My Initial Experience at my B-School

Came I here to the great institute,
Hidden were the surprises as they were mute.
New ones around were getting crucified,
Sleep was luxurious and no more a free ride.


Impression of smart work was shown good enough,
Success was made as a function of bluff.
Crying is the soul of book and pen,
Carrying the laptop now looks sane.


Life but principles was patronized high time,
Piercing through high sea was matter of prime.
Good things are due to come soon,
Prosperity is blessed after every ruin.


However, good things are also there;
But tendency for ghastly, rather nice, things to share.
Hence I started focussing on better things,
First one was when a boring class' bell rings.


Fast and first - drummed around,
This is an adult world which I had found.
No where aloofness was showered with clemency,
Always, teamwork doesn't become synergized agency.


Economics, Statistics, Law and Accounting;
On us, their pressure, was steadily mounting.
Overlooked was risking the dignity,
And this made me to taste life's salinity.


And I learnt - life hinges on these sharp things,
May not be true for all human beings.
My courage was beaming from deep inside,
Whatever happens - don't strand your own side.


With that notion, I looked for opportunities;
Let’s exercise and bring ourselves some utilities.
This kaleidoscopic life has lot to give,
To obtain that, courage is the thing to conceive.