It has been an exciting month of madness. With the semester exams behind us, the juniors have realized the eternal truth that to fail in SIBM, you need to work really really hard.

As we evolve as business leaders, I have an exit interview with God that attempts to convey a message to the Busy-ness obsessed people.

Shweta tries to find some method in the way days pass or that’s what I think the poem means.

The creative director of MM, Rahul Pillai lists out the reasons why he doesn’t want to go home for his holidays!! Is he serious??? Check it out.

Newcomer Aftab inks a passionate battlecry which sounds like You-Know-Who’s slogan from Harry Potter part 7 climax.

Richa sums up the semester that has gone by and what we could expect in the next semester.

Whatever happens in the next semester in college, we assure you that Madmag will be madder that ever before…

~Praveen V

Imagine there is no heaven - Da Macha

Yeah! You are damn right!! There is no heaven. Mythology suggests that good and a lucky few made it to heaven. But wait. What about us lesser mortals? I died 2 days back and am still standing in a special queue, waiting for my exit interview with God. How do I justify my life? In the hectic paced life, we seldom get a chance to justify our stance. Till the day the heart is tired of ticking, we are anxious and alive to grab what is obviously ours, whatever comes our way and probably pull off a percentage of what is meant for others.

“Da Macha! Da Macha!!” shouted the accountant Chitragupta.
I went near God and greeted him.
“Glad to meet you Macha” said God.
“Well what is you religion God?” I asked.
He was shocked.
I continued “I am an atheist and I question your authority to decide whether I will go to hell or heaven.”

“Oh Shut up!!!” shouted Chitragupta. “Already your life ka balance sheet is not tallying.”

“Well Macha” said God. “I am afraid you cannot be sent to Heaven”
I was shocked and angry.
“What do you mean? I have been a very successful businessman. Very rich. Very famous”
“Sheer madness Macha, to live like a wretch and die rich”
“But it was a rat race. I had to run along”
“Oh I see. You knowingly did things that harmed other people, to advance your own career. And you never spent time with your family”
I shouted “You don’t understand business God. Who matters the most to me – ‘I’. What is most important to me – ‘My success’. ‘I’ come before anything else in this world to me”.

“Oh really! Are you proud of stifling other people’s careers? Do you justify the immoral and unethical things you did as a businessman? On your deathbed, you never wish you had spent more time in your office. It is just a matter of striking the right balance. Learn to show love and affection to the people around you. Spend time with them when your family needs you the most. ”

I had realized my mistakes. In a hurry to be successful, I had done a lot of deeds that were wrong. How I wish I would get another chance to live. I felt sad. I cried.

Tears rolling down my eyes, I asked God “Send me to Hell God. I don’t deserve Heaven”.

Chitragupta came running and said “Godji, Godji. His balance sheet refuses to tally. He is still in Coma. We have no choice but to send him back”

God turned to me and said “Remember Macha, Enjoyment of the destination is in the journey. Ends don’t justify the means. Don’t just exist. Live.”

What a shame it would have been to die after slipping on a banana peal.

I returned back from coma, rushed to my office and signed the restructuring plan that will layoff 3000 employees, told the HR head to poach on the competitor’s Marketing team, approved the aggressive marketing initiative that will crush all the small and local players.

Once a businessman always a businessman.

Anyways I know how to handle God when I really die. My son wants me to attend his convocation. But I am very busy with a business meet.
Sorry.

~Da Macha

Method in madness - Shweta

They pass in ages
They pass in a jiff
Days, they kill
Days, they thrill
Each day that goes by
Questions me, why
I answer them
Day in, day out
These days
Those days
Days to come

~Shweta

On a holiday - Rahul Pillai

If Ayn Rand shot to fame courtesy her incredible work in the form of Fountainhead, in a few days I might as well give a shot at writing novels. Only that my book shall hit the stores (if at all it does) by the name Kettlehead.

Why??

Well, with all the steam building in this small, normally non-functional brain of mine, I could not think of a better substitute to the name. The steam, however, is not the result of watching the home made videos of Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee (I guess those videos are the only things Pamela is capable of making at home……and outside too!!!)
This steam is a result of the inevitable workout my brain has been put through to confront the same, somber days of examinations. But then examinations are much like marriages. Before even you realize the state of anarchy you are put into, you become used to it. I hope that’s the same that happens to me. At least I get to go back home and get some fresh air.

Home actually reminds me of the Holidays that await me beyond this Battle of Punepat, 2006. And before I further continue speaking about holidays……an oath. A solemn oath.

“I swear by the Holy Epic, “Marketing Management”, by Kotler and Keller that I shall speak truth and just truth.”

1.I don’t want a holiday. Nor do I want to go back home.
2.I shall so badly miss the Sunday morning lectures on Sick Sigma.
3.When at home, I shall miss Butter Chicken and Chapatti at NCC Canteen.
4.I shall miss the daily formal wear I dress myself in.
5.I shall miss all the presentations I get to make in a class.
6.And all other such kinds of fun that I get in college.

As words betray my mind to help me describe the agony involved in being far from this place for 2 weeks, am sure I shall leave with a really heavy heart. And without doubt be eagerly waiting for college to reopen. Until then, let me make a list of all the torments and horror I’d have to undergo in hell for the six big lies.

~R.Pillai

Song of the battlecry - Aftab

The enemy is one,

I am one,

My struggle for immortality just begun,

Look forward,
Move forward,
Fatality awaits the trembling coward,
That which blocks my mind is worthless fear,
Only semblence of sanity is but a tear,
Retreat and I will age,
Hesitate and I will die,
Shout out my name loud,
Oh brave son of battlecry....

Days but a blur nights are red,
Give me blood i continue my tread,
Fear is my enemy,
Chaos my friend,
My rage is relentless,
I'll surrender no end,
Many have fallen many still hold sway,
Craving for justice everyday,
Blood on my blade will never dry,
The crimson of my soul,
Oh brave son of battlecry.....

~Aftab

A semester gone by - Richa

We first stepped in to the precincts of SIBM with trepidation little knowing what lay in store for us. For several of us it was a welcome foray back to the campus life, for the freshers it was yet another two years before they finally plunged into the corporate world.

Aided by the induction program, the memorable outbound and freshers that really helped break the ice, meeting and interacting with so many new people all at once, all from varied backgrounds, diverse cultures and different places, making new friends was indeed a great experience.

The induction program prepared us for the arduous path that lay in front of us and the councils welcomed us to B-School’. Post the induction programme, it was back to the grind of the classes, lectures, presentations (for which I earnestly thank Larry Page and Sergey Brin). Several of us got involved in the Student council which pulled off admirable feats with due credit to the dedicated effort of both the seniors and the juniors.

Looking back, it certainly was an eventful semester was with the induction, the outbound, freshers, classes, Transloocent, the guest lectures, Summit, Addict, Summers, alumni meets, interaction with esteemed alumni, presentations, internals, Exams…

We wait and watch as the next semester will unfold bringing in new aspirations, reaching out to new horizons, scaling new Peaks…Admissions, CRPs, Summers, Transcend will be some of the highlights of the next semester which we are sure will be as happening as the first.

~Richa