What I learnt and other blahs!

As the curtains draw to close on my MBA education, I have been trying to sum up what I have learnt in this two years.

I have learnt

- That qualifying for MBA education does not make me an MBA professional

- That acquiring an MBA degree also may not make me a management professional

- That everyone who has come here has come here with the same confidence

- That the run for money makes everyone suspect everyone

- That it does not matter in MBA how many friends you make but how many enemies you avoid making

- That being alone is not being lonely

- That inspite of two years of training you may be the same as you were or even worse, if you want it to be that way

- That however, if you keep your eyes and ears open, learning is everywhere

- That ambition is the basic requirement to success and money is the least measurement of success

- That grades finally do NOT matter

- That the world I am facing has gender bias and I might as well learn to ignore it if I have to succeed in my own way, than trying to fight the bias

- That hardwork alone doesn’t matter, learning to take credit matters a lot more

- That being cynical may not be bad always

Though on a glance it may all look like negative learning, I have learnt a lot of good things and to avoid some mistakes I have so far gotten away with.

I have no regrets. I have gained lot of people whose memories I will keep forever. I have fallen and been humbled and been praised and learnt that all of it may not be for real.

All that matters is the confidence with which I take on the new step. Here I am! and world, Here I come!

A Poem For the Batch of 2009

Sing a song of six pence
A pocket full of rye
Two and sixty students
Waiting for job time

When the jobs were offered
The kids began to sing
Isn’t that a dainty dream
At this sober beginning?

CEO was in his cabin
Counting all his money
The HR in her cubicle
Finding our mails so funny

Boys were in the* corridor
Hanging by the thread
Down came the recession
And cut off our head!

*(changed to avoid institute name and liabilities)

Future of my past and past of my future…

The winds blew westward and cold air wrapped me like a blanket. Late in the night, I walk towards hostel, grumbling about late night team meetings. At the turning near CCD, I felt someone was just behind me, closely watching and following.
I turned back and found myself. It was me, two years ago, fresh out of college, into the company.