Today was my first day in class at ISB in real sense. Since I was not registered for any of the pre terms or the preparatory courses, I was sort of relaxing and recuperating after the ‘orientation madness’ (the topic of the photography contest here- right). Only that my ligament injury is very painful.
Today’s class was special for me because our Statistics Professor happens to be from Wharton. I had this curiosity that when those schools have such exceptional reputation then is there really some differentiating factor. I must admit that I got to know one of the factors. Today’s class was much different from the types of class where you substitute values in equations and ‘EUREKA’. You discover you’ve got the answer.
And then in the microeconomics class we were reintroduced to microeconomics, very differently with the help of a trading game. So I reconfirm my joining ISB as a wise decision. As most people used to say, here you get to learn from amongst the best in the profession.
And continuing from my last post, the batch of 2008 continues to amaze me. For one full week our mail box was jammed with mails from people offering a helping hand or volunteering in club activities when no student body has yet been formed and even before the classes had begun. (Hmmm….. elections at the end of the first term)
Thanks God that the classes rushed to us. And with that came the wisdom and awakening that being prepared for the classes might not be such a bad idea. So for last three days the mail flow dried up like the municipality water supplies. Obviously those who started the readings must have finished reading those and so the celebration reflected in the party coinciding with the world cup final. And as usual I got to hear the loud music while this injury wouldn’t permit me being on the dance floor.
And as the party creatures blurred away in smoke, today there were different and determined faces carrying books and lap tops to their classes.
Being to class today also took me back in time, when another batch was flocking to LBSNAA Mussourie. That of the people selected in the batch of Civil Services ’99. And while some of my friends in Civil Services will be going to Mussourie this June and then to US for the Phase III training for the IAS Officers, I will have to miss the same.
And if I have sounded straight forward so far, I’m not and nor will the life allow it to be like that. Life continues to be wonderfully mysterious and confusing. It is like a lost mail, where you are never sure whether it ever reached the destination or not. And so when I was planning to take sports seriously in the next year, for CV point’s sake, I got this leg injury which will take less medication and more time to heal.
But the game has just begun, there is one full year to unfold before all of us, and I wait in excitement for the same.
Today’s class was special for me because our Statistics Professor happens to be from Wharton. I had this curiosity that when those schools have such exceptional reputation then is there really some differentiating factor. I must admit that I got to know one of the factors. Today’s class was much different from the types of class where you substitute values in equations and ‘EUREKA’. You discover you’ve got the answer.
And then in the microeconomics class we were reintroduced to microeconomics, very differently with the help of a trading game. So I reconfirm my joining ISB as a wise decision. As most people used to say, here you get to learn from amongst the best in the profession.
And continuing from my last post, the batch of 2008 continues to amaze me. For one full week our mail box was jammed with mails from people offering a helping hand or volunteering in club activities when no student body has yet been formed and even before the classes had begun. (Hmmm….. elections at the end of the first term)
Thanks God that the classes rushed to us. And with that came the wisdom and awakening that being prepared for the classes might not be such a bad idea. So for last three days the mail flow dried up like the municipality water supplies. Obviously those who started the readings must have finished reading those and so the celebration reflected in the party coinciding with the world cup final. And as usual I got to hear the loud music while this injury wouldn’t permit me being on the dance floor.
And as the party creatures blurred away in smoke, today there were different and determined faces carrying books and lap tops to their classes.
Being to class today also took me back in time, when another batch was flocking to LBSNAA Mussourie. That of the people selected in the batch of Civil Services ’99. And while some of my friends in Civil Services will be going to Mussourie this June and then to US for the Phase III training for the IAS Officers, I will have to miss the same.
And if I have sounded straight forward so far, I’m not and nor will the life allow it to be like that. Life continues to be wonderfully mysterious and confusing. It is like a lost mail, where you are never sure whether it ever reached the destination or not. And so when I was planning to take sports seriously in the next year, for CV point’s sake, I got this leg injury which will take less medication and more time to heal.
But the game has just begun, there is one full year to unfold before all of us, and I wait in excitement for the same.
1 comment:
Great post..Puneet..
Reminds me of my first experience of the statistics class...Prof Stine is too good.
All the best in ISB...
Sabyasachi (Co07)
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