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"Window of Opportunity"



Three credit hours you must attend,
the window of opportunity awaits you.
Study, but if you can't pretend,
this window is made for you, few!
Each class has a set of two,
have mercy on the teacher who has had enough of you!
Huge classes must witness splits,
for, the week becomes short of days ...
... but the window of opportunity is a test of your wits!
Marketing has taught you a lot,
apply an extension to this definition you have got!
It leads three stories down,
for a flight, so heavenly ...
... that would lead to a completely new town,
with this even your angels might agree!
With backbenchers differentiated shopping discussions,
these two (windows) were made for resulting repercussions!
Escape which you must ...
... for, ashes are for ashes and credit hour dust is for dust!


Disclaimer: At some point in time we get stuck in this 'Window of Opportunity' situation when we are forced to study an elective we don't want to, for example, Marketing majors are made to study a Finance  and HR elective while Finance majors too have to study Marketing ... Thus, this window seems to be the right escaping route ...

“The Day I forgot my I.D Card”


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When you join school or college many things make you known without which you are incomplete, quite similar is the story of our I.D card . . . yes it becomes a big story when you actually forget it.  

Just after 15 minutes of leaving home I realized that the adornment of my neck was missing . . .  my I.D card without which entrance in school is strictly prohibited, forget it and the school entrance will forget you . . . or you end up writing an application to the relevant office requesting them to puhleeeeease let you in because you never want to take the risk of an absence in a city where it rains whenever it feels like and where the baby tantrums of a buffalo echo with his crocodile tears leaking all the way from England . . . in such situations absences become inevitable.

Ok so I was panic-stricken and started texting friends and classmates while thinking to be honest with the guard and tell him/her that I forgot my I.D card or lie and enter wearing someone else’s card around my neck . . . Thankfully I had credit and an SMS bucket. My first text message read:

“Hey Sassi I am doomed! Forgot my I.D card. Kiya karoon?”

Sassi Replied: “Try showing them the library card ya office se take permission.”

I didn’t even have my library card . . . actually didn’t apply for a new one yet for MBA . . . 

I had sent various messages to quite a few people, another one read:
“Hey Aaqib, I forgot my I.D card can you arrange some girl’s card for me?”

I was confused whether to be honest or to fake it out and take someone’s card and show it as mine. None of these people were at school that very instance and I did not know what to do. Being a part of MBA makes you feel dispersed with no one around that you know that well and thus there were a lot of new faces that I couldn’t ask for a favour which actually was totally wrong. I then tried asking two more friends and later came to know that one of them had forgotten her phone at home. One of my last text messages read:

“Farhan I forgot my ID card. What to do?”

And Farhan had the best advice one could ever give a friend without an ID card. He replied:

“Oh . . . take someone else’s card to get in.”

I was thinking along those lines while approaching 100 and had been walking with a snail pace to find someone for help and I still didn’t know what to do. Part of my mind was thinking of telling the truth and wasting a lot of time in requesting entrance and writing an application while most of my mind was urging me to cheat and seek refuge in some female friend’s identity. But where were all those girls? Just then someone went by and I did what I had been doing throughout my bus ride this evening . . . I typed another text:

“Hey Maaz look back!” 

Unfortunately Maaz was on the phone and kept on walking oblivious to identity less surroundings. What the hell was I thinking? Getting in with a male friend’s I.D card while trying to convince the guards that this is what I actually look like or probably looked like in my past or maybe just now?

Just when I was replying to his text, “Kiya hua?” I found out that he probably had walked back from far away (90) to reply in person while locating my message that reached him some time ago, the proximity of which would identity my obese self in exactly the same place where I sent him the text message from . . . There was no one else around whom I knew, everyone else had seemed an alien for my helpless situation.

Well, he too suggested me to tell the guard that I forgot my ID card and that I have to get in for my class but I liked Farhan’s advice better it was just too cool to be ignored . . .

Okay! I joined the ‘human line’ entering the metal detector . . . whatever you call that . . . There were two girls in front of me who after getting their bags checked were extracting their jewel from, the ID cards because they obviously didn’t like displaying them and thus undermining their beauty. Some people especially girls don’t prefer ID cards to be there around their necks I don’t know why but why should they display? Well they have to. Why?

