Doing MBA is like being in a relation with your first crush.....
Like in a crush, before the relationship start you love everything about her/him- the girly giggle, the nagging, and all the annoying habits seem cute. Same is case for MBA. Everything seems starry, nice and exciting- the deadlines, the assignments, the pop quizzes etc- before you join a college. You can’t just wait for the hectic schedules, the lectures, competition etc. You want it. You dream about it and you live for it.
The story changes when you have spent some time, say a few months in MBA or in a relationship. There are days when you wake up and find everything is going wrong. The person you are with seems all wrong for you. You feel unappreciated, unwanted, unloved and the person next to you can’t seem to understand you. All the things that drew you towards him or her seem annoying and irritating. You just don’t understand why you liked those things in the first place. Same is the case with MBA, there are days when you wake up cursing your decision to go for MBA. Your teachers seem to hate you, your classmates seem to mock you, you seem to be getting now where, understanding nothing and all the subjects seem boring, irritating and frustrating. The deadlines and quizzes that seemed exciting before are things now you can’t wait to get over with. Everyone around you seems to be doing better than you- you don’t know why you even joined a B-School. You want to quit but like in any relationship it’s not all that easy to do so because there are days when you feel life cannot be better. Teachers seem to love you, work seems great, subjects seem interesting, your peers seem appreciative and everything seems to be sunny. You feel great, you want more and you think that you can take on anything. These are the days like the ones on which you have a perfect date with your partner, everything bright and nice it seems.
Doing MBA is like being in a relation you want to end but also want never to end. It is like being torn in two different directions because it was something you wanted badly and yet somehow it hasn’t met your expectation. You want to continue and you want to quit at the same time. And one fine day you are not the one who decides- your crush dumps you and calls quits- the two years of MBA are over and all you are left with memories. Memories that would always make you see the good parts and the good days of MBA, blanking out all the all not-so-good days.
