Motivational Factor

The very first day I entered the MBA classroom, I remember one of our professors showing us a video on motivation. Although, I had seen that video a thousand times on youtube, this occasion it made an impact on me. Well, blame it on the classroom environment. It inspired me, motivated me to a much greater extent than I had ever been earlier.

One thing I was clearly told. The best quality a leader or a manager should possess is his motivational ability. If a manager can motivate a person to perform a particular task, he might as well be the best in the business. Second thing I learnt was, this institute is going to motivate us big time. But whoa! Not like this!

My first semester results came a few days ago. Nope, not 6 not 7, I scored a freaking 8.0 sgpa. Are you kidding me!? Never even scored a 6 in my life and suddenly I pull out an 8 out of thin air. As ridiculously strange as it was, it was true. Somehow I managed to deal with it, without any signs of a cardiac arrest. It was not happiness that crept in, it was 50% shock and the rest excitement.

Either something had seriously gone wrong or the examiner had an extreme hand-writing fetish. But whatever it was, it did one thing good. It motivated me. Not that now I can fly in the air, but I know that I’ve got the stuff; The stuff that can make me reach heights. Now I feel like my dreams are a step closer and a little more visible. Thanks to SRM!

That Girl

Day one – College.     

Finally the day arrived that I had been waiting for since the last two years. With least knowledge of what was gonna happen next, I entered the campus; expressions resembling a 7 year old kid watching two snakes fight it out on National Geographic. Warmly ushered to the third building (C-block), I took a seat in the reception sharp at 9 am. People were rambling around here and there aimlessly and all I did was watch them till 9:30. Although my phone was the best time killer I had with me, I preferred to look around, hoping to find some beautiful girls in the vicinity. Alas! No such success.

            Finally, we were ordered to move to the auditorium. Five minutes after I entered a small 400 seater auditorium, I realized I had more comrades than I had been thinking the whole night. People coming in constantly, taking up empty seats wherever they found, others chatting. Some animated and some not, some lost in their own thoughts (like me perhaps), only justified that it was the start of something new to everyone. Start, or may be the end for some. Different people, different tongues, different expressions and gestures each were suggesting the same story yet so different. Again, by default, I started scanning for babes. And there you go. Success this time!

            Deep in thoughts, looking here and there, she entered the auditorium. The yellow churidar she wore was like a full moon in the clear night sky. You just couldn’t ignore her! Out of all the people I could see, she stood out. Stood out like a sore thumb! She took her seat just a few seats in front of me. She was in clear sight. Although from the back, all I could see of her was her hair, a glimpse of her frameless spectacles, maybe a part of her left cheek sometimes or her lips delineated by the light in the background (that is, if I was lucky enough).

            An hour into the Welcome program for the fresher’s, she turned. Her eyes rolled and stopped at me. Perfect, I thought and threw the most graceful smile I could ever produce. That one tiny moment, my heart skipped a million beats! Thankfully, she responded with a smile and turned away.

            Suddenly, ‘Faint’ by Linkin Park started playing in the auditorium, in the loudest possible volume. My eardrums started vibrating and everything became hazy. The music went louder and I opened my eyes to realize that I was cozying on the bed under my blanket. Damn! All of it was nothing but a dream. A freaking dream! And then I realized that it was the first day of my MBA and I had to get ready for the college. Wish THAT GIRL was real!