Suit up!

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).