Friday, October 21, 2011

'Are you a MBA student?' test


You know you are an MBA student when:
  • You groan every time you hear ‘case’ and ‘study’ being uttered in the same breath
  • You start working an hour before the submission deadline but still manage to complete it
  • You stay up studying late at least thrice a week – the rest of the days, you are still up late, but on Facebook
  • Your social interaction is limited to Gtalk, Yahoo, Facebook, MSN...
  • You play NFS Most Wanted in the classroom during lectures, occasionally giving ‘insightful’ comments in the class, about another subject
  • You find out the topic of your presentation moments before being ushered onto the dais and still manage to speak utter nonsense without anyone noticing
  • You inadvertently add words like ‘strategic’, ‘estimate’ and ‘careful research’ in every conversation and test
  • You message your class “So sleepy...Zzzzzz....*yawn*” and they never reply back, because they are already Zzzzzing
  • Being disturbed in class is when the professor asks you a question
  • You are online on BBM, WhatsApp and Gtalk at the same time, but still manage to give equal attention to each – especially during a lecture
  • Your messages mostly consist of “Started the ppt? Do mine too.” “Did the assignment? Get me a copy.” “Are you sitting for the lecture? Proxy maar.”
  • You have a Facebook tab open with your balance sheet reports
  • Your marketing strategy reports have been ‘researched’ from google.com
  • You are earnestly nodding after reading each statement

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Without you!


Across the window, I saw a face
As she kept with her friends apace
Talking, laughing, not smiling nay
I wished I could see her everyday

Best of friends were supposed to be
All said so, her and me
In common we had lots, it’s true
Deep trusting eyes, mantled blue

Glinted my eyes when she uttered my name
As did hers, when I did the same
We looked great together, so I was told
After a while though, that news got pretty old

As it’s with all tales, composed by a pen
The cock fell in love with the lovely hen
She baulked as I professed my love
 In a letter, sent with a dove

We are different people, you and me
Heavens would know, I am older than thee
You are a friend and nothing more, said she
Together, we are meant not to be

Being heartbroken, I had just heard before
Until, that moment shook me to the core
Ringing my ears, I heard her words repeat
While I stood at the edge of a peak

The rushing air, the adrenaline pump
I felt bare, as I made my jump
Close to the ground, as fear spawned
To my end and blackness beyond