Class Representative

Tired after the out bound learning, we had our first lecture at 7:15 in the morning something called vedanta...... Was very curious to know what the hell vendanta was..... plus attendance had to be maintained at 90% so we all had to go....... The lady who came pissed me off even further...... for the entire hour I sat there she only spoke about how people on today's date only use their mind and not their intellect......( whatever that means ). Through the months the vendanta class only reminded me of one line love leads to hate, hate leads to jealousy, jealousy leads to anger and anger leads to the dark side.... She should have just shown us the Star Wars Trilogy and everyone I hope would have been happy instead coming week after week after week listening to someone who basically said that we do not think straight..............

After that first hour of torture we had a our first management class..........Purchasing....... The surprising part of the Bschool was that we all had to sit according to our roll numbers..... I was happy I got a seat right on the last bench......... I was again going to called the LORD OF THE BACK BENCHERS, the disappointing part I had my room partner sitting right next to me......the red chaddi guy........ What I remember of the first lecture was that the professor called me a bad accountant ( work experience as an accountant in the manufacturing sector ).... All because I was trying to be politically correct.... The question was what are the factors do companies look at while selecting a vendor...... I answered saying terms of payment...... then someone in the class asked why.... the prof looked at me and said tell him...... I tried to be diplomatic in my answer........ The prof said bad accountant..... the reason companies look at terms of payment were that they wanted immediate delivery of goods without making any payments.................. Quite an interesting first class....

The best part was that the matka phod girl was in my class..... I said ok this shall be really interesting week ahead...... my flirting skills were quite rusty.....It had been 2 and half years out of college..........

The academic coordinator ( A hifi designation given to someone who takes our attendance ) informed us that all the divisions had to select 2 class representatives a guy and a girl...... I thought to myself that is going to be one crappy job.......

The last class for the day was really interesting Marketing Management..... where the professor explained how porn made in Europe was better than the porn made in America..... Final conclusion marketing is a course which teaches you how to present shit as gold to the consumer.......

Next morning after my first ever work out in the gym...... I was walking into class at 8:56 am which I thought was quite late as soon as I entered.... my guardian angel..... the guy who lives in the room opposite to mine....... started shouting mohit mohit and for some reason the class decided to shout along mohit mohit...... by the time I reached my chair in the last bench I realized what the chat was that the class had elected me as Class Representative.... I went damn......... I got the crappy job

But the question that came to my mind by the end of it was "Am I that Popular?"........