The CAT fever has recently settled down and the results of your year-long sins will soon be out in the next few days. Some lucky chaps amongst you, will miss out on the interview calls from the colleges of their choice, and will continue enjoying God’s precious gift to them- ‘Their Life’. But, some not-so-lucky ones of you would be trapped and end up with a fantastic CAT score. You, believe me my friends, will be the chosen ones. My utmost regards and sympathies for you. Out of thousands of applicants who tried to slaughter their happiness this year, the Devil has shortlisted you to actually do that.
So, why MBA? In the subsequent months after getting your CAT scores you will find yourself all occupied, discovering an answer to this lame question. You’ll spend hours to introspect your own boring life in an attempt to ‘connect the dots’, which have led you to the path of Management Education. A walk down the memory lane will soon make you nostalgic about your golden era filled with pride & glory. You’ll dive deep into the endless depths of your past, and find all but a convincing reason for doing MBA. The reminiscence of your good old days will make you wonder why you are even here, sitting in a filthy room, preparing for a silly interview, in which you’re anyway going to lie out loud.
Nevertheless, one fine day, you will somehow, by using your wit to the best of your potential, manage to fabricate a naïve but apparently convincing explanation for your inclination towards MBA. An explanation, which you would know, is totally flawed but your presentation of it, if satisfactory, can still get you inside the classroom of your dream college. Your (mis-)fortune for the next two years would lie solely on your performance in front of that interview table. You would prepare to give your best shot and leave no stone unturned for that one single chance. A chance which you believe, would compensate for all those mistakes you had done in choosing your career path. A chance that you believe, would take you back to the ages of your long-lost pride, glory, and of sheer satisfaction. That chance of yours, my friend, would soon arrive.
All set and prepared, you’ll enter the interview room and exchange the pleasantries with the traders of your falsehoods. They, in turn will shoot at you, an incessant set of questions, in order to examine your tall-tales from different angles. For the next half an hour, all your pseudo-intellect will be put to test, and you, like a true warrior, would face them head-on with your lies. A sense of satisfaction would pass through your heart as you emerge out of the room as winner. Finally, you, with your hopes held high and fingers crossed, will head back home, anticipating a positive response and wondering still over that stupid, yet unanswered dilemma: Why MBA?