It’s almost hard to believe that
it’s been two months at ISB already. And really, what a roller coaster this is. As an alum
rightly pointed out in a session yesterday – one won’t necessarily miss these
days in the time to come. An MBA at ISB is ‘highway to hell’ – he rightly said.
But then, the eventfulness of the
last months is hard to ignore. It’s like I squeeze out the eventfulness in the
last four years of my life, it’ll probably be equal to the eventfulness I’ve
squeezed in the last two months. Shit happens – and then it sorts itself out.
By the end of it you’re all stressed and you’d like to burn the burn-out so you
party like crazy. That pretty much sums it up.
Honestly speaking, in the first
two weeks, I felt my natural self won’t even last in this place. There’s just
so much going on around you all the time – and you tend to find yourself around
so many great people that it’s almost impossible to be your own un-interesting
self. But then like interest rates come down in a growing economy – people’s
guard of pretentiousness comes down in a fast paced MBA. And then you feel you’re
more like everybody – than you thought you were.
Not to say that there aren’t any
jerks in your personal life. But then a few phone calls here and there – and you’re
sorted. The funny thing is that there isn’t an iota (imaginary) second
available to think about it. May be I spent the last four years thinking what I’ll
do in life. And maybe I’ll spend this year doing things without thinking them
through.
Also, I think I’m becoming more and
more Punjabi everyday. Not something I’m terribly proud of. At the risk of exposing my bad taste in music, this one's on the jukebox.
