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Two years of MBA life just flies. I mean
honestly how quickly things move on. It really is a RUSH and so life changing
for so many people.(Yeah, I was watching MTV Rush: loved it).
48 hours of a fest lived in 12 different
ways for 12 different people. Point is I wana see all of them together. Anyone
knows anything about it?
Think first year. A few ultra-courageous
take the dare to show their talent the moment they step in as if they had been
planning for this moment from the rest of their lives. You get fresh faces
attempting to woo the audience and create an image right from the beginning.
Some would definitely jump into the Ms.Fresher, Mr.Personality, MsMaverick
types. That reminds me, I had kind of thought maverick means ‘intelligent’. But
you know, its more or less the same. The majority however pretends like they
enjoy the whole event the most, taking lovely snaps for their great investments
for the day, attending the cultural and eating. DJ could be the best attraction
of a freshers party, actually where in the real sense of the word, the crowd
participates whole-heartedly. I mean nearly everybody. Some confident moves in
the dark, some still lost, whishing they had just not come, some wishing to
dance with some and not getting those ‘some’. And some, who still kind of chose
to just sit back and look at the ‘some’ enjoying ones or to browse in their rooms
pretending they had a lot of other important stuff to do that commands their
time. You know, rockstars generally don’t have time for all this little
affairs..;)
Internship on your head before you could
even finish the hangover of the last paper. Joining and work. Lots of practical
insights and gasps. Back to college and before you know it , its time to
welcome your juniors. Whoa!, wait. Wasn’t it just a month ago, that you were
the fresher? Umm…yeah. Maybe not.
And yeah, you curse the anti-ragging
affidavit. (Just kidding). Millions of hopes for the single guys and millions
of ‘Oh shucks!” for single women. You suddenly wonder how fast the world is
moving. Things you learnt just now, that you really have to read the pink, the
companies that are coming and oh, yeah ofcourse the ordeal of choosing your
specializations and the papers from amongst a host of options in just one day,
are all prime concerns for just entered first years.
If you first year was tough, God just
decided to prove you wrong. Second year is more like a game. One at which first
you need to remember all your papers and their schedules that change everyday
and the room numbers or you simply decided to go a little early and ask your
co-friends in the paper on the way, “Which room, yaar?”
No, the latter often never happens, cuz
coming early is just not…………….yeah, you got it..
You don’t get time for breakfasts or
lunch and before you know it dinner time’s over. The only time you ever get is
spent in the most noble and divine way no matter how much you plan for it, it
always goes sleeping! Before you know it, it’s time for the fest. Someone’s
doing something. And you wonder, what’s gonna be my part in it, if so…given the
chance to enter the mix if you earlier hadn’t jumped in the well. Before its
over, and between the rush to pre-placement classes, its time for placement and
you are as clueless as you were wishing you had had some time to revise first
year concepts as they are the ones that are asked, they say.
Well, I have kind of ranted a lot. So here’s
me signing off!
I am trying feed burner alternatives. Get your own 👉
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