Just as he was returning my checked bag by the female guard he gave the same intructions to me he had given a few seconds ago to those girls (well they had their ID cards in their bags, I didn’t even have that): “Ma’am please wear your ID card around your neck while entering, don’t keep it in your bag, it should be displayed.”
I obediently nodded to his words and just barged in since he thought I had my card in my bag as well. He just didn’t realize how much I was perspiring and how pale I was with my speechless attempt at lying. DAMN! I just rushed in!

Just as I was entering another guard was scolding a girl who had forgotten her card and was faking it out telling him that her card was in her bag. Well . . . he had demanded that she get it out and show him in order to enter. Oh my God! Thank you for saving me . . . my self respect is more important than a mere ID card . . . but then we are all here to do the work assigned to us and so we should accept this attitude from dutiful guards as well, this one had the right to be angry. Oh my card!

Right now this card of mine is close to me, so close to me . . . very close to me . . . it’s hanging on this chair, I probably would even sleep with the card under my pillow and have ID card nightmares but I think I should keep it in my bag already!!! PHEW!!!

May I never forget my ID card again . . . may my self respect always be in the hands of God! Ameen! This is the self respect I was once willing to drop a course for . . .

"SZABIST Students unite to find Hope for Flood Victims"


The youth of a country is definitely it’s backbone and great nations are able to survive because of the efforts put in by their people despite any awestruck situation, be it a natural disaster or any other mishap. Similarly, during the hard time Pakistan is facing, it’s people are making sure that they support their brothers and sisters who have been rendered homeless as a result of the recent floods.

Similarly, students of SZABIST put in a great effort to extract the gems of our society. Yes!!! On road this time. ‘Azaadi Flood March’ is an activity that started off on August 14 blended with hues of white and green, revealing the true spirit of patriotism. It was officially inaugurated with the National Anthem sung by each heart and soul at the boundaries of Dou Talwar.

While the mourning nation witnessed it’s 63rd birthday, these students made sure they were out on the road for a good cause no matter what the weather felt like during this month. With about 70 students involved including the dean herself, Dr. Fouzia Khan , the day began with money being collected from people around the vicinity. Boys and girls walked brandishing flags and carrying money boxes they made. It was not just the rich in cars but generous contributors even included motorcycle, taxi and rickshaw drivers making each rupee count and it was just a matter of two hours when almost Rs. 113,000 were collected.

The following day, that is, Sunday turned out to be another trend setter for us as emotions poured in to support our flood victims and whether those on foot or those stopping their cars to assist, collectively pooled in a total of Rs. 267,436 in the same, 2 hours only. Camps have been set up within campus as well and this campaign will continue throughout this month. Non Szabistians are welcome too. Remember it is not just the effort of a single institute but of every Pakistani around!

This shows how united our nation is when we need each other through thick and thin. Each one of us is a brand ambassador for our country who aims at building it again and covering each other’s wounds.

It takes a very strong heart to watch news channels these days that broadcast the extreme extent of such a disaster and eyes brimming with tears no matter what age a human they belong to, it’s hard to hold back emotions when you see adults crying helplessly. Hats off to the army and to those people who are making sure they support as much as possible and lend a helping hand to those in despair.

This disaster has been far more severe than Tsunami, Hurricane Katrina and the earthquake of Haiti and the aftermath  is worse beyond imagination.

Below is a picture of a beautiful house that has been destroyed, quite a number of the victims were affluent people who owned bungalows and hotels but now unfortunately rendered homeless and brought on the ground. There must have been people who were more financially fit than us and those who used to give donations but now are worthy of donations themselves. 

Who will give them hope? Who will build their houses again? This is the time to help, step forward and make a difference!!!


“Some Idiotic or Possibly Funny Mistakes I did in my Finals”


My last day of exams was May 10, 2010 . . . a blessed day, a happy yet confused day, a thrilling day coupled with fright . . .it was all in one. Stupid mistakes done on this day being aside, I will remember it as one of the happiest days of my life though a final presentation and a final exam of an awful course that day really got to me and that course made me look forward to Summer but thankfully it was really the last day of the last days  . . . it was the 40 true and false questions that killed me that night . . .

