As I lay in my bed, in Mitchell Hall at Cranfield apparently random thoughts run across my head. It was only two days back that I left India, my family & friends behind, for the (com)promised land and the degree of my dreams, an MBA.
People have been arriving for last couple of days to join the PreMBA that started today and it has been like I already know many of these people (The connect cranfield portal has something to do with it) but, the common threads that run are the threads of having left something behind, of being in new place, of a strange bond that Cranfield has provided. But most importantly its the thread of we all being students again, free from worldly obligations. Well, not so free as many of us have taken a loan to fund this MBA and many are here with their families.
Looking forward, a nice well-charted Pre MBA course awaits us and I am sure we all will have a fantastic time over the next two weeks.
Tuesday, 18 September 2007
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
Some more info on Cranfield
Update on Cranfield's rankings. Forbes has ranked the FT MBA program in the top 5 worldwide (Non US Schools). The ranking presentation is here.
Sunday, 12 August 2007
Cranfield.....a promising seclusion
Cranfield (click on the photo inset), a secluded place about over 
an hour from London along the M1 motorway promises to be a rustic, almost idyllic place. With its vast green spaces, clean and clear air, double storey houses and barnes, hardly any population other than the students and university staff will be a sharp contrast from India. Where we are used to gulping grey soot filled air, people hanging from absolutely anything that can be caught hold of in buses and trains, road artists trying to color everything red with their 'paan pichkaarees'.
But then, Cranfield will be away from my beloved parents, away from my little bro, away from my ever so caring friends, away from the buzzing and honking streets, away from the paani puri's and jalebi's, away from the 'B' and 'M' curse words. No amount of greens, clear air, serene environment can provide me the calm I feel in this chaotic world I live in today.
Because.....it'll not be home..... मेरा भारत महान
an hour from London along the M1 motorway promises to be a rustic, almost idyllic place. With its vast green spaces, clean and clear air, double storey houses and barnes, hardly any population other than the students and university staff will be a sharp contrast from India. Where we are used to gulping grey soot filled air, people hanging from absolutely anything that can be caught hold of in buses and trains, road artists trying to color everything red with their 'paan pichkaarees'. But then, Cranfield will be away from my beloved parents, away from my little bro, away from my ever so caring friends, away from the buzzing and honking streets, away from the paani puri's and jalebi's, away from the 'B' and 'M' curse words. No amount of greens, clear air, serene environment can provide me the calm I feel in this chaotic world I live in today.
Because.....it'll not be home..... मेरा भारत महान
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