Ring! Ring! Ring!
"The person you're calling is busy. Please try after some time.."
(After an hour..)
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!
"The person you're calling is busy. Please try after some time.."
(After 3 hours..)
Riiiiiiii..................nnng! Ri.......iiiiii........ng!
"The number you've dialed is unavailable. Please try after some time.."
(After 2 or 3 days..)
Ring.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Hello.."
"You #$@^%&*%#@!$%&(^%$##@@@#####%^^$@@@^^&*&^%#@!"
"Okay.. Okay.. Wao!"
"Whaaaat??? You @^$@@*@@^*#&^$###@@$%^^&&%$$##@@@!!*##"
"Amazing..! Do it.. Oh Yeah...!"
(Faking around with a glorified smile)
"WTF..... You........... What are you upto???"
"There you go.. Love you.. I'm in office!!" (Internship Period)
And I continued bearing my fake smile even brighter.. And slowly and steadily moved out from the office floor. And she continued.. (Here, 'She' is 222!)
"You are such a ........... What were you doing 2 days back??? Why didn't you pick up my calls... You ^%$#&#@*"
"I was sleeping.. I told you many times, don't call me on weekends. That's the only time I sleep!"
"Awwwww... such a &%#!@%^&&%^&$#@@ you're!"
"Okay.. Okay.. Enough! Can we talk now?? Like humans??"
"Ohhh.. Ofcourse! I forgot that you're a human...!!!"
"Okayyyyy... Okayyyy.... I'm sorry.. Fine? Please lets talk calmly now.."
"Hmmmm... Tell.. What's NEWS???"
"What??"
"Whaaaat??? Do I have to tell you about WHAT?!"
"Ohhh... Yeah.. I got you.. Yeah.. They arrived.. too many.."
"How many?"
"mmmm...."
"Tell..."
"I don't remember... exactly.... mmm..."
"You say.. You don't remember.. Is it??"
"Okay.. That's it.. I don't know.."
And she continued hitting me with all possible lovely words which was literally seducing my inner peace to hell!
But guys.. Anybody wondered.. What's going on??? Helloooo....
Well... It was time for 'Hafta-de-hakuna-matata-reloaded' in style..!
Oh Yes! We were promoted to 2nd Year, i.e., the Final Year of PGDM course. We were seniors!!! And do you know what it feels like???
Yeah.. You got it exactly!
Yes! We became even more helpless! What?? Wait a second! Should I call it 'helplessness' or consider ourselves as 'glorified bullies' may be 'bitches' too!!
Actually it was the combination of both! And that too irrespective of age, gender, caste & creed, blah blah & blah! IBA Bangalore is a mini Indiapura. So, basically we don't believe in diversity anyways! It's like 'All for one! & vice-versa..'
So, basically while some of our batch mates were planning to how exactly they would make a yummy-delicious-stupendous-fabulous-mamma-mia FISH curry.. Ahheemm.. I mean! Beat out the craps of 'Our JUNIORs' ( the buzz word with.. patent right.. matter of pride..)! Some were typically bearing an eagle's eye on them 24x7. But anyways.. All were having one universal motto.. "REVENGE" "SENIORISM" "GALS" & "GUYS".. OOopppss! Our Dream Gals & Dream Guys!!
You know.. the little innocent lamb types.. Afresh vegetables.. By default ready for peeling, chopping, slicing, dicing.. And.. By default prepared for cooking! And finally.. By default ready to be eaten up! Who wants A la carte man.. When you have the whole lot! A super exotic buffet.. Unlimited.. And.. For FREE!
***I am sure this happens with every batches & in everywhere. All crabs belong to the same bucket! The Great Indian Crab Syndrome exists everywhere & at all levels.
But then.. Some are rare commodities! They are 'being/ pretended' Godfathers & Godmothers.. Even Soul Brothers & Soul Sisters..
