The MBA Life.

 That was the second month of my MBA tenure. And I already belonged to the misfit category in my class, not that I was finding the subjects unusual but certainly the decorum. It’s highly unlikely for an advertising freak to make it to a fully formal, etiquette bound world of corporate culture. By the way I was a copy writer; I got salary for exaggerating dormant facts and subtle realities through captivating captions and path breaking ideas (that’s an exaggeration again). My job demands creativity, out of the box thinking and my increments has a lot to do with my consistent psyched performance throughout the year. 

That’s advertising; you are paid to fantasize sanitary napkins even when you are a man.

MBA world was a total contrast to my work settings. I had to ask permission if I had to pee. There were leave forms, stringent academic assessment patterns and of course nerd, cranky but never the less resourceful professors. I hardly visited library, and never bothered about my presentations or the grades. For me the only comforts were in visiting the delectable premises of canteen, which offered me the grandeur to hog like a pig without bothering about the consequential bills. I am sure I can talk about my canteen menu authentically than speaking on Indian economy or financial accounting. I remained simple, clear and focused when it comes to ordering food through out my post graduation. It had to be chicken in any form, Chappathy if you are lucky if not suffice with Porotta. And wind up with a customary mug of cold coffee. 

By this time I had been x-rayed relentlessly by my Malayali peers, few found me geek, reserved and humble. While a few thought I am the dark horse kind, deliberately playing subtle. I don’t blame them as one of my professors habitually quotes “I was being carefully careless”.

For me MBA was all about ‘two years of academics, few months of studying, fewer days of exams and a revived get back to advertising’. I knew my don’ts precisely than my dos. “I am not here for friendship, politics, and academic excellence” I am just here to realize my father’s dream of seeing me as an MBA holder, nothing else.

Little did I know that in these two years I would do what I had never planned in my life.

‘Falling in love’

A Black & White Past.

I have been repeatedly reminded by many people that everyone in this world is born with a purpose. A reason that leads one through life’s ups and downs, through many tears and countless smiles. Farhan Akhtar had described this beautifully in the bollywood flick Lakshya. I still remember the goose bumps I had when Preity Zinta pouted wisdom to Hrithik Roshan to have Lakshya in life. She was brilliant and freaky hot in those Barkha Dutt hair do, uffff!!!.

The movie made me realize what I was missing in my life. That evening I had one full Chicken biriyani followed by a plate of Kothu Porotta and fresh lime juice making me think hard why am I born. There must be some Lakshya you know, some unknown significant reason like a previous birth unfulfilled mission or some crap like that. May be I am too exaggerating, but then I got to know the purpose of my existence. I can’t live all my life pondering over biriyanis, kebabs, colas and women. I got to be ready for what I am destined to. Lakshya is the word.

Actually speaking I have had such thoughts many times before in life. In fact every time I did a maths sum and got caned by Lucy Miss in 10th standard, I have asked this question to myself. It’s not that I haven’t felt the need for a goal in my life. The goals I found were momentary, they lacked a severe instinct, a cringing desire that could me over and put me on a firm mission.

Years went by and nothing worth mentioning happened in my life.

I passed board exams , flunked engineering entrances, got rejected by umpteen colleges , had practically zero hunk life, finally did graduation, got a job, got fired, made it to advertising and suddenly my life changed.

I decided to quit my job and do MBA...