Diary Of The Lazy Student

Dear diary,

The best thing that SRM (My alma mater apparently) has done to me till date is to provide me with a pocket Oxford English dictionary that still sits on the top of my shelf, neatly wrapped in the plastic cover it came with. Every time I stumble upon some alien English word, I look at it from a distance and think I should refer it; which of course, never happens because its five feet away and I need to get up from my chair for that. The plastic, hence, stays intact and my vocabulary which could have been +1 by now remains where it was. Wow! They really believe that someday, I would actually open up and refer it.

Signs off

The lazy student

Buddies!

Friends, as they say, are friends forever...

Dheeraj and Sarun

Sarun and Vinodh

Exam Hall: What Goes In A Student's Mind

Damn it! I’m already 10 minutes late. Not a very good start for the first exam. Answer sheets have already been distributed. Damn, what was I doing? Why couldn’t I just wake up earlier? It happens all the time, almost every time. Anyway, what’s over is over. Now cool down! Cool! Take a deep breath. Yes, now you’re fine.

Now, should I or should I not get in? Ok! Get in anyway. Don’t care what the invigilator says. Yep, ready. “Excuse me, madam!” “Yes, what’s the time young man?” Shit. I hate this. She is asking questions. Why can’t she just let me in? Oooohhh! She’s hot by the way. Damn it! Focus you moron. I should reply something. What’s gonna be my excuse? Umm…

“Get in quick, pick up an answer sheet and take your seat. Quick!” Aaahh. Thank God! I don’t have to reply now. Is everyone watching me? No, perhaps they’re too busy writing their exams. Chill! You’re thinking too much. Where’s my seat? Where’s my seat!? Ah! There it is. There you go. Destination reached!

Ok now take a deep breath and go through the question paper. OK, I got this. I got this one too. Seems like the paper is easy. Damn, what the hell is this? The case study is beyond my imagination. What am I gonna write in this? You’re screwed dude, you’re screwed! Anyway, I should start writing first.

/*turns right*/ this guy on the right, is he driving a Ferrari? For God’s sake don’t scare me dude, whoever you are. Who writes like this? Who writes so fast? Ok, don’t look at his paper. Just concentrate.

/*turns left*/ Holy mother of God! Who the hell is this chick? Damn, she’s so freaking hot. Is she the one who comes in a black santro? Or is she the one who keeps staring at me from the corner of her eye? Whoever she is, she is so hot. Will I keep staring at her or will I write?  Can’t write, can’t stare at her. Dilemma!

And then you write the exam. Nailing the knowns and making up the unknowns. Sometimes exaggerating, sometimes to the point. Sometimes struggling and sometimes with ease. Sometimes passionate to write sometimes lazy. Sometimes writing and sometimes not at all. The writer in you comes out and takes over your mind, thinking all sorts of crap and representing it on the paper. And then the 30 page booklet is filled up with some load of crap. And a load of crap result is what we a get a fortnight later.

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!

The Mystery Of The Broken Pin

Have you ever wondered why every classroom we enter in, shows up with a projector problem? Have you ever wondered why the projectors in every class works only for a day and then goes haywire? Have you ever wondered what's the mystery behind all the projectors going wrong? Do you think there's a ghost of a dead man haunting our class?

Well well well, meet this man! Yes, the man in the picture. This man is a LEGEND in the classic sense of the word, I tell you. A man who claims "I learn to teach, I teach to learn" is his objective. Being a good teacher, or should I say a good presenter, the man is a wee bit short on observational skills for sure.


Day 1. Enters the class holding an HCL notebook with an APPLE symbol on it. Boing!


Few days later, tries to force the projector pin into the notebook. Boing again! Wrong alignment. Two of the projector pins go crappy.

Few more day later, swaps classroom with the adjacent one. Projector works for a day. The next day, Boing! Projector gone! lol! :D


A month later, we shift to the third floor. Boing! Projector is of no further use anymore.


Now, he has swapped classroom again. All eyes on him. Let's see how long the projector survives. Although, i must tell you it's a lost cause.


Again. Sir, you're a LEGEND. Hope you realize that soon enough. :D

Old Is Not Always Gold

Thinking of the day a grumpy 75 year old professor of ours called one of our classmates a "son of a bitch"! Now, was he trying to be cool showing off his articulative skills, had he just blurted it out in the heat of the moment or he quiet didn't realize the meaning of the expression?

In any case, if he challenges us with the English vocabulary of swear words, then i urge him bring it on. We don't care how good a teacher the guy is or how elderly he is to us. We demand a little more respect!