Confessions of a Marketing Student studying Finance!

The class was supposed to be at 10:50. I enter the classroom at 11.

The teacher is already in the class.

You sit quietly on the second bench with your friend.

You look at the presentation. 

The person sitting in front asks a question. You do not understand the question. You do not understand the answer. You fuss with your hair and then look completely blank. 

You are trying to study finance in the class and you suddenly want to get up and run away from the classroom, outside the building, outside the university outside the city, outside the state, outside the country, outside the planet........................well now that is like running up till too far.

You want a light years away of distance from you and the classroom. 

But what do you do?

You sit in the same room, with the same people around you, trying to understand what is happening around. You try to make sense out of what the person standing in front of you is trying to say. You maintain an eye contact, then you look at the projector pointing towards the powerpoint presentation. 

You then look at your watch and then look for a water bottle.

You then, check your watch and start looking at the person speaking in the class, who is trying his level best to make you understand. He speaks English yet it sounds Greek to me. I do not understand Greek, a bit of French, a bit of English Rap( it's tough to understand that), even some of Honey Singh's Songs. I even, understand a bit of transactional analysis but I definitely cannot make an iota sense what is going on in the class.

 

One of my class mates ambles in the class at quarter to twelve. He sits on the last seat. I look at him. He winks at me. I look at the black board.

I am considered to be intelligent. Though, I might consider myself a bit quirky. I do not go out on night outs with friends neither I am into getting wasted with beer and partying. I do not really date. The only talent I think I have is that I am curious and I want to understand many things. 

The class in a chorus asks the Professor to stop. He keeps on speaking as if nobody has said anything.

He suddenly asks somebody to stop using his mobile phone. The student reacts and suddenly the class wakes up for some time.

The drudgery of the class starts again in an uninterrupted way. The monotony opens its wings and engulfs every body just the same. 

During this class, I question my existence. Have I turned dumber by sitting in the class? Have I lost the feeling? Are things that tough?

I look at the person sitting next to me. He just asks for water. I oblige. Is he understanding what the teacher is trying to say? He says with a lopsided grin. "I do not get it too".

I smile at him and then try again to listen.

"Its a losing battle not a case of losing war." I tell myself that.

The clock strikes noon.

Everybody wails again. The Professor tries to explain "the last point". The students groan more effectively. He has to stop. Some of us put our heads down.The Professor takes pity on us and closes his presentation.

 

Everybody wakes up and attends the Roll call. 

I question the system. I question everybody else. I question myself. Did I just spent an hour wriggling out of this class? I could have done something quite essential and probably chalk out a new plan for myself.

 I could have probably gone home and slept a while.I could have read Al Ries and Jack Trout's Marketing Warfare.

I could have even sat at the ICH and had a vada sambhar with Pepsi.

I could have even socialized.

This was pointless or did I witness something eventful? 

They say we learn from everything we do but aren't pointless things supposed to be fun?Are we not supposed to feel revitalized after doing that. 

I should have run away when the thought struck me but I would never do that. Isn't this the way it all begins? Start considering life a burden and then living becomes a chore.

 

I put my thoughts away as the next teacher comes and then the class starts. The monotony soon vanishes away as I try to call out "Present" when my name is called again.