Well the first module started on a really interesting note for everyone of us. NITIE is one of the most awesome place to do an MBA from. They don’t call it “God’s Own Campus” just for the name sake. You need to come here to find out the reason. And for people like me, who are in pure love with the rain, this is nothing less than a heaven on Earth. Well I made it through the committee interviews and made it to “THE” committee of NITIE … Team IMPACT … Well this committee has the same effect on everyone as the name suggests. I really wanted to be a part of the same and here I am. No wonder I am so ecstatic. Well the updates on IMPACT later on. Let us focus on something interesting that has been happening with me of late.

Lady Luck has been shining way too often on me for my comfort. Two incidents in three days have literally forced me to realize that it’s no more engineering and it’s no more RKGIT. Things don’t work out the same way it used to in B.Tech. Things haven’t really changed for me until the day before yesterday. Same last row occupancy. Coming late to the class. High dependance on Mr. Google for the mid term tests. Partying on every other occasion (used to create occasion just for the sake of partying).

So it all started day before yesterday in the Industrial Engineering test. I, as usual, was late and strategically placed a chair in the last row as soon as I came in ( the row which was unusually full on the same day .. Courtesy the mid term test ). Just when I started the paper and thought that I have also sneaked in by placing a chair in the first row, there came an announcement. “Students who are not finding it comfortable sitting in the last row can come in the first row and give their test”. The gaze of the professor unmistakeably fixed upon my face. I could not think of any excuse ( Seriously what excuse could have I formed … “Sir I am very comfortable sitting here in hodge podge on this broken chair” … Prof would have replied,”Boy I am very comfortable putting your answer sheet aside and giving you an F Grade”). Well I got up and moved to the first row, which was almost empty except for a few seats, the occupants of whom were looking as disappointed by their fate as I was. The interesting part. There were so many seats empty in the first row but I don’t know what was going through my mind that I went straight and got myself seated in the seat just opposite to the professor’s desk. May be I was in too much of a shock to think of anything at that time. The next one and a half hours a lot less depressing, courtesy to UPTU, which has at least taught each and every one of its student one thing – How to fill 40 sheets of answer booklet completely and convincingly even when you don’t know anything. And while everyone in the back rows was busy copying from notebooks, mobiles and what nots, I was busy conjuring some cock and bull stories.

I thought that I got unlucky that day and it won’t carry forward in the assignments and tests that were to follow. But you can never predict anything could you. The Google and The Wikipedia which has always came to my rescue, too betrayed me in the Stats test. I somehow managed to cruise through that test too ( which was an open book test ). Luckily I liked this subject quite a bit and the concentration that I spared in the classes of Stats came to my rescue where the Online Gurus failed. Just when I thought that it couldn’t go any worse, tragedy struck today, once again.

We were supposed to give a presentation on our assignment today. The presentation was scheduled in the morning, but just when my group was queued in next, professor decided to postpone the presentation to the afternoon ( By afternoon he meant 6:30 PM) … Well my group worked really hard for the assignment, while I just sat there as an observer, praising them for the commendable effort they put in for this project. They kept playing all the while with .doc, .ppt and .xls, while I was either involved with my lappy, my I-Pod or my favorite things – sleep. So all I needed to do was to accompany them to the presentation where I was supposed to take the back seat when one of the guys presented it before the class. So when I entered the classroom ( as usual late ) in the evening, I found my group standing near the screen ready for the presentation. As soon as they saw me, they shouted my name in an unison ( I still can’t decide whether they did it coz of happiness, relief, anger or sheer disgust?? ). As soon as I reached there, the professor asked for my roll no to mark my attendance. Filled with glee and pride I replied,”191, Sir…” . And as soon as I turned, there came this horrifying announcement. Professor called out,” So Roll 191 would present this solution in front of the class now”. Trust me the shock and disappointment that was on my face was nothing as compared to what was on my group member’s face.

Well even though things didn’t work out the way I wanted them to, I still managed to do relatively well in each of them ( even in the presentation, which was like giving an impromptu on something as technical as Industrial Engineering ). Nonetheless, all these events were particularly exciting and even if I get a chance I wouldn’t go back and change these events. These were few awesome learning experiences for me. And suddenly I have realized that this is no more an engineering college. I have moved on to a B-School. And what an awesome B-School this is. The place we all know as “NITIE”.

