Just read this old post of mine by chance.

http://samraj.wordpress.com/2007/07/11/classroom-rants/

“Today I had an exceedingly packed schedule from 9AM to 8.30PM. And to add salt to injury, I had the worst “gas” classes imaginable such as “Soft Skills”, HR, DBMS and more crap. I wrote the following stuff during my GSBD (Global Sourcing and Business Development) class.

Why the fuck am I sitting in this class? I am not listening to anything he says. And he doesn’t seem to give a shit about it. All I hear are jargons like exports, imports, quality and such nonsensical words which for some odd reason make me want to puke. In fact, the entire class is a joke. Out of 46 people, there about 20 people in class. A few guys are recording (yes, they ‘record’) all the bullshit that the prof spouts. I’ve got nothing against the prof. It’s just that I’ve got nothing to like about him either. These ‘recorder’ dudes actually seem to enjoy this freakshow. Then, there are the few guys who try in vain to act like they’re listening. I also do this at times. It’s not the fault of these guys – years of education has conditioned them to act in this mindless fashion. Then, there are the others who do whatever they wish – read the papers, do crosswords, catch up on the latest gossip or like me, rant about the studpidity of the whole thing. To reiterate my actual point, what the fuck am I doing ?

PS: This rant was written when I was exceedingly bored, had nothing to read and was in no mood to gossip. But it’s pretty accurate for most boring classes anyway.”

And boy, I just found another definition of irony. The subject (Global Sourcing and Business Development) which I was so frustrated with is the closest one to my current job. Ha. I wouldn’t have dreamt of it then. I can now remember the old Sahib droning on about EXIM norms while I was ranting away to glory. There were about 10 students in class. The usual 3-4 guys taking notes in front of the prof. The rest of the guys playing around, sleeping or chattering at the back. And me, who had to sit in just for attendance and was just bored. I didn’t hate the subject. I just didn’t find anything to love about it. So, I just started questioning my very existence. Not in the universe or something. Just my existence in that class. And voila, a half-baked rant was born.

Now, I’m talking sourcing, development, strategy and stuff like that for more than half my waking hours. Life’s like that. You think something’s shit and it might just turn out to be something you like. And you will be reminded of the irony so that you just stop and think – “Life has a weird sense of humour !!”