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!!
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