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MBA ke side effects

You tend to look down upon people who sleep before 1 AM or who sleep for more than 5 hours a day.
Almost everything appears “GLOBE”
You lose your interest in studies during exams. In other times you don’t have time to study.
You love partying, even if you don’t actually like them.
You seem to forget what it was to ‘live something like life’
You may fall sick, if there is one day without any kind of slogging.
You may watch soccer and F-1 race just to be stylish, with no real interest in it
You are likely to be looked down upon if you are awake during lectures.
You apply theory of demand and supply to the beautiful girls.
You may discuss soccer and F-1 endlessly for the sake of your ‘image’.
You may hate any social gathering which is without any kind of booze.
You do all kinds of things for that extra point in CV.
You tend to apply all theory in places where not needed, and when needed you forget those theories.
You are in a position to give gyaan about anything under the sun, without having even a slightest inkling of what the topic is about.
The alphabetical part in any number followed by CTC is hated.
Corollary: Any number proceeded by the string ‘$’ is loved.
All things appear to end at the placement week.

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  1. thanx:)

    Well ... for every effect there is an equal and perpendicular side effect
    (inspired by Sir Issac Newton !!)

    perpendicular coz it is "side effect" :)

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  2. Another theory for this :

    It can be traced back to co-ordinate geometry. Slopes of perpendicular lines have opposite signs than the original line. Similarly effects have their side effects in opposite direction.
    So thew negative slope theory is relevant here :)

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  3. Well, I don't know; but reading the blog I get a hint as if most of the things people do/say are inspired by their race to keep 'up' their 'image' amongst others: but if this is true, then, OMG! Things are so 'hollow'!!! :o

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