It was Islamic Banking but with all due respect to my teacher I still feel there is nothing Islamic about an Islamic Bank even though quizzes worth 20 marks and students fried with negative marking did not make my thinking biased I continue to feel this way. As learnt from Business Ethics, it’s a capitalist world with us getting more inclined towards a revisionist approach . . . well, well my perception of something cannot be blamed on my Business Ethics teacher so here comes the disclaimer at the very beginning rather than at the end.


Arabic:

Starting from the idiotic and silly essay in my Arabic final exam I marked the commencement of foolish answers. There was an essay on ‘Al Baitee’ in our exercise book which meant ‘The House’, most of the students had learnt it in a parrot fashion to simply paste and regurgitate it from their minds. However, to most of our horror the essay question said, “Write an essay on your country.’

Now here comes my most craziest answer. I don’t know what went in and around my mind that I thought of different words I had learnt from the course while I merged Al Baitee essay into it. I could not think of a word that would translate ‘neighbour’ or ‘next to India’ thus China was there to let Pakistan in front of it. I knew I was ‘Ana Minal Bakistan’, Thank God I knew this . . . (how to translate I am from Pakistan), since I didn’t know the word for neighbour to make our country next to India, I placed it in front of China: ‘Bakistan Imamus seeni” (Pakistan is in front of China). 
I then elaborated that we have big cities and that we also fan ‘Marwahitunn’, ‘fans’ . . . Where was this fan coming from? Yes the ‘Al Baitee’ essay that had a fan in a particular room. The next word was ‘Jameelatunn’ (beautiful), now whom to call beautiful? Yes the ladies of Pakistan . . . I went on to write that the women of Pakistan are beautiful. Digestible? Wait now let’s go on . . . the essay then got embellished with some wild life . . . I mentioned we have chickens, ducks and big and beautiful eggs, the stress was on the word ‘Kabeeratunn’ (big) now. ‘Ba’eezatunn wa kabeeratunn fil Bakistan’ (Big and beautiful eggs in Pakistan), I went on to call the chickens beautiful too and the ducks, ‘Dajjaj wa Battatunn’, and yes we also have milk in our country. Something was going on in my head and yes it was a flood of Arabic words . . . I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to put my pen down and sweaty palms on the table to take a break to laugh at what I was writing though it seemed really awkward and insane to laugh in the middle of an examination going on a that auditorium, but I really could not stop laughing at what I was writing. It was time to pen down one of the last sentences of that ridiculous essay I was writing. I had to tell the examiner that I and he are from Pakistan, ‘Ana wa Antaa Min Bakistan . . . Kaifa Haluka Ya Ustaazi? Ana Bikhairin WalHumdulilah.’ (I and you are from Pakistan. How are you oh teacher? I am fine Alhumdulilah). Though I’m not sure about the second sentence but I think I wrote this as well.



Experiential Marketing:

Experiential Marketing final exam followed and even though that exam couldn’t have been worth an hour and a half I went on relaxing myself and answering all the way to the maximum time duration. I took a little more than 2 hours facilitating the oil spill from my head into the sea of Experiential Marketing answer script. There was a question about having an event for the graduating batch coupled by the experience that we could give . . . Experience SZABIST was a good learning ground but inspite of all the relevant stuff our teacher taught us I couldn’t think beyond a typical beach event because beach is something I am always obsessed with. The budget limit given was Rs. 50,000; therefore, I had to apply the trash of economies of scales coming from my head.
As usual, social media was to be taken assistance from, thus, FaceBook was something to educate the audience with . . . yes, yes an FB page where we would first create some hype based on the words as follows . . . and yes the name of the event would be SPLASH ‘a’ BATCH:




Splash ‘a’ Batch

It’s been a time of four year,
under SZABIST’s roof;
the time of togetherness and term report fear,
and interesting credit hour consumption.
Remember the copy paste intention?
When you realized plagiarism is a crime . . .
It now seems a nick of time,
when course phobia led to course withdrawal urge.

Remember the first day?
When the class would never end . . .
Graduation seemed far away,
and then your hectic life you wanted to lend . . .
Now sections unite as one batch,
as together we merge.
Cherish the ending moment of togetherness,
in the splash of entertainment you shall submerge!

