WAKE UP ITS MONDAY EVRYDAY

What follows is a typical day in SCMHRD narrated as it happens…

rrrrnnnnnnngggg….
I got up at an ungodly6oclock sneezed, groaned, stretched, wore my sweatshirt brushed my teeth, splashed water on my face and took off for the meditation hall [for the uninitiated we do yoga every morning as a part of our curriculum]…At about 7 after going through an introspective hour of silence, a whirl of turbulent thoughts (the next FCQ, MR assignment deadline, the Social project errand) and a whiff of sleep I gathered my wits and promised to make the day a success.

What follows is the daily routine:
From 7.30 to 8.55- Read the newspaper, eat breakfast.. ..blare loud music and run for the first lecture ( hoping to make it on time)
I personally feel that the best learning one gets from his/her MBA is to cope with the maddening schedule…finishing an assignment in the last nano second ( incidentally its called AIT following the JIT concept propounded by Toyota AIT-“Almost in Time”) ..Sitting for a surprise test … being asked to give a presentation on a topic you conveniently forgot to make note off …nothing surprises you anymore
The Houdini trick played on us daily is how the day turns to evening at a blink of an eye...time flies…before we realize its 6 in the evening…. 5 lectures breeze by without a groan or squeal from us (umm from most of us – I am being politically correct) but if this gives the reader the impression that life’s all hunky dory after 6
PAUSE
6 to 9 is assignment time- groups of students flock in the library or access the internet in the computer lab ...the breath of life that reassures us of the sanity in life comes about 9 in the evening ( I hope the reader takes notice of the fact that its 9 in the evening not night)
The 10 to 12 slot gets booked on badgering and animated discussions on a wide array of topics- the whole gamut from Britney Spears latest album to Led Zepplins No Quarter ; from PLC cycle, BCG Matrix in Kotler to dissection of Metamorphosis by KAFKA. The athletic amongst us invest this time of their day in playing Basket ball ; TT; volleyball amongst other sports.

12 to 1 is my retreat.. i crawl into my cocoon and enjoy Pink Floyd with a unfinished book or finish a single CD of the latest movie( single CD viewing with day long intervals between the 2 CDs of the same movie is another offering of MBA education).

The End…what follows is a tired inert lump of carbonaceous bi pedal life form hibernating his laptop and himself...charging the two for the rigors of tomorrow…

Yes life is difficult.. yes I have lost a few kilos ,missed many meals… yes family socializing is what the Soviet saw of the Hippie culture in 1960s; in short zilch…and YES because of this and not in spite of this LIFE’S A WHOLE LOT OF FUN!!

?? Questions not Answers

I am quite sure that i will piss off a lot of people by the end of this blog but what the hell the truth always hurts.
We Indians are pathetic when it comes to sports. All our national teams have time and again proven that we buckle under pressure. (What follows is to be interpretted as being said in one breath -->)Its not that we do not have the talent ;even if i take the pessimistic stand that the Indian gene pool has a mutant RNA/DNA composition on the athletic attribute ; the sheer number of people India holds ( the population of India as at 0:00 hours on 1st March 2001 stood at 1027015247 persons) would statistically provide a significant no of exceptionally athletic citizens which in other countries would translate into great sportsman.
Then what goes wrong in India, discounting politics and power play the Indians should perform better BUT they don’t.
The obvious but hurting truth is that Indian sportsmen/ citizens don’t have the sporting spirit. The aggression and resilience the Australians or Germans show is absent in us Indians. We quit very easily!

WHY ?? I am not an anthropologist so I will not give answers I will just leave yoU with a question to chew on