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In perhaps the most happening 8 weeks of my life, I have visited many new places and met a lot of new people from all walks of life; but perhaps the most impactful encounter took place in a Mumbai local. In all its hustle and bustle and even the chivalrous charm, the Mumbai local never ceases to enchant you. For every swear word that you blurt out there’s always a praise to go along. On weekends, along with my cousin I went and explored Mumbai to be left with memories that last perhaps the lifetime. On a certain such Saturday we boarded on the Andheri station headed towards Churchgate; the plan was to visit the Gateway of India. As the train left the station, a man began shouting in full volume swirling papers in an eddy current developed by his own motion. There was a donation box in his hand and my first impression was that he surely was mad. Sandeep Desai with his donation box Upon listening to the man for some time I realised that he was asking for some kind of do...

I have largely refrained from writing my MBA experiences in this blog; not because they are not worth it but for the fact that everyone has a little schadenfreude inside him and I didn’t want to feed yours. Without digressing further as has been the case in all the long answers I have written, spoken or listened to since getting here, I’d rather go straight to the topic. ‘The presentation’ was meant to be ‘the’ presentation for one of the most dreadful courses of my life. What’s more, it contained 10% of the most vital marks ever, which all five of us so desperately needed to pass the course. Yes, it was a group presentation for a finance course. The topic and all the related questions expected to be answered were clear beforehand; at least a month before the actual presentation. When did we start working on the final presentation? Yes, you guessed it right; the night before. Characters: IITian : A diminutive IITian; (perhaps) the most talented of the lot, famous for ...