I remember this because I had requested the invigilator for a blank sheet to help with some rough work. I took a sheet out of my bag and showed him that it was blank, well just to be on the safe side. Later I brought it along with me.
And yes, how can I forget animal over here as well? Saving turtles was part of the event. The logo to be printed in front of 90 and 100’s entrance was part of the deal, The thought about deal . . . the answer.

I was sure such a common event to serve as an answer would cost me marks and infuriate the teacher but thankfully the effect was no where to be seen in the final result. I was also cautious because in my first hourly we were given a question to launch a car and devised an answer based on a chocolate replica of the car that would be placed in front of super markets such as Macro and Metro etc. Later it was discussed in the class as being a wrong answer not just in terms of target market but cost as well. Moreover, my laughter during the discussion blatantly revealed that such a crazy answer was mine. My other promotion strategy was to place the car at Clifton’s underpass area with it changing it’s colour into the range it would be avalible in . What? Was it an animal . . . reptile? How silly of me . . .=D

My friend, Mehr Azeem devised an experiential event (final exam) for entertaining students and I have to agree that it’s one of the most unique ideas I have ever heard of; she wrote about ‘Term Report Bon Fire’ where students would get together and see their reports perishing in the fire they create. Now this is what a real entertainment would be.


Advertising:

One of the last blunders I did was in my Advertising final exam and would conclude that the soft corner of my teacher’s heart let me have a decent grade even though he would have wished to have a shot gun and have me in front of him while he was checking the paper.

There was a question worth 10 marks and it was regarding the topic that spiced up our worst nightmares . . . yes CPM, calculating the cost of a newspaper advertisement when there is a catch in the question  . . . ‘DO NOT INCLUDE EVERY COST MENTIONED IN THE QUESTION’. He had a nice early morning walk in the auditorium clearing out every student’s confusion; however, it wasn’t a difficult final at all. I would say it was teacher phobia for some while course phobia for the rest that would later result in potential anti bacterial treatment (some people know why I’m using this term . . . in relation with a particular character). We have had simple and to the point advertising hourlies but we had been too scared to expect an easy paper and that easy paper used to surprise the cerebral hemispheres out of our heads.

There was a question regarding types of ad agencies . . . Easy isn’t it? But who would have expected such an easy question. There was another one that said ‘You are the brand manager for National Ketchup and are supposed to segment the market, devise strategies etcetera etcetera’, Though I don’t remember the exact words but here’s the gist of it. Just why? Why? Why on earth do marketing teachers love this topic of market segmentation?

I almost applied the entire Ansoff’s Matrix in my answer I think partly due to my blind love for this matrix, I went on crucifying the brand with all my thought processes. Having a sleepless night before an exam especially an Advertising exam made a brain a blob of crazy ideas. I developed the market, penetrated through the strategy of penetration pricing and bogo offers and went into cities where National’s product penetration was low, I think I went to the Northern areas as well. MY GOSH! Not only this, I applied line extensions as well introducing flavours not thought of before from a brand of ketchup.

Once we were told by our teacher that pickle sales are the highest in Peshawar in Ramzan because they perceive this product to assist digestion. So where else to start from for my answer than from Peshawar and yes in Ramzan, with low prices to beat the competition already prevailing. I started off selling this product in my answer and went soft in my head.
I also devised a nationwide animated ad that would appeal to the mass audience where a tomato says ‘ Bara ho kay Ketchup banoun gaa!” (I will become ketchup when I grow up). What a ridiculous tagline by a tomato! Since animated advertisements are taking off in the local market my myopic thoughts could elaborate this.

Was this the outcome of not sleeping at all? I don’t know . . . At times I just don’t sleep prioritizing my work so that’s not a big deal but I so wanted to borrow the mind of a marketer that day. Well now I’m one too . . . whatever kind that’s a separate issue altogether. . . 

There was another question about how to be careful with a brand in terms of how social media has gained momentum . . . There was an international example where Kraft introduced a new line to it’s brand vegemite and did some crowd sourcing through social media and named it iSnack 2, it wasn’t appreciated and through social media much negative publicity spurred off.
But hey wait . . . local examples were needed and thank God I had completely forgotten about Vegemite or ‘help the over sharers thumbs down feature’ on facebook by Pringles.

