There are a few things I really like about life at b-school.
Staying up late...Really late...arguing about life, was Hitler rational??
What if India would not have been colonolized ?? Is war good??
Going at 3 to get paranthas and then realizing there is a quiz lined up at 9.
And well, try and study for that (Which is not all that good, correction, not at all good )
Start reading Organization structure , leadership ZZZZZZZZZZ,oh yes,what
Was I saying…something about studying? Whatever.
But then the never ending argument….is there something called “Absolute Truth”??
Something which we all agree to as being right?? It is messy…too messy…
Just Gray left in the world, no whites, no blacks,
No one ready to listen, all I find is turned backs.
Whatever happened to the allegories, “Just one truth, the might”,
Everyone claiming, saying “My truth”, there goes another bite.
There is absolute truth, I try and explain,
People stare, faces sans features, washed away by rain.
One man murderer is another’s freedom fighter, they say,
But all I can see is crimson red, deluged by gray.
But who is to say, my absolute is absolute, nay?
Disappointed , I leave it, once more, for another day.
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