Thursday, March 28, 2013

After all, it's a small World!!

I think it's perhaps the perfect time for me bid Adieu to my seniors. As year one comes to an end at the B-School, now when I turn my mind to the past to think about my Seniors all I can see are some of the greatest moments in my life these seniors have offered me.

Entering into the hostel atmosphere for the first time in my life, the experience of Seniors started way back when I got selected here. Interacting with them on Social media, about the life that we are going to have and especially about the food. When I stepped into the college also I had a few seniors who were here to complete some of their unfinished business from first year (If you know what I mean!! :P) with whom I spent the entire night speaking and gaining valuable information about few staffs and more importantly about a few seniors itself.. :)

July pirakkum, July pirakkum,                                                       
Juniorukum Seniorukum,                                           
Kalloori vaasal engum ragging nadakkum,                     
Students manam oar nandhavanamey,                          
Roja irukum mullum irukum,
Natpukku ragging kooda vazhi vagukkum.

And this was how I met three of my seniors who were among the few that I spent my entire first year with. However it was not much of a ragging because they could hardly remember even 10% of what happened the previous night. The next big task for us involving the seniors was the selection of buddies(similar to any buddy system). I mention it as a big task because I liked it and it became hard for anyone to accept me as their buddy because of the Great name and the awesome criminal rating that I had among most of the seniors. But then I realized that if you have to have a buddy, then he must be the person with who at least 90% of your characters and ideas must match and if you are lucky you might even like the same brand of liquor&Cigarettes and I became lucky :P, I can tell you we had one hell of a run the entire year.

One thing that I learnt from the one great year I had spent with the seniors is that, they are just not for guidance of studies and for helping you get good jobs. The most important lessons that you learn from your seniors are their own experiences and the legacy that you are entitled to follow when they leave the institution, in remembrance of them which in turn will be done by your juniors once you leave. And here I have, a rich legacy that I must carry forward which I hope I will.

Finally the last phrase :- It's time to bid adieu to all my seniors, the ones that- liked me, made me like them, hated me, made me hate them,the ones who made me respect them, the ones who taught me how to stand up when tough situations arise, how to make people believe when they have given up all hope, and finally the ones with whom I've spent my entire first year with. You've been at all the occasions to make me remember them. I realized how much you guys made my days here when you were gone for four days, the entire institute looked as if it was dead. Finally the time has come, which I've always hated, to bid Adieu.

Hoping to meet you all real soon, After all it's a small world!!!!

Thursday, March 21, 2013

JUST HANG-IN(G) There...

Just hang in there a little more... a little more is what I kept saying to myself most in the past 12 hours ...



1 year is about to get done in my B-school life and I can give you an hell-yeah if you ask me whether it's one heck of a life.. Standing past all the squeezing of the classes with whatever minimum knowledge I gained here(hardly if any!!) mostly about keeping my eyes wide open from soporific lectures and getting to the 8:30 class on time even while I woke up by 8:20. These have been good experiences and learnings to lead life.. :P.. But the recent irony being the Institution testing the knowledge I gained from the past 1 year of academic courses I've been through, is the reason for me to come back here again and write my latest and most enjoyable experience(at-least for you while reading) I had in the recent past.

Leading a typical life at a B-School where you hear from your seniors what are the various ways and means Staffs and profs can carry to make sure you are lost in the sea of confusion and distress, the method that we heard more predominantly was the concept of Viva, where the staffs test your intellectual knowledge and application skills of the conceptual information that you have gained from "the conventional method of making a group of unique goal oriented individuals gather at a common place and give an oral presentation intended to present information about a particular topic mostly used to convey critical information,history,background and equations"- In short classroom lectures. The above three lines where just to give you an overview about the way in which you have to speak in a Viva so that no one understands what S**T you intend to say.

The much awaited Viva was scheduled to happen over two days in a grand manner when individuals shall be invited into a room filled with four legends(certified masters of querying AKA staffs), where even before you realize how happy you are to be in the presence of these learned people, they start tightening the screws into your  brains. In the meanwhile your brain gets tightened and goes into a switch off mode a few minutes after the procedure has begun. I was one of the unfortunate souls(the decision which I changed later) who ended having the morning session of the opening day. The hard work and turmoil began then&there after seeing the mail of the scheduling.

Finally the time came when I had to choose the panel which will conduct the viva for me, for me my luck was with me when I chose the panel - The easiest and not much strict staffs panel is what I got, the panel which was believed to be the soul saver for all of the students who entered in there. But the saddest part was that the lucky charm that was with me until I entered the viva hall took along with it my brain's power to think.. Believing that the panel would be my soul saver I missed what lied in the middle of the word Believe..!!! It all  went well with a brief intro and some chat, then, I realized the fact that I had forgotten my brain just outside the door only when they asked the first question from Marketing..!! And all along the Viva I started saying to myself - Just hang in there.. Just hang in there dude... You will get one question that will turn your day on and finally that question turned out to be "Will that be all??" . If you still won't believe my statements, I can reiterate the last question they asked me "Please, just frame your own question and answer it then leave" When I left the viva hall I again started saying to the dude in myself "Hang in there buddy there is always Viva V2.0" .

And if you in case want to know the reason why I don't believe myself to be the unfortunate soul, just imagine this "You see two movies and writing your new blog post, while your roommates and neighbors are banging their heads hard so that they don't want what happened to you to happen to them 24 hours later, believing BELIEVE in hardwork without knowing the irony in the word Believe".. Kickass isn't it???

For all those who had and are going to have this same experience "Just hang in there buddies, the same way I am hanging here" :D