There were some comments on Stings fan page that were later removed and were a great help in facilitating negative publicity for the brand. However, it was rather funny, a girl had commented that it tastes horrible and tastes bad also . . .well ‘shit’ was the word she used, I had saved the comment. She also elaborated that she got really sick and was on bed after three days after consuming Sting. Now this response helped me with the answer even though I think it tastes better than it’s competition.

After all the stew I cooked I was sure my advertising teacher would puke on my paper while checking and be delighted to award me a D . .. yes a D for Dog, let’s use a phonetic euphemism here . . . a D for ‘Delta’ . .. and no Alpha or Bravo or even Charlie for that matter . . .
My God! After exactly 2 months I remember what I did in my finals! Dinosaurs live in my memory . . . It could be bad at times as far as bad memories are concerned if any . . .


Entrepreneurship:

After doing such mistakes or rather trying out my moment of confused answers I wished I would become invisible and disappear, something I had been wishing for ever since my Entrepreneurship second hourly. There was a question for a business idea and then having a chance to meet a genie who would grant three wishes, however, that poor, poor, very very poor genie seemed to be bankrupt or rather got done with his bank balance paying off electricity bills to KESC that he could not offer any money or shares if wished for. Oh that useless genie I wanted to shoot right there and then. But I wished for invisibility to later visit Rembrandt’s factory and find out about their secret raw material used to manufacture water colours, my other aim was to sneak into teacher’s offices before hourlies and find out the questions compiled . . . Oh that’s evil, this was the purpose for wishing to be invisible. LAMENESS I know  . . .

However, the funniest answer was written down by another class mate who found the genie to be of no use at all and sold him in the market to at least get some money out of him. When this answer was discussed in the class we laughed our lungs and entire rib cages out let alone be our heads . . .


My business idea focused on having 'glow in the dark' T-Shirts . . . and I thought it was a unique idea especially for a place where we have a lot of electricity loadshedding but when I came home to Google it up I found that this idea actually existed on the internet and already capitalised upon, people have a habit of thinking their ideas are unique and one of a kind. Well, hello, your idea could already  be utilised in some other part of the world. As far as I remeber my tagline was "Hope in Darkness" . . . I know this too is lame haha.

After my exams were done I had literally started living in ZabDesk to check my marks, one course was remaining so let me be free . . . yes Experiential Marketing. .. and when it was uploaded I couldn’t believe what had just happened . . .I GRADUATED!!! It was one of the main purposes of my life . . .

May 25, 3:19 a.m I finally graduated with the last upload done on behalf of Experiential Marketing! Thank you Experiential for bringing my heart beat back to normal.




Disclaimer: If you are my potential employer this is what I had been doing . . . May God have mercy on your company. Ameen!

Teachers’ Respect is not limited . . .


You would have heard elders saying that teachers are not respected anymore as they used to be when they were kids. However, I disagree, teachers are still respected, though, maybe not all, and times have changed, things have evolved; they don’t treat by the crook, they don’t beat up students. Virtual beating could be harsher . . . *hehehe*

Procedures have evolved so have attitudes, they don’t beat you up if you have plagiarized, they simply award an ‘F’ that is worst than any form of beating and it might hurt forever as opposed to a simple punch or some spanking or a slap for that matter. However, such an ‘F’ is quite understood and reasonable for plagiarism plagues, people should get what they deserve.

Being a part of a business school when it came to opting for electives, people chose various courses while some ended changing their choices as well but what seemed surprising and disrespectful was an act shown by some students. Some of them have a habit of attending the class and gauging what kind of teacher it is. If you are interested in a course, you should plan to study it rather than testing the teacher.

During introduction in the first session some have a habit of saying, ‘I’m just attending the class but I’m not sure if I would study this course or not.” Oh well, genius why were you there in the first place? This is the profound level of disrespect one can present to a teacher, especially an Elective teacher, if you are not interested in the course and have brought your existence into a teacher’s class, at least don’t express how much you are disrespecting the teacher by saying that you are just here to see things around and might not study the course. And yes! It is considered to be a high level of disrespect.

