I wish I had the time to narrate my first-day experience at ISB. I am time-starved at the moment but promise to come back with an interesting account of my experience on April 14, 2007, the day I began my one-year “Vanvaas” at ISB.
For the time-being, you readers [ if at all ;) ] will have to be content with this blog of mine.
We are into the 3rd week at ISB and it seems as if we have already spent 3 months here. At the end of the 1st week of term-1, I am still trying to figure out what all hit me this week. I have started realizing the value of each minute and the way things are moving, I do not think it will be long before I start realizing the value of each second. I had never thought life would be so interestingly miserable. Gosh! You have to read 3-4 30-40-page chapters and come prepared for each class and then you have assignments.
There are so many things here that can actually drain everything out of you (your mental balance too). For our stay at ISB until now, my life has been tougher than that of most of the people here mainly because the average age here is 27 and the average work experience 5 years and I am 23 with a work experience of 1.5 yrs, one of the youngest guys here. But then, life has never been easy for me, may be because I always choose the toughest path.
For all those non-studious guys like me out there, I told you all the bad things that are happening here. Let us talk about the good ones now. Every weekend we have parties in which we have booze flowing everywhere and then there’s the dance floor which is set ablaze by the stunning ladies who can drink more vodkas, whiskies and beer than you can. If you really want a partner for life, I bet you will get one here ;). We already have a few budding love stories here.
Two sides of the same coin, right? Despite this coin having so many negatives, I still wish to keep it in my pocket because I know this coin (ISB) is very precious.
For the time-being, you readers [ if at all ;) ] will have to be content with this blog of mine.
We are into the 3rd week at ISB and it seems as if we have already spent 3 months here. At the end of the 1st week of term-1, I am still trying to figure out what all hit me this week. I have started realizing the value of each minute and the way things are moving, I do not think it will be long before I start realizing the value of each second. I had never thought life would be so interestingly miserable. Gosh! You have to read 3-4 30-40-page chapters and come prepared for each class and then you have assignments.
There are so many things here that can actually drain everything out of you (your mental balance too). For our stay at ISB until now, my life has been tougher than that of most of the people here mainly because the average age here is 27 and the average work experience 5 years and I am 23 with a work experience of 1.5 yrs, one of the youngest guys here. But then, life has never been easy for me, may be because I always choose the toughest path.
For all those non-studious guys like me out there, I told you all the bad things that are happening here. Let us talk about the good ones now. Every weekend we have parties in which we have booze flowing everywhere and then there’s the dance floor which is set ablaze by the stunning ladies who can drink more vodkas, whiskies and beer than you can. If you really want a partner for life, I bet you will get one here ;). We already have a few budding love stories here.
Two sides of the same coin, right? Despite this coin having so many negatives, I still wish to keep it in my pocket because I know this coin (ISB) is very precious.
