MBA Blues: Chapter1

“Sorry, I don’t love you, let us be friends and stop flirting”. These were the last words she told when I met her the last time near her office. I said “please give me one more chance, I miss you very much”...

It was around 8 in the morning when I woke up the next day of mid-July(2008). It was the first day of my MBA classes. Oops… forgot to tell you about me. I am Arun, finished my engineering 2 months back and joined MBA at the University of Hyderabad. At present I am at home. Have to hurry up and reach the university by 10. I got ready and started my scooter “MOM BYBYEE!!!” and then off to the petrol pump “bhaiyya ek 100 ka petrol with oil daaldoo” and then to Dheeraj’s place. 10.30 We reached the campus, by then the orientation started.”Always late you ASSSOLE” scolded myself and got it into the conference room.

Everybody was listening curiously to the lecture given by the dean of the school “this is a place where you are going to spend your glorious 2 years and a place where you realize to identify yourself in the corporate world”. And then a great applause from the audience, I mean my classmates and seniors. I generally prefer sitting in the last benches since 8^th grade, Dheeraj went to the middle rows, so I got adjusted beside a guy studiously trying to listen the speech sitting at the right end corner. His back was actually jumping to have a glance at the speaker and his action was quite funny for me. ”The 1^st semester classes will start from tomorrow and end in the November midweek, we provide you with excellent course structure and the best faculty here…” Jessica madam was continuing with her speech in a perfect manner and exact pronunciation of the words and her voice was like the announcements given at the railway stations. “HI! I am Arun, any information about how long this session is?”. “Hi! I am Anil, it started just now”. We shook hands and then I saw a spark in his eyes which meant chalo! Let’s get out of this hall. We need some fresh air. “How about a cup of tea, there is a small canteen beside the school” was my next sentence.

We both walked out of the hall one at a time and then again I asked him “shall we go out of the campus so that I can buy a smoke too…”, Anil looked at me and gave a different kind of smile which I have never seen in my life “mama we are lucky, no need to go out now, let’s go to my hostel, I have a pack of kings there”. Thank god was the very next expression in my face, as I thought after looking at the faces in the hall I never felt that hardly anyone smokes. Then we both left to his room.