There are ways of respecting this profession and I’m still proud to say that I belong to a place where teachers are still respected and there is not just one way of respecting teachers, respect is shown through actions not words. For example, some people would end up informing a teacher about their absence beforehand or if they need to leave early they would take permission, this is respect!

Some care free students, on the other hand, have a habit of making their choice between so called, ‘chill teachers’ and ‘difficult teachers’. Eventually summers are there for them as the coordinator understands their thought processes and just won’t allow to opt for some other teacher than the one assigned. Some students do have a habit of taking undue advantage of such thought of as ‘chill teachers’ and would end up availing a lot of absences or bunking classes thinking the teacher would not notice or wouldn’t bother. Mind you . . . Test this attitude with such teachers during term report presentations and serious assignments, what some might be considering as a chill person would end up being extremely fair, now . . . being chill does not mean the teacher isn’t fair. Just because they give you some room for creativity or leniency does not mean they would let you take undue advantage of them.

I remember I was taking a Summer course last year, the teacher was good and nice and thought of as easy by many. During the term report presentation, one over smart group presented an ‘already presented in the past’ report, they didn’t even have the courtesy of removing the previous group members’ names from the report and rather decided to paste a paper with their names. The teacher peeled off the paper and showed it to them. There you go . . . They got an ‘F’ from the so called chill teacher. Eventually, chill can even become cold when treated with such surrounding conditions. And term reports do not get completed over night . .. they might take weeks and even end up going beyond the word or page limit if worked on enthusiastically thus presenting the teacher with a nightmare to check . . . Knowledge is acquired not copy pasted . . .

A semester back, I had a pretty hectic day, I was in school since the morning, had my 6:30 pm class and the next day I had an hourly. Quite a number of students decided to avail their absence for that particular class to study for Brand Management hourly the next day. There were hardly 10 students in the class that day. I thought of availing my absence too since I hadn’t availed any for that course up to that moment and I also knew the teacher had seen us, many of us who won’t be in his class that day. I thought that was disrespectful if most of the students are absent from a class and that would make the teacher feel bad. I was silly enough to go to that teacher and ask him for permission to leave because I had to study a lot for the next day. He told me that a lot of students would be absent in class that day but then he also mentioned, ‘It’s your wish if you want to leave, you have your absences.’ Hmmmmmm . . . At least show your physical presence if most of your class mates are absent, I finally decided to stay, ‘I can stay up the entire night to revise for the hourly the next day . . . no worries, staying awake is nothing new to me.’ *not that I am a vampire but I can behave like one* I don’t know why I was silly and crazy enough to ask a teacher’s permission to avail my own absence but the fact is that I have never even bunked a class my entire life and it seems bad if you just run away from the class. I never even bunked my awfully boring Pakistan Studies classes in O’Levels.

Also respecting does not mean you never disagree with the teacher . . . you can and students do but in a polite way. In my first semester when we had our Management class I disagreed with my teacher that students at this age still need pocket money and I expressed my views that we can earn ourselves for petty expenses. I felt she got offended and disagreed with me, well the entire class did and I still disagree with all of them but that does not mean you do not respect your teacher by disagreeing with what he/she has said. Use your brains and hands, depend less on parents, you can earn at home by being a writer, there are many options for availing your skills.

With social media gaining momentum, teachers and students have got more to having friendlier terms than just having a student teacher relationship; however, there will always be a thin line between respect and crossing that line.

I believe, this is a profession worth tremendous respect and teachers are still respected even to this day, it’s just that some leave a lasting impression on us in shaping our capabilities and some don’t. And enjoying such respect and a profession worth so much, I would want to see myself in such a position some day.

"Three Hour Classes"


I wear glasses to observe the masses,
 all I do is sleep in classes.
Don't shift me from the last row,
 nowhere else would I want to go.
Three hour classes lull me to sleep,
 no one disturb my slumber so deep.

2012 and MBA



If the world ends in 2012,
I won't waste money on MBA.
If predictions come true,
I shall soon put my books away . . .
Swimming for life would become my norm,
jungle resident would become my crazy, nasty form.
I would fight for traces of land,
grow a farm and steal neighbours' chickens to expand!
What's happening?
Oh the Earth's crust, the Earth's crust . . .
. . . it's the elite generated quakes for power's lust.
It's their hologram for eternal mess,
but Freemasons would never confess!
They must create hype,
to see their capitalisation go ripe.
But if the world really ends into pieces,
why waste time for another crazy Thesis?
I must learn the jungle language too;
'Yabaadabaa doo','Yabaadabaa doo','Yabaadabaa doo!'
I would miss my education,
for it tried to change me . . .
But in it's efforts I graded it a big 'C'.
Ocean waves, skies and land await this late December,
for it would turn into 2013 and jerk people off their slumber . . .

