Hi people, today I am going to tell you that what an MBA means.The title of todays composition is the moral, summary,conclusion and every other thing that it can be. How often does it happen? Not many a times I think!!! Anyways so here it goes

I came here (IIML) on the 18th of October in the year of our lord 2008. It was the lords year or the devils is yet to be decided.However for all practical purposes we shall consider it to be the year of our lord. After all we are all good human beings with great intents (Is that a joke!!!). Anyways the first day was like wow what an amazing place.Great campus, good food and all. What the heck I thought. Afterall this was what I wanted after living like a sea dog for nearly 7 years. Trust me somehow or the other I always sailed to hitherto unknown places. Unknown as in to normal people. Has someone heard of "mayabunder". I have. I do not want to take the credit for it any how. The navy of the weird and the queer gave me the chance to feast my eyes on the lavish paradise of nothing and at no where. That life was something I readily bartered for my present day position. But "our lord" has his own games to play. I did not know of it till on the 20th of October I met the guys in my class. All of them were men and women in uniform or recently out of it, or so it seemed. Every one was starry eyed, dreams in their heads, wishes in their heart, hopes to live up to and ambitions that could have belittled Alexander the great or looking at these people i would say Alexander "the not so great". Come on guys after all what did he do? Conquered the world? thats it? Let me tell you the people here are capable of doing that twice over. Some of them might even become "masters of the Universe" with a subtle difference of being "Skeletors" rather than "he/she-men/woman". But each of them I later realised could become a he/she-women/men". This is probably what most of these guys and women are.

Anyways there were 65 of these starry eyed duds in the class and in came the programme director. He seemed to be a great guy with a lot of besmirked look on his face and his words did little to hide it as well. like every other normal person he seemed to think that people from defence are good at their jobs only.Meaning they are useless else where. Infact the very fact that we cleared the "DGR" exam rather than CAT to come here was a matter of concern for him. However the inevitable had happened and the great band of brigands was here. All that the poor man could do was to welcome us and invite anarchy '08 along with us. Let me tell you guys that its very easy for the pongos/the sailors and the eagle warriors to create anarchy. After all they have lived in anarchy all their lives. So whatever. So here we are being welcomed and all and taken for tea and all and so the day was over. No subjective education the first day. Only instruction on "how not to create trouble", on "how to live like normal human beings" and on"the many ways of getting thrown out of this place". So with all this knowledge we came back wishes in our prayers, dream in our.....blah blah blah.

Day 2 and everafter

The second day had arrived no sooner than the first passed and again the "band of warriors" made themselves available at the designated class room. This place, as in the classroom is a big hall kind of a place with long tables and great couch like chairs arranged in step orderly manner. Not that it matters but yet it seemed to be a big change from the dinghy wardroom or the office set ups that these people are used to. For that matter I would not even know if those that come from god forsaken places like kashmir and all even have an office. So this class is like a big change that seemed to augur well for our future. This fallacy was to be shattered in the days to come. About the same time we came to know that Lehman brothers had closed shop and the wall street was burning. Our very own BSE was like crawling and the market was bracing itself for a major recession. This was purely coincidental or timed with precision is known only to our maker. So here were "we" who had come to prepare for a corporate life and it seemed as if the corporate world was actually preparing to lock us out for good. So much for the first few days. The smog of liquidity crisis still hangs over. The corporate sector seems blinded by the sudden flashes of devastation which has left thousands jobless. Not that I am really bothered about it but again if one looks at it then it is worth noticing that the moment we leave this place we will face these jobless people in the corporate world and its going to be like WW III. So I just hope that these IIM guys pack us up with enough ammo to last us and make us emerge as victors

That again was digressing, but its something that cannot be helped. Think of it, its like the web of our lives where every thing is related to every other thing. Its like an microcosm in a macrocosm or even the other way. I really don't know as to where we are going. Although the impetus has been to do the right and become better people socially, economically, and all other wise yet what happens is something that is unknown to us. Its like sitting on a boat paddling to get to the other side and yet not knowing the outcome because may be the streams too fast or may be too slow, or may be even that we are waddling on a river thats gone dry and has only sand and no water and we continue to waddle in the mirage, or even plain simply there might not be any other side. Spiritual stuff yes but is there any other respite or more sanely lets just think or ask if there is any other way to seek an answer. Is that why the metaphysical holds the lure of salvation when practicality suggests that there is no such alternative.

I would like at this point divert from my wonky ideating brain and turn my attention to our days further into the course. Its late at night and the speaker is wailing out the rumble of "zara si dil mein jagah tu" from the motion picture "Race" and I aqua scorpion deal with the wonder that is life. The cloud of smoke hangs over me as I sit here drunk in my own thoughts wishing fervently that hope prevails. What will happen is "que sera sera" but still