It was this very time of the year … The year was 2007 … B.Tech 1st semester … My attendance was just next to the optimum … I had scored heavily in the sessionals … My assignments were as good as it could have possible been … Yet I was anxious … Yet I was apprehensive … Yet I was skeptical about my internal marks …

And 3 years later … right now as I sit at my desk writing this blog … I have less than 15 percent of attendance this semester , to support my cause … Neither have I created an awesome impression in front of the faculty members … Bunking the final internal viva didn’t help either … My name being listed in the defaulters’ list , one of the “Mr. I know it all” faculty has already announced a mind boggling zero out of twenty for few of us … Plus I have almost forgot what the word “assignment” exactly mean …

But still .. I don’t give a damn about how many marks they are going to give me … I really wish to check if the guy does rate us zero … I really wish to see how low can I really go in terms of internals …

After a successful R and D analysis , I have come out with a few interesting facts supporting this acute transition … When I entered this thing called B.Tech , I was under the illusion that marks are something that represents the only parameter to rate your knowledge ( Don’t blame me for this … This is what we are taught in 10+2 in our schools ) … Don’t worry .. I am not going gaga about our education system once again … Have already done that a zillion number of times .. … But with time many of us realized that this is not something which is going to be the key factor in the long run … And for the few unlucky ones who still date the books 24 x 7 … I feel really very very sorry ( No offence intended ) …

Another reason for my abnormal behavior in the first semester was the fact that I desperately needed a branch change … Computer Science was the thing I aimed at , all the way … And did I achieve the same .. Yes I surely did … And with time I knew how lucky I was to jump from Electronics to Computers … Not because the amateur hacker who used to hack orkut accounts for some time pass was turning into a professional hacker … Not because the budding web designer was becoming the next big thing … With time I found out that the course I was pursuing ( UPTU + CSE ) was the perfect platform for any kind of preparation … Minimum input , maximum output …

Pre semester exams have commenced from today … I have already bunked today’s exam … The only thing that is crossing my mind every now and then is FMS ( and not the semesters or pre semesters …  accompanied by one or two trivial matters that maintain a permanent residence in a corner of my brain   ) , which is scheduled to be held on sunday …

And here I am .. sitting at my work desk writing this blog .. looking back at the way things were .. and the transition it has undergone to come to this .. And I am sure that the things will further change when I start with my MBA or PGDM or whatever it might be … in which direction , I can’t predict as of now .. Because I have learnt that the one thing that never changes … is the change itself …

“The students of RKGIT are hereby informed that the third sessionals are compulsory for everyone . Absence in these sessionals will show up adversely in the internal marks (Teacher’s Assessment) ….. SIgned : Dean”

There is a very fine margin between advice and threat when it comes to my college management . All this while they were found saying things like “This sessional is for your own good”…”This is will prepare you for your exams”…“After writing this sessional you will turn into Cindrella” … and suddenly one day they sprung up with this notice.

Imagine a common man , returning to the hostel with a reservation ticket in his hand , conjuring all sorts of plans of packing and never coming back , who suddenly confronts this notice . Won’t will he be shocked , disappointed , petrified , blood thirsty and furious . Obviously he will be .

Only a day back this common man was found mocking all other common men who missed their earlier sessionals and were bound to appear in this one . And now where did he stand ??? Nowhere but on the same stage where the mocking will continue ,  he being the subject this time . 

And as if this was not enough . The next day , a postman , clown , bookworm , teacher’s butter boy , a common studious man was found rushing towards our room with two sheets in his hand . The sheets which looked ordinary and harmless from a distance turned into monstrous pieces of life sucking documents when looked from close . They were one of those  most dreaded assignments , and icing on cake , we were supposed to complete and submit “in person” . According to the yet another verdict , defaulters were supposed to be penalised with low internal marks .

Even if you commit one murder or two , the punishment will still be the same . And whenever such a situation occurs , when you got to choose from these two sets : …….. {studies , exams , assignments } and {bunks , go and get some life , **** exams , here I am coming , Home !!! } ….. the latter always holds the priority and the best argument that stand in favor of the latter is that “Books , studies and exams are only “Moh – Maayas”" …. you just got to remind your stupid heart that ” All izz well .. All izz well ” … even if it is not well , not by miles …… 

P.S. Currently I am blogging from my desktop , which obviously implies that I am home … Yayyyy !!! … and I am bunking my sessionals … and my parents thinks I am back on pre semester preparation leave (though they grew suspicious when I told them I haven’t brought any book and preparation leave isn’t made for studying but for relaxation of our much stressed cerebrum )

P.P.S. Though I sound so brave , I am not . I have started my quest for a medical certificate . Wish me luck .  :devil:

P.P.P.S. I have interviewed recently by this site called Speak Bindas . Read my interview HERE .