Love and MBA
Just now I read one comment on a site asking “why does one fall in love”. I tried to link it to many courses I am learning in my MBA. First comes economics – if there is no love, there would not be any demand of valentine cards, roses, songs, CDs and other crappy gifts people exchange. This will cause in more unemployment and less GDP. So love plays a big role in economic balance. From Accounting point of view, love is an asset which everyone wants in his/her life. Everyone wants a profitable love where one can increase his/her stake in his/her lover’s heart. From leadership point of view,falling in love is very important. Every leader needs a supporting spouse (Bill Clinton to Obama and Mahatma Gandhi to Rajiv Gandhi) who can bring love in his/her life. One who cannot love one’s partner, cannot love one’s country. In organizational behaviour, love is one of the major pillars for any organization. If there is no love, people may leave organization more frequently and there would not be any affection assessment required in the next semester courses. More over if there would not be any love, there would not be any sustainability course. Sustainability is all about love with the human being and environment. I don’t know what will happen to sustainability professors’ families if there would not be any love.
So love is very important for any MBA course. If there is no love, many Professors will be unemployed and students will be bored in the class without facebook. So please let love live and give us a chance to complete the MBA course falling deep and deeper in love.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Its dark out of the window,
And you feel even the twinkling stars are feeling bore
Fear, ambition, perseverance become your armor
And you stretch your arms to write some more.
When you learn two and two is no more four
While saying all the time “it depends”
Sometimes you feel like a leader in line
Even when you think – low grades, who repents.
A plane flies over the building
And the only friends are the yellow walls
You touch your dry skin to feel alive
And say aloud – a winner never crawls......
And you feel even the twinkling stars are feeling bore
Fear, ambition, perseverance become your armor
And you stretch your arms to write some more.
When you learn two and two is no more four
While saying all the time “it depends”
Sometimes you feel like a leader in line
Even when you think – low grades, who repents.
A plane flies over the building
And the only friends are the yellow walls
You touch your dry skin to feel alive
And say aloud – a winner never crawls......
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