My College - A symposium of future mangers or a bunch of University Rank hoggers?

I sit here humming to the tunes of “I’ll be the one” by Backstreet Boys, while my mind slowly yet elatedly drifts back towards the past. Space shifts, time bends. Reminiscence is in the air. As you read other blogs of mine you may find that digging up the past is my favourite pass time to annoy the reader; well so be it. Because this is my version, if you wanted yours, you should have thought about all this earlier. So stuff it guys and slap your cheeks out; this is my blog, accept it or not, and you are free to close it, since this one fortunately or unfortunately is free of cost.

Right… so, where was I? Ah, yes, the nostalgia thing… Well, so to say, my college life till now hasn’t been what people normally see in the movies. Boy sees girl. Boy earlier is the most wayward and insolent brat in the college. Overnight he transforms into a Saadhu, renouncing worldly pleasures. Girl falls for the sobriety of the boy and they live happily ever after. Perhaps my version is too nerdy (forgive the American expression) but the 2 years I spent basically revolved around me trying to optimise my already disturbed mark sheet. The end of Second Year was the beginning, when things were getting back to normal. As one of my Accountancy professors, Prof. J.M. Shah puts it, “The ball is in your court”, and ball certainly was in my court. All the odds that seemed like a constant impediment suddenly vanished!

And that’s why right now I’m in a jovial mood, because you get what you expected, or, well almost what you expected from a disgusting University which has a habit of unflinching surprises. Talking of my mark sheet, the F.Y. results was a shocker, and a big one at that. The Second Year thus was a course more remedial in nature than offensive as far as University Results were concerned. For many rising up the ladder is much less difficult a task than putting things back into motion, that had been thrown out of gear. But hey, I’m not complaining…

Yes, there was this unstinting feeling of repugnance that kept swarming around your thoughts. At the outset, normal life was cool. But once you are alone in silence, and your mind takes over, the same thoughts keep swirling in your mind,

“… Budy you gotta do somethin’… 72% in F.Y. isn’t enough… and they say S.Y. is even harder…” You always have that gut feeling that somewhere down the line your image has been tarnished.

Now for those who feel 72% is actually a good score, well, you people don’t actually meet my standards, sorry to say. And those who feel that I’m praising myself a bit too much, well, I’m going to opt for Marketing as a specialisation. And it’s about time I start building myself as a brand. Bottom line - Everyone craves to be noticed and there’s nothing wrong about it. Its Human Psychology. Some do it silently. Others are more vigorous and outspoken, like me. And in a college which wins more than half of the University Ranks, more than half of the Youth Festival prizes, more than half of the debate competitions, and more than half of the management meets its difficult to survive, let alone prosper. There’s nothing wrong in excessive competition. Just don’t let the excitement fade away using the same people over and over again.