THE GREAT INDIAN MBA ADMISSION

 HELLO FOLKS AND FAM.

Have you landed here because the B-school applications are eating up the little amount of sanity that was left in you, after your engineering and work ex? Well, congratulations. You’ve landed at the right place. The only right thing you’ve done in a very long time.

It’s okay though. I understand. Because pal, we’re sailing in the same goddamn boat and even I’m unsure of where’s its heading. Whether it’s an old IIM, baby IIM, new IIM or some random B-school, only time will tell. But I sure hope that the guy steering our boat doesn’t make us all drown. *Checks life-jacket*

They say an MBA is terribly rigorous and you get hardly 4-5 hours of sleep in a day. Well hello, nobody told me the days leading to an MBA would  be equally bad!  I don’t even know which B-School I will be going to but I’m already exhaaaausted. So I’ve decided to take a break from writing forced SOPs, making a list of my non-existent strengths and very long list of weaknesses and have decided to post my first blog post! ( TBH, I am hoping I can write ‘AMAZING TALENTED BLOGGER’ in extra curriculars, without having any guilt. Now, now, don’t you dare look at me like that. I know you’ve also written ‘Volunteered for fest management’ although all that you did was laze around and checked hot girls/guys from other colleges.  )

Never did I think for once that things would get worse after my bad CAT prep days. From mugging up the meaning of new words that only Shashi Tharoor would be preposterous enough to use and to learning formulae in quant that you had so conveniently chosen to not study during your 9^th std, to reading RC passages that didn’t make sense no matter how many times you read them, it’s been a difficult journey. I still have nightmares that have abstract topic passages in them. *Shudders* Although the probability of me understanding probability was zero, I tried, okay. Didn’t happen.  Let’s not even talk about DILR. We all screwed that up in the exam, didn’t we?

And then came the D-day ( At least that’s what I thought. Actually D-day is the PI, we know that NOW , pfft). THE 25^th of NOVEMBER.

 It went okay though, the worst part was having to travel to some college located in a town that I didn’t even know existed and having to spend all the money that I could have used to buy food, on my Uber. No wait. The actual worst part was that  both my adjacent seats  were occupied. My weird ass wanted both seats to be vacant. Damn you, adjacent guys.

(AND HELLO I ENDURED ALL OF THIS WHILE MY RELATIVES CONSTANTLY KEPT ASKING ME WHY I QUIT MY JOB, WHY I AM NOT GOING TO ‘FOREN’ FOR MBA, WHY I AM NOT MARRYING, ETC. I deserve extra marks for bearing with them. DO YOU HEAR ME? WHERE ARE MY EXTRA MARKS YAAR.)

Then arrived the results and my stupid ass thought I’d chill in Goa after that, but look where I am. Stuck in front of my laptop, filling a 1000 college forms until the section where the SOP is required and stop there, cursing the college and myself for all the life decisions I’ve made till now. I NEED A BLOODY JOB THAT PAYS ME WELL. That’s my one true SOP. But I can’t say that, according to the 345 youtube videos I have watched related to GD, WAT, PI, resume and SOP.  Guys I’m really exhausted at this point of time. If you liked this and want me to continue, leave a comment! See you real soon!