So I thought that MBA would be fun. I'd wear the coolest LaCoste's available, torn jeans to match my attitude(or atleast to show I have one), and my age-old pair of Nikes. The classes would be minimal, and all the case-study we'd ever do would be studying the cases arriving in short-skirts at PVR.

WAKE UP, TRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNGGG!!
The alarms have rung. and I find myself jumping off my bed. A quick look at the clock suggests that I have around 5 and a half minutes to brush, take a bath(without which I would drown in my own sweat eeeks!!), dress-up (in formals), find a matching pair of socks in my room, and get to the class bfore the "Door" is Eternally Locked . And yes, I DO MAKE IT. Dont ask me how, thats one riddle I wont be able to solve.

I realize I forgot my book. Well, in case you are thinking "Whats the big deal, we never _DID_ take any books to classes", so didnt I..my friends..so didnt I. But this is a pre-primary school, and without your books, you are nothing. (thats not all, You've screwed yourself badly if you forgot to wear a tie in BC, but thats another matter). I manage my way to the classroom and open the door, only to find the prof has already arrived. But he's kind and understanding, not the one to take such petty things as latecomers seriously. The only unimportant thing probably going on in his mind is "Do I award him a C- or a D?"

The moment I find a nice cushioned seat for myself, my brain reminds me that I have slept for only 2 hrs....there you go. I know the prof's looking at me, but I cant help dozing off. In fact, some of the guys already have developed a flair for sleeping with their eyes open....guess they are gonna be better managers than I am.

With this final thought, I go that distant world, from where I will return some day....preferably not, but alas...thats not my prerogative.

later....