FFF - First Friday at FMS
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Vow, what a wonderful place I am at. 2 girls on my either sides – dancing with me in a night club. Suddenly, I ditch them to walk over to the counter, where I sighted an interesting lady and soon, in a matter of few minutes, I am enjoying a jolly easy-flowing conversation with her, over a martini.
:) Sounds great?
Sure…but its not. Oh no, I don’t mean it’s not great. It’s just that it’s not true and when I come out of my dream, I take a look at the wall clock and I see it is 11.46 PM and it is my first Friday (after 6 years, I think) that I am working under so much pressure (Last, as far as I can recall, I toiled so much only for my IIT-JEE).
Welcome to a B-School… Welcome to FMS !!!
Already I have had 5 hard days AND NIGHTS here and I know it’s not gonna end soon. At least not as soon as I want it to.
Oh, ok…let me keep my feelings for the latter part. Right now, the facts first. And the fact is that I am waiting for my "General Presentations" Team Partner Nikhil to send me the report, after which I am supposed to "PPT"ize it. Fortunate to get Nikhil as my partner, after working out the obvious logistics, we mutually decided that Nikhil shall mail me the report by mid night, following which I shall make the presentation slides. As it was found out later that unlike Nikhil (and many other newbies), I was an expert at PPTizing practically anything under the sun. Needless to mention, of course, after 2 years, all of us 44 creatures would be adept at it.
Aaaahh…I hate this cell-phone beeping but so much so for a necessary evil. Anyways, it is an SMS from Nikhil saying that he would not be able to make it by midnight. That means I can start my work only in the morning. Nothing to worry as the presentation is in the evening. So, I lay back into my chair and start dreaming again – this time, about my last 2 years. Pune, then Bangalore, then Delhi again (with short stints at Mysore, Chennai and Mumbai too) – Hmmm, I surely have gone places. Or is it? Yeah, It is. It has been a long journey, although regularly marred with thoughts about career and continuous efforts at optimizing and bettering the same – in simpler words, preparing for MBA Entrances. This was not so bad when I saw the result last year that I had not been able to convert calls from IIMB, MDI and NITIE but it got exacerbated as time flew – No, flew is a wrong word to be used here. Crawled is what I should use because over the last one year, time has actually crawled. But I am glad, eventually I have. And that too, the single call I got – FMS, MBA (MS). But surely, sometimes I wonder whether this is “THE” criteria to infer whether a person is an achiever or not. I say a complete no to it, yet I have strived so much for it.
Anyways, let’s get back to FMS. There is this silly paper – a rough sheet lying over there, which gets my attention. Oh God, whose hand-writing is this – so unreadable? Mine, no way, but it is. Scribbled all over the sheet are Names. Now, give me a break, why would I write the names of some of my classmates. Oh Shit, so many presentations? Over the last 5 days, each and every Society has given assignments to be done in the following week – most of them in the form a presentation. And the worst part (you might want to call it the best part) is that now, there are so many different groups all over the class that I had to write all of my group members’ names on a sheet, with their email addresses and phone numbers. Man, it gets surely gets screwing. And above all, the ‘best’ one is Finesse presentation – I do not even remotely know what the topic is all about – Sarbanes-Oxley Act. Never even heard of it. I do not understand how I am supposed to present it. But whatever it is, I am sure of one thing – I am not working any more right now. I need a sleep – c’mon, I usually sleep for 9 hours at least and have not been able to sleep even 6 hours for last 5 days. It is killing me.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Flurry of SMSes must be waiting for me. Hey, what’s the time? Its 8:27.
I have already spent 23 years contemplating how 8 long hours just fly in a matter of few minutes but I have learnt one thing that whenever they do fly so fast, that means I have had a fulfilling sound sleep and its good.
Ok, there are not many SMSes – only 2 – one from Nikhil stating that he has sent the report document and the other from Dujesh, my car-pool partner, telling me the time he would leave – 9.30 AM. Well, I decide to work from home today and go later in the afternoon but…mmm… what is the use of wasting fuel-energy. So, upholding my philosophy of fuel and cost-saving, I decide to leave with Dujesh only. Hey, but its not sure that the internet at the institute would be working. That means that I should download the report document at my home before leaving.
Oh shit, there is no mail from him. I mail him and send an SMS as well, of course in a hurry. Waiting for another 2 minutes helps me decide that I should get ready meanwhile and fortunately, minutes before leaving, my cell-phone beeps again – this time with the good news and I download the report into my hard disk before leaving.
Today is the first day, I am taking my laptop to the institute and …mmm… okay, I admit I am pretty excited about it :P Carrying the bag on my shoulder makes me really feel like a manager. But I know, I would get used to it sooner or later. On the way, discussion is usual over anything – favorites being Institute, seniors, presentations, assignments, past life and of course, Girls. Smooth halt outside the FMS building gives in way to the sought-after soaring FMSian bird dominated lounge. Today is a good day – at least no professorial lectures – only the evening presentation. I start making PPTs and soon after a few hours, its over. Got a pretty encouraging feedback with comments like “…Good Presentation…” and “…Questions handled very confidently…”
Sure…but its not. Oh no, I don’t mean it’s not great. It’s just that it’s not true and when I come out of my dream, I take a look at the wall clock and I see it is 11.46 PM and it is my first Friday (after 6 years, I think) that I am working under so much pressure (Last, as far as I can recall, I toiled so much only for my IIT-JEE).
