I couldn't think up a synonym for 'novice' starting with the letter M (more on the reason for that later), so I decided to google it. I chanced upon the "Sunday driver" and it struck a chord (though thankfully, not a lamp-post).
So the Sunday driver is Moi in this case. I am taking two marketing courses this term, and for those two hours of this dreary MBA life, I am happy again. I stop feeling dreadful and inadequate and out-of-depth, and just enjoy the lectures.
When I first studied marketing, I was infatuated. My mind seemed to work in the classroom and I never-ever felt sleepy. And all of this, even without coffee! The marketing course in the second term was somewhat less exciting, but the crush persisted nonetheless. I decided to take relationship advice from the only friend who I knew had also courted marketing at one point in his life. He asked me to take it slow. I did. The absence of any marketing courses in the next term helped, but I was thoroughly miserable.
Now marketing is back in my life, and I am (almost) sure this is love. Can this become a relationship? Can marketing be The One for me? I do not know yet. But I am determined to find out. The path is still unchartered, the feelings yet to be analyzed in depth, but I will give it a go.
I know I will be up against the marketing mavens (hence the search for a synonym for novice starting with an M, to describe Moi), and India being the toughest arena in the world right now, getting a job will not be an easy task. I am a Sunday driver competing in a race with the regulars. The ones who honk if you take more than two seconds to move when the traffic signal turns green. The ones who know all tricks in the book to side-step and overtake you. So I have to find a road I am familiar with. I have to figure out that out of all the roads I have walked on, which one provides me with an advantage in the race. Reminds me of the 'Dastardly and Muttley Show'.
The race starts in 3-2-1!
So the Sunday driver is Moi in this case. I am taking two marketing courses this term, and for those two hours of this dreary MBA life, I am happy again. I stop feeling dreadful and inadequate and out-of-depth, and just enjoy the lectures.
When I first studied marketing, I was infatuated. My mind seemed to work in the classroom and I never-ever felt sleepy. And all of this, even without coffee! The marketing course in the second term was somewhat less exciting, but the crush persisted nonetheless. I decided to take relationship advice from the only friend who I knew had also courted marketing at one point in his life. He asked me to take it slow. I did. The absence of any marketing courses in the next term helped, but I was thoroughly miserable.
Now marketing is back in my life, and I am (almost) sure this is love. Can this become a relationship? Can marketing be The One for me? I do not know yet. But I am determined to find out. The path is still unchartered, the feelings yet to be analyzed in depth, but I will give it a go.
I know I will be up against the marketing mavens (hence the search for a synonym for novice starting with an M, to describe Moi), and India being the toughest arena in the world right now, getting a job will not be an easy task. I am a Sunday driver competing in a race with the regulars. The ones who honk if you take more than two seconds to move when the traffic signal turns green. The ones who know all tricks in the book to side-step and overtake you. So I have to find a road I am familiar with. I have to figure out that out of all the roads I have walked on, which one provides me with an advantage in the race. Reminds me of the 'Dastardly and Muttley Show'.
The race starts in 3-2-1!
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