PGP-1ce (Into the 2nd year of MBA)

19th march 2010 marked a year with MICA. And unsurprisingly, I m writing a blog when I am supposed to submit an end term assignment, and supposed to study for end terms for subjects, I don’t even know what their acronyms stand for. Well as my friend ajantha says there is much more to good and bad than just right and wrong. MICA, I don’t know how it has helped me become a manager, maybe I will know when I pass out, But yeah MICA made me realise that to be humankind I have to be both. MICA is the only place which makes us or at least made me realise that dreams are worth pursuing because its not my paycheck which will be mentioned alongside my name but my work. MICA is not just another B-School. MICAns are not just another B-students. I have had my offs and ons with almost each and everyone but at the end of year when I look back it is they who made mica what it has been. There are a number of names to be mentioned and I m quite lazy now so lets spare it now. Whoever said birds of the same feather flock together mustn’t have met us or even imagined that we might exist. Right now I have in my room a guy who has off late entered into a relationship, another one whose proposal was turned down( well almost all come under this category), a guy who trips on almost everything, another one who sees exploitation of poor people even if u give them ten coins instead of a 10 rupee note cuz he thinks we are forcing them to carry more weight.
Classes at mica have helped me learn but more learning has been outside the class. Sessions at chhota or even in my room, nights on the Vodafone tower are a few instances. I haven’t learnt much but I have unlearnt a lot. I have unlearnt religion, materialism, perceptions and similar things in that league. A lesson well unlearnt? Well that’s upto you to decide.
There is too much to write. You can rarely put an year into the ear. It was a time worth experiencing and saying much about it actually takes away from what I have felt at mica.
And that’s the difference, You feel yourself at mica and most of the times it’s the part of you, you never thought existed, guides your course in life. Looking back I will say “ an engineer dies, a human lives. Fair deal”
Warning—This feeling is subject to proper conditions. End results may vary from user to user. All the stunts have been performed by MICAns please do not try this in any other B-School.
Before leaving I put a few comparisons of before and after. U decide …
# Before Coming to MICA

# After Coming to MICA

# A man is know by the company he keeps
# A man is known by the company he ships
(Thanks to BM)

# As you sow, so you shall reap
# As you show, so you shall reap
( TRP ratings are a way of life @ MICA)

# Absence makes heart grow fonder
# Absynth makes heart grow fonder
(Dry State you see)

# While in Rome, Do as romans do
# While in Room, do as Roomies do
( Room Number 4. Period)

# Beauty is only skin deep
# Beauty is only skin deep
(Applies here too :)

# Curiosity killed the cat
# Killed by the curiosity of the cat
( Isnt that straight on the face?)

# Better to light candle than curse darkness
# Better to use lan than to curse wireless
(Wireless gets to your nerve sometimes, but then
there are always second “LANs”)

# Beauty lies in beholder’s eyes
# Beauty lies to beholders’ eyes
(A common feeling in Palaash, Gauravs not included)

# Empty vessels sound much
# Empty damsels sound much
( General feeling at Palaash, Gauravs included)

# An idle mind is a devil’s workshop
# An idle mind is a beatle’s workshop
(Music @MICA is music @ mica)

# If anything can go wrong, it probably will
# If anything can go wrong, it probably has
(Tats why we are at mica, but once u are here
nothing goes wrong)

# A rolling stone gathers no moss
# A rolling stoned gathers no chaos
(Love, Peace and Happiness)

# Money doesn't grow on trees.
# Money doesn't grow on trees.
(U have the SBI bopal branch)

# Fact is stronger than fiction
# Pfaff is stronger than fiction
(My personal favourite, sooner u learn better it is)

# In the kingdom of the blind the one
eyed man is the king

# In the kingdom of the blind the one eyed man is the visionary
(You know the thing about pfaff?, its contagious)

We'd shall overcome

My head goes down
The neck is relieved
Everything is slow now
Only thoughts have speed
Eyes go small
Vision is blurred
I see things better now
Isn’t that absurd
Colors become distinct
Irregularities unfold
I see minute details
Thin lines become bold
Words wander without aim
Love hovers around
Everything seems simple
Even altruism is no more profound
Guitar talks to my ears
Drums echo my beat
With music in my soul
I feel complete
My muscles relax
I reach equilibrium
I can feel my nerves
Down till angstroms
I feel light
I feel bright
I might be none to you
But then its okay, its alright

Ajanta!!!

There was a guy
His parents called him akshay
I don’t know who he was born
What expressions he had worn
I don’t know who he was in school
A genius or a fool
I don’t know who he was in college
Porter or the baggage
He grew up just fine
All human nothing divine
He calls a spade a spade
And comes first to your aid
He rolls a good joint
But that’s not the point
He can keep you high
Even when Scotland goes dry
Nothing about him is right
He has nothing in him finite
He had ideas that could change the world
All those ideas away he hurled
He could have become another newton
But for him eating apple was more fun
He could have invented the wheel
But he chose not to kneel
He could have been crucified
But he chose to put divinity aside
He could have written the Quran
But he chose to remain calm.
He could have read the Vedas
But chose to work with Vyas