If you’ve already concluded that my psychosis got the better of my 300-odd months of survival on this planet thanks to the title of this post, let me assure you that I was sane not longer than 5 months ago. I remember that funny feeling in the depths of my abdominal cavity when I opened the SMS that declared I had to quit my job and shell out close to 2 million bucks (INR) over the next year. And to what avail? Well, I could probably get myself another job!
So, what is it about an MBA that prompts such a seemingly sensible person to shake up his smoot
h-sailing livelihood cruise? Well… ahem… u know… the gamut of career opportunities open to an MBA grad are much greater than to others. Sure, I can write another one of those myriad How an MBA changed my life stories, but the fact is that Morpheus was spot-on when he looked into Neo’s eyes through his rimless goggles and said “Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is… you have to see it for yourself!”
In more ways than one, people like Neo who are unhappy with their present lives and find predictability boring are the ones who end up making such decisions. I was neither unhappy nor am I a great fan of chaos, so why did I?
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hose of you not from the southern part of India (and indeed, a sizeable chunk of educated, rational people from there as well) will readily agree to the lack of logic behind the success of Asia’s 2nd highest-paid actor, Superstar Rajnikanth. Picture this – He turns 59 this December, and his last movie where he played a 30-year old NRI romancing a 25 year-old village belle (she’s about the same age in real life as well!), earned him 2.6 billion INR. This, despite the absence of skills and attributes that are must-haves for an Indian actor in the 21st century like dancing, good looks and a good physique makes it outrageously nonsensical. So what’s his success mantra? People say it’s his style and my friends from other parts of the world dismiss it as public insanity but none of what I write here could possibly explain the exhilaration experienced by a fan when he whistles and shouts to the peril of losing his voice during the premiere of a new Rajni movie amidst 300 other such maniacs in a modest theatre in Chennai. You have to see it for yourself!
You may want to ask the others what they have in store because, being a true-blue Morpheus fan, “All I’m offering is the truth. Nothing more!”
Read on to see what my mind and body go through in this conundrum they call the MBA; hopefully you’ll know which pill to swallow!
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