Well.. I don't have any obligations with this category but the only thing is that nobody wants nonconformity.. Nobody wants to hear tantrums left, right & center.. Resist aloofness.. And man.. When it comes to peer evaluation.. Your grades go for a toss! Coz, now you are being entreated as so called 'Guardian Angel' of the little demons.. Who.. sooner or later.. Will become exactly the same crabs of the same mother! Got it? Good!
Alright.. After few months, I found that.. By default.. I was one among those rare commodities! And within few weeks I realized, I am totally fucked up! Why?? Let's quote this situation in style too!
"I don't often cry.. But when I do.. It's coz.. ANGELS ARE DESERVED TO DIE!"
Stop playing Angel.. Play Human.. Even better.. Play Devil sometimes! Corporate Life (C-Life).. Be it your B-School or Job life.. Humanism is the only option which you will have.. Please realize before its too late!
Although.. Sometimes it's too painful to eradicate the natural likings & feelings from within. But then.. We always have the choice! The choice is for long-term! But the worst part is being misunderstood at the first place.. Misconceptions.. Fights.. And above all unjustified expectations! And we all know the result.. Miss matched expectations causes anger.. And this takes us to a straight away roller costa ride to Kubler Ross!
I have a weird belief though! And sometimes it works out well! I believe in anonymous relationships. Precisely, long term relationship with NO name! Coz, you know now that you can play better, safer & faster! No Kubler Ross! May be, less impacts though.. Sounds cool? Especially, if it's the outer world. It's been 6 odd years of Hostel Life now! From Kolkata to Bangalore. Life has taught numerous things! Some are constructive.. Likewise, some are destructive. Even self-destructive at times! To make a win-win (I - YOU), at first the first person has to win/ at least have a winning perspective. Rest are the intentions.. Intentions of the 1st person, 2nd person, 3rd party's influence, environment and above all their NEED and it's level!
To read more about The Great Indian Crab Syndrome in upfront professional context, follow the link: http://chandra-kant.com/2012/04/13/who-is-to-blame-for-the-great-indian-crab-syndrome/
"The person you're calling is busy. Please try after some time.."
(After an hour..)
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!
"The person you're calling is busy. Please try after some time.."
(After 3 hours..)
Riiiiiiii..................nnng! Ri.......iiiiii........ng!
"The number you've dialed is unavailable. Please try after some time.."
(After 2 or 3 days..)
Ring.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Hello.."
"You #$@^%&*%#@!$%&(^%$##@@@#####%^^$@@@^^&*&^%#@!"
"Okay.. Okay.. Wao!"
"Whaaaat??? You @^$@@*@@^*#&^$###@@$%^^&&%$$##@@@!!*##"
"Amazing..! Do it.. Oh Yeah...!"
(Faking around with a glorified smile)
"WTF..... You........... What are you upto???"
"There you go.. Love you.. I'm in office!!" (Internship Period)
And I continued bearing my fake smile even brighter.. And slowly and steadily moved out from the office floor. And she continued.. (Here, 'She' is 222!)
"You are such a ........... What were you doing 2 days back??? Why didn't you pick up my calls... You ^%$#&#@*"
"I was sleeping.. I told you many times, don't call me on weekends. That's the only time I sleep!"
"Awwwww... such a &%#!@%^&&%^&$#@@ you're!"
"Okay.. Okay.. Enough! Can we talk now?? Like humans??"
"Ohhh.. Ofcourse! I forgot that you're a human...!!!"
"Okayyyyy... Okayyyy.... I'm sorry.. Fine? Please lets talk calmly now.."
"Hmmmm... Tell.. What's NEWS???"
"What??"
"Whaaaat??? Do I have to tell you about WHAT?!"
"Ohhh... Yeah.. I got you.. Yeah.. They arrived.. too many.."
"How many?"
"mmmm...."
"Tell..."
"I don't remember... exactly.... mmm..."
"You say.. You don't remember.. Is it??"
"Okay.. That's it.. I don't know.."
And she continued hitting me with all possible lovely words which was literally seducing my inner peace to hell!
But guys.. Anybody wondered.. What's going on??? Helloooo....
