BI Norwegian school of Management is at Nydalen station. By conversations with people, their reactions, and finally confirming it later, I realized that it is the best college of country. If you go there, you must be a stud and also be someone who can afford it since many can’t. It’s a different thing that most students get one or the other scholarship like cakewalk there.
BI is no less and far far-far better than the most premium malls anywhere. They must have splurged some unclaimed wealth or inherited a mad man’s fortune. It’s a glass mansion with levels and levels of seating, cafeterias and labyrinth of escalators, elevators and rotating doors. Clearly marked areas, lecture halls, library, apparels, souvenirs, gym steam room, and what not. man!
We attended couple of classes- took ethics and other subjects on international negotiations, marketing communication and eco and dev history. Eventually I had to give up ethics and took environment out of some course compulsion. It is known and I will endorse it that Indian system of education is superior to most others. The kids are weird creatures who cram and cram and mark on oodles of papers and grasp nothing. They need to understand smart studying. It is as if someone gave them to grasp a book and after a week’s work, they could just internalize the preface. I feel unexplainable emotion at how bad is their hard work-return ratio. So much more worse than mine- a maggu kid!
The first class itself gave many reasons to people to remember me- for putting seemingly intelligent DP (destructive participation in IIM lingo) I had people coming and wanting to be a part of my project group badly. Haha, I wanted to tell that I will fly off to all over Europe and you will rib. I din’t ‘pair up’ with them. Two memories of BI are most fond to me.
One is meeting my college’s chairman there. I was travelling to Stavanger when he posted on my FB that he was in Norway with another of our professor. He had one of his friend’s in BI and was planning to meet him up. I realized his friend was my Marketig Communiation professor who incidentally knew me enough as ‘intelligent but always absent from class’ girl. Hence the last day was spent having coffee with my college chairman and then with the professor joining us. It was a very different experience. Very unlike Indian setup where I just sat with coffee and chatted with professors on all academic-personal issues.
Second was the memory of time spent in Akademica-the book shop of college. I was bored so thought of spending some time there. And there I got-probably the best book collection-just to my taste. I think I must have spent couple of hours sifting through them over coffee.
Both these things happened on my last day at BI. I hardly spent time in that college, but as protocol insist, I felt a little nostalgic and turned once to look back at that building before I entered the station building to go away forever.
BI is no less and far far-far better than the most premium malls anywhere. They must have splurged some unclaimed wealth or inherited a mad man’s fortune. It’s a glass mansion with levels and levels of seating, cafeterias and labyrinth of escalators, elevators and rotating doors. Clearly marked areas, lecture halls, library, apparels, souvenirs, gym steam room, and what not. man!
We attended couple of classes- took ethics and other subjects on international negotiations, marketing communication and eco and dev history. Eventually I had to give up ethics and took environment out of some course compulsion. It is known and I will endorse it that Indian system of education is superior to most others. The kids are weird creatures who cram and cram and mark on oodles of papers and grasp nothing. They need to understand smart studying. It is as if someone gave them to grasp a book and after a week’s work, they could just internalize the preface. I feel unexplainable emotion at how bad is their hard work-return ratio. So much more worse than mine- a maggu kid!
The first class itself gave many reasons to people to remember me- for putting seemingly intelligent DP (destructive participation in IIM lingo) I had people coming and wanting to be a part of my project group badly. Haha, I wanted to tell that I will fly off to all over Europe and you will rib. I din’t ‘pair up’ with them. Two memories of BI are most fond to me.
One is meeting my college’s chairman there. I was travelling to Stavanger when he posted on my FB that he was in Norway with another of our professor. He had one of his friend’s in BI and was planning to meet him up. I realized his friend was my Marketig Communiation professor who incidentally knew me enough as ‘intelligent but always absent from class’ girl. Hence the last day was spent having coffee with my college chairman and then with the professor joining us. It was a very different experience. Very unlike Indian setup where I just sat with coffee and chatted with professors on all academic-personal issues.
Second was the memory of time spent in Akademica-the book shop of college. I was bored so thought of spending some time there. And there I got-probably the best book collection-just to my taste. I think I must have spent couple of hours sifting through them over coffee.
Both these things happened on my last day at BI. I hardly spent time in that college, but as protocol insist, I felt a little nostalgic and turned once to look back at that building before I entered the station building to go away forever.
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