"How I got an F"


Confession of a BBA Student
How I got an ‘F’

I live my life off others,
for work and studies . . .
We attend school at the insistence of mothers;
and waste time with buddies.
Hence, it is the story of my grade ‘F’,
as class lectures land on my ears so deaf.
Yet PowerPoint slides come to my rescue,
as studying from the book is the demand of a few.
I am thus a parrot of such learning,
time sensitive studies result in my grade earning.
But ouch! There exist some teachers, who go by the book,
all they do is treat chill programs with their crook.
Alas! They set up marks for class participation,
but dozing off in class is my stance for competition.
Exceeding absence limit is my charm,
and approaching the coordinator shall bring no harm.
Hey! I know I’m cool,
I realized not . . .
until the disapproval proved me an ‘ignorant fool’,
Now I’m a ‘good’ so unsought.
There comes a time of the term report blast,
when I seek ‘copy-paste’ opportunities so vast.
My teacher’s short of time,
thus, for another course I can happily last (assumption).
I realized not . . .
until I saw my name on crimson background,
Now ‘Ctrl + V’ haunts me like a crazy hound.
I was a chilled plagiarism plague,
but my teacher’s slow watch was so vague.
He had the time to read my report,
and drag me to that ‘F’ port.
Product line extensions I have applied,
to my degree I pursue with gleeful pride.
This my friends is the ‘F’,
for which I had to be blind, sleepy and deaf. :)

By,
Hiba Moeen

Disclaimer: This is a general reason why some of us get an ‘F’. Thankfully, it does not apply to me though. :)

Initial Stages of Zab Semesterosis (Zee's)

Alas! Here we witness the launch of a new semester at Szabist, luckily for people like me it's the seventh semester and the last year of BBA but for newcomers . . . Well, my dear friends, the cats are already there to welcome you at lunch, however, they are your guests not your hosts.

Seventh semester has charms and grievances of it's own, one of them is a symptom or rather a disease known as 'Zab Semesterosis' abbreviated as Zee's. Not only senior year students suffer from it's initial stages but all new semester entrants are it's prey. Recently, we are at the initial stages of this critical illness.

This is characterised by some obnoxious term projects and entire days spent in the campus. However, the butter churned out of us and the hypoglycemic nature of projects do reveal some outcome by semester end depending on whether we were group leeches or group workers . . . Yes exactly, in simple words it would mean whether we were those opportunists who capitalise on others' efforts and do nothing or those who shed all those extra pounds working like hell. The latter happens to be a co-branded feature of my sweet tooth which I do not find dragging me to potential negative effects of having cravings for just anything sweet.

'Leeches' has been the favourite word of our business communication teacher, Ms Taha Kazi which she provocatively used in order to describe those students who are reluctant to contribute anything in group projects and gleefully avail the hardwork of those who actually work, thereby, only gifting projects with their names as supposedly renowned brand names.

On the other hand, our brand management teacher went on to describe an entire scenario explaining the outcome achieved when there is a group of five people working on a report or project. According to him, there would always be a student who would be ready with a car and yes his only contribution would be his car (dad's car more precisely), another one would be willing to bring in cold drinks, the third one would watch television on behalf of the other group members, while only two would work. Given such a scenario, big groups emerge to become non contributing and obnoxious members of the society and hence our teacher like many others refrained us to form a group of more than four people. Well how thought provoking. At times individual assignments could put you more at ease.

Experienced teachers' most frequently occurring, taunting tagline is, "We have been through the same stage, we were students once just like you so we know everything that you can possibly do . . . "their course outlines, their students, those books they teach from and the jokes they crack become part of their 'Monolithic Branding'.

