makes it look like one trying to crush the clothes to remove
that last bit of soap while washing. A tad more would tear it apart. Add
projects – reports plus presentations plus viva for most of the subjects, you
feel like adding all this in your Life Resume!
With having breakfast at twelve in the noon to having dinner
at three in the morning, it’s been a little complicated. Thanks to the cheese
paratha at D hostel. D-Hostel, not from the same franchise of D-Mart (Or is
it?), has been the home in giving us the warmth (I say warmth to appreciate the
round-the-clock hot water supply!). Despite the heat (Not the cold temperature)
faced, there’s that chaai which fills
your stomach the first thing in the day. Likewise, plenty of positives. Let’s
save the rest for some other time.
When on a Saturday night, something makes me write, it has
got to be MBA (Oops! Management degree, nobody heard it!). Despite the sick and
sulky material of the blazer (Oh, It’s the uniform), somewhere deep, when you
wear that up, it adds something. Not just looks, of course, one would easily
find a picture with the blazers in each of the profiles (Eh, including mine).
C’mon not always one gets to wear them (Unless otherwise it’s the
one-that-you-are-not-supposed-to-talk-about). It’s okay to make some noise and
publicise, after all I’m part of the Media team in a MBA programme (At least
that’s how I pacify myself).
