The Great OB Quiz!

For last several days life has become very hectic. With so many companies coming for summer placements, everyday I have to wear formals and have to attend PPTs. On most of occasions companies are not even short listing me. This whole thing leaves me in a very contemplative mood. After every rejection I go back to my room, lie down on my bed and start staring at the ceiling. At times I try to count the rpm of ceiling fan, while thinking about purpose of my life.

I always wonder what kind of job would suit my temperament. I think I would love the job of being a male domesticated dog, just like Jango. (By the way day before yesterday I observed that jango is planning to start a family. My best wishes are always with him.) Or may be I would love to be an usher in a cinema hall. That ways I would get to see the first day first show of any mithun da movie.

When I look around in IMT and think about the most meaningful job being performed by a person, I think the security guard standing near J-block gate is doing the most fulfilling job. I guess his sole objective is to prevent all suttabaaj and daarubaj from opening J-block gate. At times during the acute crisis we have tried all persuasive skills to convince him to open that gate, but he protects the gate as if it’s a door to heaven and he has been asked to protect all menkas and urvashis from daarubaj like us.

There are other meaningful jobs in IMT as well but about them I would be able to write only if I am planning to make my life even more difficult.

All my friends are getting into this habit of being rejected and then feeling low. After guys feel low, they drink, and they drink like fish. So I have been drinking more vodka than drinking water for last five days. Mathew has discovered a new place, where one can drink without being disturbed. Ya… that’s rooftop of J-block. So for last five days me, Mathew, Deepak lie down on the rooftop, in minimal clothing. Mathew has also devised a new law, that friends should drink from the same glass. So he makes very strong drinks and we spend our night talking about OB, MM and other projects. If Mathew’s GF is reading this, then I want to tell her that Mathew has a very dangerous habit of walking on the railing of roof after drinking ten pegs of Vodka.

Today also they are all drinking at the same place while I am writing this post. I have decided not to drink till my end-sem is over.

The reason why I have taken such a harsh decision is a bit weird. I will tell you what happened. Sunday evening we came to know that there were two quizzes scheduled for Monday. Till now I had studied well for each quiz and could manage average marks. I was planning to finish my OB project as soon as possible and start my preparation for the quiz. Then the usual thing happened. Mathew invited me for Vodka. As he feels so low these days, I decided to accept his invitation. We went to a nearby dhaba, brought food and Vodka. I don’t know how much I drank, but I was completely drunk. I tried to do my FAM assignment after that, and then slept for three hours. In a B-school you hardly get to sleep, so true in a way!

Next morning I had a severe hang over, I was completely stoned and I could feel the presence of high quality alcohol in my blood. Somehow I could manage to login for the quiz. My vision was blur and I was almost in a state of a trance. Then OB quiz started. As usual I looked at the number of questions and time. There were ten questions to be done and time provided was twenty minutes. I felt relieved thinking that I would be able to complete the paper even with such high level of alcohol in my body. Suddenly Pushpendra Sir came near me and said: “good work Kshitij.”

“May be he is trying to be sarcastic after seeing me so drunk”, I thought in the middle of the quiz and I looked at him with those bewda looks.
“good work done in the project”, he repeated again realizing about my mentally retarded state of mind.
Before I could have reacted he was gone. After some twenty five years somebody complimented me for my work. I remember last time I was praised for the sand castle I had made while I was two years old. It was a castle in which there were doors from four sides…ok ok I wont tell you about the secret design of my castle.

So after Sir left me, I started wondering why he praised me, as it was a group project and Ankit, Shuryabir, Aritri and GV had given their blood for this project. They worked harder than me and they didn’t drink vodka also. In the quiz only I realized how unfair it is to give the credit to the captain if Indian cricket team wins from Bangladesh. After all its team effort, Boss.

My thought process was interrupted by the timer. I had done two questions in five minutes. I was a little behind time as there were two minutes for each questions. I did a few more questions with my stoned mind and all of a sudden the rules of the game changed. Three minutes left and I had to do twelve questions. Or may be my kidneys were working double shift and alcohol in my blood was coming down. I realized that I had read the instructions wrongly. It was ten minutes and twenty questions.

Suddenly I was in the middle of a crisis. But let me tell you folks in crisis if you have some vodka inside, your mind will work with lot of creativity. Answers were coming from my subconscious or rather unconscious mind. I finished the quiz in time and could manage to score really good marks.

It was an experience…really an experience to be remembered forever. Now I have decided that I will drink only before papers which require use of unconscious mind and which have ten questions to be done in twenty minutes!