Thursday, May 31, 2007

Exams galore

Was speaking to a friend day before and he requested me to blog about life at ISB. People outside here are so curious to learn what goes on inside. as if we are guinea pigs being expiremented upon:) Not that I am complaining, I am still blogging right. Well, time has flown past like it always does. I never realised when two years in Greece ended, and this is a one year, jam packed MBA course. While we bid adieu to all the professors we have known for such a short period, and realised the term has ended, simultaneously, all brains were estimating, how much more do I need to put in for Statistics. Will I manage to make a B in economics? And the more ambitious amongst us, I am already within the A+ bracket, how much more do oil do I need to burn. Come exams and the popular hotspots change from CCDay to the library. People start talking in hushed voices on the phone, the rush for study rooms increases. 2 in the morning becomes the normal time to go for a walk. and you see lights on till 4. So much to do in so little time. The pressure is immense. And its not only studies. There were the elections today. The ISB Radio has started. Club meetings are happening. So much and so much more. I wonder if a guinea pig would have survived. Well, we are...So on that note, till the exams....Signing off .
RJ Madhur

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Its 1 in the night...

...and I am wide awake. As my friends keep asking me how many hours I am averaging in sleep every night, I keep getting more anxious. My beauty sleep is something I am going to hate missing out on. The process has started already. For someone who would remain grumpy if she had anything less than 8 hours of sleep, I am learning to manage beautifully in 6. And I am told it gets much worse. 4 would be an ideal number, and thats my target. Anything less and I would collapse.
The first assignments have been turned in and the grades are out. Its a common occurence to see people working around the campus till late in the night, discussing, analysing, rediscussing, re-analysing. It doesnt get tougher than this. Arriving at a consensus in your group of 4 or 5. All bright people, raring to make their mark, all achievers in their own right. And all striving to become tomorrow's leaders. Pre- reads before the class starts, post-reads to understand what the prof really meant. Read ups, study group sessions, meetings, all in an effort to understand where we are heading with these subjects. Yet floundering. Getting used to burning the midnight oil all over again. While wondering why we are really here.....
One year is too short..or too long/????////
I wonder which one it is going to be......

Thursday, May 3, 2007

A new poem

A new day, a new dawn
a new muse, a new path
Far from the crowd, yet a part
Not the best, yet striving to be
flowing with the river, yet fighting the current
Swept away, holding on to a log
How long though is the question
How well though matters the answer
What to achieve, what to choose
a beautiful life, a better hope
a higher need, a lower aim
the best days, the worst times