What makes the seventh semester unique from former semesters is the comparatively higher number of fourth time slot classes, that is, classes from 6:30 pm to 9:30 pm, at times three hours of agony and at time three hours of fun. Most importantly, the 'ELECTIVES' are here and there is an outrageous possibility of having regular elective classes on Sundays. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz. . .
God help us, even so if we are unwilling to help ourselves. Amen!

Say what you do, do what you say. However, this becomes contradicting when we actually experience some of our elective classes. Quite interestingly, a number of students deviate from the electives they chose in the previous semester, so here they are, with a feeling characterised by guilt and adventure, by laziness and excitement. I happened to be one of those who deviated and was having nightmares regarding electives, nightmares more excruciating than electricity load shedding and I would wake up in the morning with a dry throat and mind lubricated by the recent nightmare.

As per our Sales Management teacher, Mr. Colombo, "Electives are the courses that you have elected for yourselves and not those courses that are forced upon you." Still I felt blank when he asked me, "Why Sales Management?" To that question my lame reply was: "There was no particular reason of opting for this course, I just want to study it. . . but by the end of the semester I would definitely get to know why I chose this course." My intentions weren't rude, however, any teacher with a normal Karachi temperament would have loved to spare his shoe to aim at me and this is where I had deviated from my previously chosen electives, I had not selected this one but want to study it now. Part of my mind was lurking back at the time when I was working in a call center as a Sales Executive because of which I thought this course would be equally boring but surprisingly, my first class turned out to be pretty interesting and urged me to continue with this elective though on Sunday.

So the journey to Szabist begins every day which is rather excruciating, especially during the visiting hours of Jinnah hospital. My joyride, a public bus, is embellished with the target market of this hospital . .. the same (shuttle cock burqa and running nose children with lice) target market which I at times get to shout my lungs out at . They have a habit of stepping on my shoes, staying on my shoes and throwing their entire mass and bulk on me. Stepping on my Hush Puppy Shoes is like stepping on my uncontrollable nerves. Still I save my lungs and their bronchioles as they are already in use as a result of obnoxious passive smoking.

This is a part of a personal touch of the first stage of Zab Semesterosis or rather Zee's that I am suffering from and the stages would simply enhance. Same is the disease condition of the other Szabistians who are handling it their own way.

Services Marketing is a wonder of it's own kind especially with the teacher (Mr. Shah) who has consumed a number of marketing books in his explicit and sound memory and expects good interaction from our side too. Here occurs a test of our prior reading for the class. Oh yes. . . we should be equipped with text books in Services class, bringing books is not just refined to school going children. Those who annoy him are branded 'BUFFOONS' which eventually all of us do after forgetting what our demanding teacher taught us in the past. Therefore, we are all his pet 'buffoons' :) at times he, though a wonderful teacher becomes a source of terror for us, all other teachers who didn't ever know him have finally got to be indirectly acquainted to him as most ly and in between classes Mr. Shah and his projects are a center of discussion, the centrifugal force.

Then come the elaboration of those Services Marketing's tremendous and mighty projects! If we die, we are heading straight to heaven. . .

One of the greatest symptoms of the disease, 'Zee's' is the bombardment of projects by teachers that they do while endorsing their first strike position at us and we are the students catching up this disease and trying our best to refrain from potential doomsday that they keep scaring us from. It's always easy to get a 'D' and its easier to get an 'F'. Lets brace up ourselves to find a cure from Zab Semesterosis :) . . . Happy studying for good grades ! Well this is the cure.






"Confession of a BBA student at Szabist"

10,000 times I do the same mistake,
what's left is my grade at stake.
Imparting knowledge causes no change,
however, I would get a degree in exchange.
10,000 times would my teacher correct my mistake;
but the same mistake I would continue in exams;
yet comes my teacher again to fix up our RAM's.
Crossing 70 would let me breakeven (just pass with a C),
'No gain, no loss' would be my sigh.
Contribution per hourly would be so uneven,
then why keep my expectations so high.
Relying on n-1 is my norm,
'Best when chilled' is my form.
Education tried to halt me,
to possess me, and to fault me.
Yet here I am,
transferred to the next semester with constant units of mistake,
with abundant materials and knowledge conversion so fake.
I keep my fingers twisted in a cross,
rolling into semesters and gathering no moss.

By,
Hiba Moeen.