We were walking up the hill after dinner at the closest dhaba (in celebration of no impending submission the next morning) and talking about how we’ve gotten comfortable in this place. How an assignment or two don’t stress us out. A test next day is fine, we can begin studying in the evening. We were too used to the DU way of working little in the first sem, therefore we used to flip out if there was something unexpected thrown our way. This was less than 10 days ago.
Today, internship period is too close to still not know where you will intern. The semester has been squeezed because the election commission will be undertaking more important work. Visiting faculty is pouring in like they’ve all been retrenched from their other jobs in one go. Management is suspending the deserving and the So-Not-Deserving people for a period long enough to fuck up their mandatory attendance levels. Previous semester’s results have anyway fucked the happiness quotient for many. Submissions and assessments are floating like there really will be no tomorrow. The machines are being churned non-stop, round the clock, with no oil. Private investment needs time which we don’t have anymore. The lonely factor is creeping in for most (yes, we find time for that). You hesitate to knock on a door in the hostel lest you’d end up seeing people in a state you want to avoid – for the sake of some mental pressure; more importantly, for those people are family here and it’s not nice to see them miserable. Relationships are going for a toss and nobody knows what to do. Hyperventilation comes easy to some of us. We can’t put that in self SWOTs but it does end up leading to inability to begin work with a cool head.
There’s pressure to say, ‘life sucks’, and I decide to not succumb to this at least. Other things… I can’t comment.
Today, internship period is too close to still not know where you will intern. The semester has been squeezed because the election commission will be undertaking more important work. Visiting faculty is pouring in like they’ve all been retrenched from their other jobs in one go. Management is suspending the deserving and the So-Not-Deserving people for a period long enough to fuck up their mandatory attendance levels. Previous semester’s results have anyway fucked the happiness quotient for many. Submissions and assessments are floating like there really will be no tomorrow. The machines are being churned non-stop, round the clock, with no oil. Private investment needs time which we don’t have anymore. The lonely factor is creeping in for most (yes, we find time for that). You hesitate to knock on a door in the hostel lest you’d end up seeing people in a state you want to avoid – for the sake of some mental pressure; more importantly, for those people are family here and it’s not nice to see them miserable. Relationships are going for a toss and nobody knows what to do. Hyperventilation comes easy to some of us. We can’t put that in self SWOTs but it does end up leading to inability to begin work with a cool head.
There’s pressure to say, ‘life sucks’, and I decide to not succumb to this at least. Other things… I can’t comment.
After the not so festive Holi thanks to Kotler, and a couple of weeks after that, I will give you insights from a retrospective point of view. Till then, bear with the asthmatic “aches and pains of an MBA student”. 🙂
Tada!
Fuchsia 