Business school appears to be an exit from the vicious cycle of forced aspirations and software defect reports. But the pain of writing essays along with MBA applications -- the crap about being motivated to excel at excelling and work in teams -- is comparable only to reading feminist rants about menstrual cycles. Worse yet, one cannot honestly write, "I want to do an MBA because I have fucking had enough of null pointer exceptions, I like bullshitting and am a natural at that, and want to be paid obnoxiously high for it so that I can buy that lakefront villa and a BMW." And after two years and a $100K hole in the pocket, one would realize that he has traded a relatively secure coding job for a "move up or move out" style ultra-competitive McKinsey shit.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Although my ideal career aspiration is not 'a waiter in Mayavaram Bus Stand'. I really want to be (a) House Husband (b) My Hero (c) Panchayat Board President in Kalidakurucchi with a field, pump set and 4 chinna veedus (d) SBI Officer - in that order.
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