MBA - What it does to you ?

MBA - Some people call it Master of Business Administration and some call it Master of Bad Activities... A student who enters the campus to become an MBA grad, wants to learn a few things (not everything which you study is applicable in life) and land in a job which can get him an excellent package.. Ultimate result of this whole torture of two years is "Package" which everyone will get but of different value.. Each one will look at each other's package and will yearn for more..

During these two years, a student’s persona changes completely. The day they enter campus, they start thinking small of other people.. People are made to work in teams which lead to big problems.. ego issues, "I am always right" attitude, "I have done all the work" statements cause big furore among team members.. Even a small argument raises tempers.. people always sharpen their axes to slice other throats ( sarcastic comments) which some poor souls can't even survive..

Committees are formed to create an illusion that someone is working for students and will take care of their interests.. but... ?

The word friend takes a very different meaning.. people come to you if they have some work from you.. The thought of long lasting friendship which one used to have in days of graduation change totally. Friendship remains on the basis of assignments and projects..

Students make assignments as a cloth mill churns out cloth.. they go brain dead.. (Zombies)

People who hate others are made to work in a team with them.. and bond like gel sticks to hair..

Some free riders get in the team as well who take credit of all the good work done by one person.. and in some teams people divide work according to whatever skills they have and survive this war of grade points..

In this grade point war people die.. (I mean not literally), or they are crucified..

The toppers of the class who satisfy their big inflated ego are the one responsible for the crucification of miserable ones..

People become sadist to their inner core. They derive fun out of misery of others. Any pain which they cause to others adds another feather to their hat of wounds inflicted upon others.

The placement seasons begins, and another battle starts in this MBA war.. people slit throats of others.. Everyone wants to get over the head of other.. at this point of time they forget the laws of demand and supply studied in Economics, Organizational behaviour etiquettes, and even the way to talk which they start learning from Kindergarten school...

Finally, everything finishes.. MBA curriculum ends. students realise that two years just flew.. They introspect what they have lost in life.. an opportunity to make many friends, an opportunity to do some things [cricket, soccer and bad activities [you know what i mean :) ]] which they may never be able to do later in their life.

Few lines i like to sing out loud

ek naar naveli badi albeli kare atkhli , uski badi hai dhoom hai aisi , manbhavan sab dekhe usko, palat palat aur ghoom ghoom, 

Who nagar nagar jaaye dagar dagar aur ang ang main jyoti chamke jagar jagar sundar bala palkon mail liye ek swapn lok, adhron main

Youvan hala pause.ithalti hai balkhati hai tan ka chandan woh jhalak jhalak chalkati hai. woh nain dwar se tan main aake man main jwala jalati hai

Woh chandramukhi hai,pause woh mrignayani hai pause Woh chandramukhi hai, woh mrignayani hai  who roopwati hai who madhumati hai.. 

A story of a dust particle

A dust particle used to stay on ground with no expectations and aspirations. It never looked at moon. One day a brisk wind blew the particle in atmosphere. It moved from one place to another, where ever the wind carried it. It allowed the wind to do whatever it wanted to do. For the first time it saw moon. The particle thought that it is very beautiful and this wind will take it there.



The wind used to come daily and flew the particle. The dust particle now used to stay on the upper layer away from other dust particles and used to wait for the wind. It used to think one day it will reach moon. One day the wind came, the particle flew with wind and wind threw it in a river. The particle now moved with the flow of water. It drowned down the river when the current was not swift losing all hope of ever looking at the moon. The particle met its oblivion wishing the wind never had come. But then it remembers the moments when he saw the moon & flew in air along the wind. Particle lives on wishing one day it will again reach the land, wind will come back and it will fly with the same wind.