So here I am again...fucked up !
Its pretty normal in my case. I can't remain non-fucked. Its in my life, my genes. I have to be fucked, sometimes by myself and sometimes by the fucking time.
I had a wonderful job in one of the topmost fortune 500 company. I was enjoying every bit of it. It was a new one so had lots of opportunity to excel and do something better. I was among the most luckiest of the lot to be chosen as a part of that company. A very responsible position, good and challenging work, foreign trip in almost once every 2-3 months, meetings, high profile job, chit chat with big guns. All in my favor.
But how can god be so kind to me. I have to be fucked. That's the whole reason I am on this planet. So he gave me a keeda. Banda was desperate to do MBA. Three years and no good converts and this time its like colleges are calling me to come and join their crap courses. Excited. Thought luck has changed beta. Right now this company, then MBA, then again a damn good company, much better package and life on track.
Excepted the offer, left the company, joined the college.
Welcome to MBA, where nobody does anything but they think that they are changing the world. They do one thing, talk talk n talk. Welcome to the playground where everyone is trying to pull you back and wants to finish the race first but hey they forget the basics of game theory which tells that cooperation is the best policy to achieve the maximum out of any situation.
Better. It took me whole fucking one semester to understand that I am also a part of this ecosystem and cooperation is an outdated noun in this competitive world. You have to kill your friend to survive otherwise he will kill you. Lost my grades. Didn't worry that much. But when I realized that grades can change the game, I joined the race, the rat race, to get grades-by hook or by crook.
Shit happens for some people. For me it never happens, its always there with me, just like the old hutchison dog, wherever you go-we will follow. In a nutshell, this is MBA or in more better words, "nuances of MBA".
I never ever able to handle cash. Money is a big weakness for me. I cant handle it carefully. Loosing money from the day I born. Recently, lost it to a bank which gave me a shitty package. I tried hard to not to take it but then they had much more superior persuading power than mine. That's also a part of MBA to teach you how to make fool of others in the name of customer service.
Summer internship. When i was leaving my previous company, I was thinking that I wont come back to this company. I would probably get much better company and better profile. Lolz...here I am, desperate to get internship in that company...anyhow. Although, missed the chance.
Not a big deal. There are lots of good shitty companies waiting for me to get in.
Summer internship is gonna start in next 4 days. Still in search of a good company. lolz.... Fucked up big time....again ! no need to tell. Sitting on my bed, I am still thinking of that decision that I took just one year back. I lost my high paying job, lost my love, a single chance when I could be with her forever. Things would have been or could have been simpler, cooler, better than this.
I had a wonderful job in one of the topmost fortune 500 company. I was enjoying every bit of it. It was a new one so had lots of opportunity to excel and do something better. I was among the most luckiest of the lot to be chosen as a part of that company. A very responsible position, good and challenging work, foreign trip in almost once every 2-3 months, meetings, high profile job, chit chat with big guns. All in my favor.
But how can god be so kind to me. I have to be fucked. That's the whole reason I am on this planet. So he gave me a keeda. Banda was desperate to do MBA. Three years and no good converts and this time its like colleges are calling me to come and join their crap courses. Excited. Thought luck has changed beta. Right now this company, then MBA, then again a damn good company, much better package and life on track.
Excepted the offer, left the company, joined the college.
Welcome to MBA, where nobody does anything but they think that they are changing the world. They do one thing, talk talk n talk. Welcome to the playground where everyone is trying to pull you back and wants to finish the race first but hey they forget the basics of game theory which tells that cooperation is the best policy to achieve the maximum out of any situation.
Better. It took me whole fucking one semester to understand that I am also a part of this ecosystem and cooperation is an outdated noun in this competitive world. You have to kill your friend to survive otherwise he will kill you. Lost my grades. Didn't worry that much. But when I realized that grades can change the game, I joined the race, the rat race, to get grades-by hook or by crook.
Shit happens for some people. For me it never happens, its always there with me, just like the old hutchison dog, wherever you go-we will follow. In a nutshell, this is MBA or in more better words, "nuances of MBA".
I never ever able to handle cash. Money is a big weakness for me. I cant handle it carefully. Loosing money from the day I born. Recently, lost it to a bank which gave me a shitty package. I tried hard to not to take it but then they had much more superior persuading power than mine. That's also a part of MBA to teach you how to make fool of others in the name of customer service.
Summer internship. When i was leaving my previous company, I was thinking that I wont come back to this company. I would probably get much better company and better profile. Lolz...here I am, desperate to get internship in that company...anyhow. Although, missed the chance.
Not a big deal. There are lots of good shitty companies waiting for me to get in.
Summer internship is gonna start in next 4 days. Still in search of a good company. lolz.... Fucked up big time....again ! no need to tell. Sitting on my bed, I am still thinking of that decision that I took just one year back. I lost my high paying job, lost my love, a single chance when I could be with her forever. Things would have been or could have been simpler, cooler, better than this.
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