Welcome to a B-School… Welcome to FMS !!!
Already I have had 5 hard days AND NIGHTS here and I know it’s not gonna end soon. At least not as soon as I want it to.
Oh, ok…let me keep my feelings for the latter part. Right now, the facts first. And the fact is that I am waiting for my "General Presentations" Team Partner Nikhil to send me the report, after which I am supposed to "PPT"ize it. Fortunate to get Nikhil as my partner, after working out the obvious logistics, we mutually decided that Nikhil shall mail me the report by mid night, following which I shall make the presentation slides. As it was found out later that unlike Nikhil (and many other newbies), I was an expert at PPTizing practically anything under the sun. Needless to mention, of course, after 2 years, all of us 44 creatures would be adept at it.
Aaaahh…I hate this cell-phone beeping but so much so for a necessary evil. Anyways, it is an SMS from Nikhil saying that he would not be able to make it by midnight. That means I can start my work only in the morning. Nothing to worry as the presentation is in the evening. So, I lay back into my chair and start dreaming again – this time, about my last 2 years. Pune, then Bangalore, then Delhi again (with short stints at Mysore, Chennai and Mumbai too) – Hmmm, I surely have gone places. Or is it? Yeah, It is. It has been a long journey, although regularly marred with thoughts about career and continuous efforts at optimizing and bettering the same – in simpler words, preparing for MBA Entrances. This was not so bad when I saw the result last year that I had not been able to convert calls from IIMB, MDI and NITIE but it got exacerbated as time flew – No, flew is a wrong word to be used here. Crawled is what I should use because over the last one year, time has actually crawled. But I am glad, eventually I have. And that too, the single call I got – FMS, MBA (MS). But surely, sometimes I wonder whether this is “THE” criteria to infer whether a person is an achiever or not. I say a complete no to it, yet I have strived so much for it.
Anyways, let’s get back to FMS. There is this silly paper – a rough sheet lying over there, which gets my attention. Oh God, whose hand-writing is this – so unreadable? Mine, no way, but it is. Scribbled all over the sheet are Names. Now, give me a break, why would I write the names of some of my classmates. Oh Shit, so many presentations? Over the last 5 days, each and every Society has given assignments to be done in the following week – most of them in the form a presentation. And the worst part (you might want to call it the best part) is that now, there are so many different groups all over the class that I had to write all of my group members’ names on a sheet, with their email addresses and phone numbers. Man, it gets surely gets screwing. And above all, the ‘best’ one is Finesse presentation – I do not even remotely know what the topic is all about – Sarbanes-Oxley Act. Never even heard of it. I do not understand how I am supposed to present it. But whatever it is, I am sure of one thing – I am not working any more right now. I need a sleep – c’mon, I usually sleep for 9 hours at least and have not been able to sleep even 6 hours for last 5 days. It is killing me.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Flurry of SMSes must be waiting for me. Hey, what’s the time? Its 8:27.
I have already spent 23 years contemplating how 8 long hours just fly in a matter of few minutes but I have learnt one thing that whenever they do fly so fast, that means I have had a fulfilling sound sleep and its good.
Ok, there are not many SMSes – only 2 – one from Nikhil stating that he has sent the report document and the other from Dujesh, my car-pool partner, telling me the time he would leave – 9.30 AM. Well, I decide to work from home today and go later in the afternoon but…mmm… what is the use of wasting fuel-energy. So, upholding my philosophy of fuel and cost-saving, I decide to leave with Dujesh only. Hey, but its not sure that the internet at the institute would be working. That means that I should download the report document at my home before leaving.
Oh shit, there is no mail from him. I mail him and send an SMS as well, of course in a hurry. Waiting for another 2 minutes helps me decide that I should get ready meanwhile and fortunately, minutes before leaving, my cell-phone beeps again – this time with the good news and I download the report into my hard disk before leaving.
Today is the first day, I am taking my laptop to the institute and …mmm… okay, I admit I am pretty excited about it :P Carrying the bag on my shoulder makes me really feel like a manager. But I know, I would get used to it sooner or later. On the way, discussion is usual over anything – favorites being Institute, seniors, presentations, assignments, past life and of course, Girls. Smooth halt outside the FMS building gives in way to the sought-after soaring FMSian bird dominated lounge. Today is a good day – at least no professorial lectures – only the evening presentation. I start making PPTs and soon after a few hours, its over. Got a pretty encouraging feedback with comments like “…Good Presentation…” and “…Questions handled very confidently…”
Bidding goodbyes......"tomorrow - Sunday - is supposed to be a relaxed day"...... next week presentations...... one week over at MBA...... hey, this notion about FMS being chilled out is myth or what?...... hmmm, what ever be the case, I dont know. Surely I hope, next week would be easier.
Screeching halt at my home's doorstep tells me I should collect all my stuff and just get out of the car, if I want to have another lasting and fulfilling sleeping night :)
Dinner......Music......TV......News......aaaaahhh...my Bed......but one thing I am still wondering about is whether I will be able to get such feedback after Sarbanes-Oxley Act…!!! :D
posted by Ankit Goel @ 7:46 PM
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