It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a young man (or woman) in possession of a good BTech, must be in want of an MBA. Arre, you have been released from prison—that glum engineering campus in the middle of nowhere. You now have a placement, a salary, a visiting card. Just do your mindless job every day and enjoy the free food, free gym and free company transport (sage advice from dad). But no, yeh dil maange more. If I were Israeli or from England, I would pick up a backpack and come to India, spend six months in the company of hippie travellers and mosquitoes, ponder on life, the universe and everything while sitting on the pot with an upset stomach. Find an answer to the questions: ‘Who am I? What am I looking for?’
But sir, I am an Indian through and through. I have father, mother, sister, brother, uncle, auntie and neighbour. They are all counting on me.... So I start studying for CAT.
Like a soldier on the battlefield, I must charge through fortifications. Decimate my fellow test-takers, at...
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