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Episode 2....Once upon a time in  Shimla..

 

Life now is a run for money, power, fame and a few unachievable targets; earlier it was completely different… life during the two years of my MBA.

It was about bunking classes, fully faltoo presentations, non-stop leg pulling sessions, cut-copy-paste assignments, screwed up attendance and crisis management on a night before exams with Xeroxed notes. It was also about relishing paranthas at dhabas as well as coffees in swanky cafés, walking dates at thandi sadak, gedi’s at mall, long and short drives, late night cocktail parties and an all India trip to remember.

There was a love story that started on cloud number 9 and ended as the cold November rain, some small fights and some memorable idiotic moments. For most of the people, MBA is Masters of Business Administration, but for me it was, Mera Bachpan Aagaya!

I’m driving back the memory lane…26th July -my first day of MBA at IBS (Imperial Business School), Shimla. It was a big day, as I was back to being a student after screwing up my job, maiden business venture and CAT. For the very first time in my life I was on time. We were supposed to assemble at the college auditorium at sharp 10 am, and I could see the majority of fresher’s on time. Anxious souls were waiting for the professors for the induction and the formal welcome marking the beginning of the two year MBA journey. Every eye was looking around inquisitively seeking new faces. I knew it that it is the time to make new friends and witness some love stories.

“Now, let me find my place among the future corporate”, I said to myself. Last row had always been my favourite but sigh they had already been taken. I spotted an empty seat somewhere in the middle and before someone else took it I jumped like a ninja to grab the opportunity. The guy sitting next to me had the same expressions on his face like I did. It was the introduction day i.e. getting face to face with some sweet and some sour devils alias, “our seniors”. Within few minutes, groups of devils started invading the auditorium. Almost all the devils were out there, looking good in the formals i.e. a black business suit, sky blue shirt and a bright colored tie with the insignia of IBS.

Top of Form

Bottom of Form

Planning and creativity is the most important element of management today and as being the students of best B-school in the state, our seniors were there with box full of creative plans to rag the innocent helpless juniors. Within no time the devils started up with their plans. So, here it is… our first class… and the most interesting one too - intro sessions or ragging whatever sounds better. Contrary to popular belief, it was total fun. Most of the devils were really cool and professionals in their behaviour and were not a frustrated bunch of people like the one evident in some other professional colleges. In words of Ms Abhilasha one of our seniors – “We at IBS do not rag. It is a PDP that stands for personality development program that helps out every junior to uncap his or her hidden talent. We here stand to help you out and prepare you for the corporate world”. She added. No doubt she was GORGEOUS but after these words she also proved herself as smart and intelligent. Next she began explaining the “Code of Conduct” that every fresher was supposed to follow. According to the instructions whenever any senior enters the class we had to stand and wish them as a token of respect. “Respect, oh yeah… As if they are coming direct from Beijing Olympics with a gold medal” I murmured to myself. Although with their poise and stature, no doubt they all did stand out as a league of extraordinary gentlemen (and women)!

Do not know about anyone else, but for Hemant and me, it was total fun like having a holiday in Goa. Did I introduce Hemant? Well, he is the same guy who was sitting right beside me with the same dazed look on his face like I had. After a brief introduction and fifteen minutes with each other, we knew we’ll hit out pretty well together. Later I’ll give you more info on Hemant. Right now let’s concentrate on the topic. LOL, “concentrate” a thing that I always do at the wrong time and the wrong place. I’m drifting again from the topic. Let’s see where were we? Okay so we were at the intro session. It was fun. The senior girls alias our respected madams were hot, beautiful, gorgeous and all the adjectives that that you can think of. Hemant and I were literally drooling over the eye candies. “Never mind if they are somewhat bossy, they are STUNNING!” was the thought that ran in my mind. Now, as per the tradition seniors called us “jangu” an alias for junior. Every jangu was called on the stage according to the wishes of the seniors. As you all know wishes meant calling up pretty gals first by male seniors and hunks first by the pretty women. After being called up, first one had to bend in a 90 degree posture so as to salute the esteemed senior clan.Top of Form

Bottom of Form

We had to introduce ourselves in shudh Hindi without using a single Angrezi word because a good manager should always be able to act and communicate local even while thinking global. One mistake and we had to start it all over again, and yes, as told by another pretty senior Kashish, we had to raise our hands and repeat the word TRAHIMAAM thrice! As expected, most of us, who had grown up with MTV and F.R.I.E.N.D.S. were bad at that. Like a true Gen Y Indian we have this habit of using HINGLISH rather than pure Hindi or English.  The first jangu was given the task of enacting the role of Ram Dev Baba.Poor guy had to sit on the table doing some really funny yogic exercises. The next convict was asked to perform a Himesh number with hand holding nose and the other a microphone! After refreshing themselves with Himesh Reshamiya songs the seniors thought of enlightening themselves with information about some other professions. So, here it goes, they chose Kartik, a Hotel Management grad. He was asked to describe the recipe for Rajmah, using the tail IN MY PYAJAMAS at the end of each line... LOL, it was funny, “soak rajmah for 5 hours in my pajamas, boil for two hours in my pajamas. So on and so forth. From selling rotten tomatoes to campaigning for Lalu Prasad Yadav, from a photo shoot to advertising for undergarments, I saw it all. Honestly, I must admit that I was in company of some real creative minds.

Things were really getting exciting. I was enjoying the drama just like I enjoy watching a scary movie or American Pie. But all the enjoyment came to a halt. I got too engrossed in enjoying the show that I laughed real loud once. That was it! Silence spread in the room and all the heads turned towards me. “Here you go my boy!” said a voice in me. Before I could calm down my inner voice, my ears stood up to hear a beautiful, yet commanding voice of a lady yelling –“you red t-shirt 6^thbench come down!”Need not to mention it was me. The Devils had a new bakra - Rahul. To my dismay, it’s now my turn to face the Hitler’s army all alone.

Like others I did start out with bending down and join my hands to show my respect towards my seniors, although I had no intentions to do so. I started up with my introduction in pure hindi, but I discovered that my Hindi teacher at school was hundred percent right “shudh hindi aapke liye kisi videshi bhasha se kam nahi hai”. After 5 unsuccessful attempts and with the help of some good people, I turned the impossible into possible. “Yes! Yes! Yes”.

Well the devils want more fun so Ms.Ally the unopposed sweety pie between the devils asked me to name and identify 10 seniors. I began, with her name, 2^nd kashish ma’am, 3^rd Aashima ma’am, 4^thAvantika ma’am…” at this I was interrupted in my dedicated work by a heavy commanding voice “ki gal hai kake, sari ladkiya? Male human species nazar nahi aayi kya? No more girls!” It’s only the names of the beautiful lady seniors that I was able to memorize since I was never interested in their brothers…LOL! So here my brain started cooking and I thought of using some of the most popular Indian names. I started with Sachin (as it is one of the most common names). I thought it had hit the bull’s eye and no one even asked me to go and identify Mr. Sachin.  Next I knew that my name was the most common name in the country. So with a soft voice I said “Rahul sir”. Everybody in the seniors fraternity started searching for Mr. Rahul, later I came to know they are not having Mr.Rahul as well as Mr. Sachin in the Team. Finally after some good fun I was directed to make a move to the college office, to get the list of all seniors and to memorize the name of every male in the senior’s fraternity by heart, as it was my assignment of MBA… meri MBA matlab, Mera Bachpan Aagaya.

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