I believe that I’ve found a new reason to become a productive renegade for a while and bunk classes with full conscience. The next couple of months, a bunch of us from b-school are gonna spend our time in finding creative ways to sponsor the dhum(for the non-tanglized, its called smokes,ciggies,etc) bills, booze bills and funding for every other activity that other b-schoolers would (or might, to be politically correct) indulge in. It’s called b-school competition prize money.
B-Schoolers, bring out the brains and rake in the moolah. Then get wasted (if you wish to)…. (again to be politi….whatever)
And who better to go for money than the corporate junkies who have been on the other side of the table at some point of time or the other? The spin machine shall set the ball rolling and I shall learn my lessons in management, albiet not in the manner prescribed by the evangelists…
For those of you wondering why I’ve spelled Latitude wrongly and put an apostrophe there and then uttered some , it’s the annual B’School fest of Great Lakes with a twist. Of course you figured out the 13′05 part.