Well... It was time for 'Hafta-de-hakuna-matata-reloaded' in style..!
Oh Yes! We were promoted to 2nd Year, i.e., the Final Year of PGDM course. We were seniors!!! And do you know what it feels like???
Yeah.. You got it exactly!
Yes! We became even more helpless! What?? Wait a second! Should I call it 'helplessness' or consider ourselves as 'glorified bullies' may be 'bitches' too!!
Actually it was the combination of both! And that too irrespective of age, gender, caste & creed, blah blah & blah! IBA Bangalore is a mini Indiapura. So, basically we don't believe in diversity anyways! It's like 'All for one! & vice-versa..'
So, basically while some of our batch mates were planning to how exactly they would make a yummy-delicious-stupendous-fabulous-mamma-mia FISH curry.. Ahheemm.. I mean! Beat out the craps of 'Our JUNIORs' ( the buzz word with.. patent right.. matter of pride..)! Some were typically bearing an eagle's eye on them 24x7. But anyways.. All were having one universal motto.. "REVENGE" "SENIORISM" "GALS" & "GUYS".. OOopppss! Our Dream Gals & Dream Guys!!
You know.. the little innocent lamb types.. Afresh vegetables.. By default ready for peeling, chopping, slicing, dicing.. And.. By default prepared for cooking! And finally.. By default ready to be eaten up! Who wants A la carte man.. When you have the whole lot! A super exotic buffet.. Unlimited.. And.. For FREE!
***I am sure this happens with every batches & in everywhere. All crabs belong to the same bucket! The Great Indian Crab Syndrome exists everywhere & at all levels.
But then.. Some are rare commodities! They are 'being/ pretended' Godfathers & Godmothers.. Even Soul Brothers & Soul Sisters..
Well.. I don't have any obligations with this category but the only thing is that nobody wants nonconformity.. Nobody wants to hear tantrums left, right & center.. Resist aloofness.. And man.. When it comes to peer evaluation.. Your grades go for a toss! Coz, now you are being entreated as so called 'Guardian Angel' of the little demons.. Who.. sooner or later.. Will become exactly the same crabs of the same mother! Got it? Good!
Alright.. After few months, I found that.. By default.. I was one among those rare commodities! And within few weeks I realized, I am totally fucked up! Why?? Let's quote this situation in style too!
"I don't often cry.. But when I do.. It's coz.. ANGELS ARE DESERVED TO DIE!"
Stop playing Angel.. Play Human.. Even better.. Play Devil sometimes! Corporate Life (C-Life).. Be it your B-School or Job life.. Humanism is the only option which you will have.. Please realize before its too late!
Although.. Sometimes it's too painful to eradicate the natural likings & feelings from within. But then.. We always have the choice! The choice is for long-term! But the worst part is being misunderstood at the first place.. Misconceptions.. Fights.. And above all unjustified expectations! And we all know the result.. Miss matched expectations causes anger.. And this takes us to a straight away roller costa ride to Kubler Ross!
I have a weird belief though! And sometimes it works out well! I believe in anonymous relationships. Precisely, long term relationship with NO name! Coz, you know now that you can play better, safer & faster! No Kubler Ross! May be, less impacts though.. Sounds cool? Especially, if it's the outer world. It's been 6 odd years of Hostel Life now! From Kolkata to Bangalore. Life has taught numerous things! Some are constructive.. Likewise, some are destructive. Even self-destructive at times! To make a win-win (I - YOU), at first the first person has to win/ at least have a winning perspective. Rest are the intentions.. Intentions of the 1st person, 2nd person, 3rd party's influence, environment and above all their NEED and it's level!
To read more about The Great Indian Crab Syndrome in upfront professional context, follow the link: http://chandra-kant.com/2012/04/13/who-is-to-blame-for-the-great-indian-crab-syndrome/
Anyone who challenges the prevailing orthodoxy finds himself silenced with surprising effectiveness. A genuinely unfashionable opinion is almost never given a fair hearing. — George Orwell
