Such brazen mazaak udaing of the IIM(S)?
I stand outrageously maddened
incoherently angered
and by God (Allah/Ram/Jesus) am I ROTFL
Why not turn this into an unabashed lashing of the system failure by the institutes that teach the country's elite minds how to run the system? After all, PG needs a few Salman Rushdies to pen a few Satanic Verses ( much like the one in the begenning of this thread
) For long the 'GODS' have had their way, lets atleast give ourselves the consession of a mere say
.
Let me then be bold enough and dirty my finger nails in the issue that lies at the heart of the entire debate... the quota chakkar....Oh, let me use the tradition in vogue and narrate it as a story. We are, after all a land of great epics and sons of imaginative storytellers.
Bilkulnadaan ki kahani
Little Bilkulnadaan was born in a small town. Nothing wrong with his intelligence ofcourse, for he knew how to count when given tables of numbers and he knew how to interpret wierd diagrams and he had a good enough vocabulary to know the difference between
misstress and
distress (although one does lead to another
). So then little Bilkulnadaan nutured big dreams and in those big dreams he tried hard enough to fit in the entire campus of IIM-K
which was a stone's throw from his father's shop( tough task this...100 acres in all i am told
). He toiled day in and day out, and just so he did not miss out, he even toiled night in and night out. He moved from town to city in search of work and stayed in a 2 bed room house with 5 other IT coolies. Mock after mock his scores soared and so did his dreams. Now slowly, other IIM campuses began to find place in his dreams. Finally on D day with all the 7 IIMs ( yes ! S too would do, little BK was no greedy you see) sitting neatly side by side in his dreams, he cliced open the seal of the CAT paper. Coaching institute keys threw A out of his dream
(94 in VA was pretty poor you know), B decided his 3rd std marks werent good enough
I decided to copy B. Bechara got calls from L, K, and C. Back to basics it was. Little BK learnt how to speak starting from scratch, lest he mis pronounce a word in front of the IIM grammarians. The GD/PIs came and in C he was asked to solve a prbability sum which he botched up. A loud mouthed stalwart stole the show in the GD in L. But K went like a smooth ride. Fatak GD and maske jaisa PI. There was some justice after all. K could be a convert. But only just.
India though is a land of equal opportunity. Both the deserving and the un-desrving get their shares. S came out with a list. Little BK wasnt in it. He had just 79.50 in BE (a pathetic score to say the least, doesnt matter that he stood first in his university, he sould have had some shame I say!, 79.5?? what did he think IIMs were?). God's own campus stood alone in his dreams, shimmering in a distance, looking more like a mirage than a paradise. Supreme Court of India decided that was that. Little BK had had enough. The quota would be launched after all. Some
Little Mastkhalandar who had filled up cat form just like that, who had ticked the OBC column in 1 sec, who had managed a far lower percentile than Little BK, who had sat along with little BK in the GD and stuttered away to glory would now get Little BK's seat at K. Doesnt matter that while MK had timepassed with his firends, BK had burned the mid night's oil. Doesnt mattter that BK was far better than MK. The fact of the matter was, Little Bilkulnadaan had dreamt for a little too much.
Sad tale uh? :eh:
Happens far too often....
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