27th july2009, 5:30pm: Brain is dead due to complications of overwhelming knowledge poured in a small space of time. And in its final hours it dealt with the pain staking logics of pricing strategy. Three constant lectures of 1.5 hours each has drained all juices from the mind, lecture seems to be big blank hard to fill. I am all ready to be free to pour down on my favorite place on earth, my bed. But there seems to be no respite the professor is sitting on my desk and is in no mood to stop, these guys are blessed with a natural wit to suck all glucose from your body and still smile at you as if you are being gifted with a world full of wealth.
In sudden change of events, he stops not to take attendance but to give a stare glare as my mobile is ringing. Oh! Bloody shit I forgot to put it in silent mode. I am desperately fumbling to take it out and cut the call. Anyways it stops its sound track; it was a missed call, and finally everybody has regained their smiles back including the monster on my desk. He takes the mobile from my hand asks me how to switch it off and gives a cute little smile, real intentions are hardly known.
His left hand goes up and so does my cell “I have a product, how much can you all quote for its possession”, now only I am smiling and everyone else are shouting, a missed call has brought the class to its feet. I am amazed to how strategically MBAs value an Rs3000, three years old cell to close to Rs 2000. Company funds will be going into safe hands. A final quote of Rs400 is accepted by the professor and the product goes into his pocket. A good exercise to demonstrate differences in value perception customers posses.
Wait !!, kahani abhi baki hai mere dost, so I make an approach to the professor after everybody has happily attained their freedom and ask for my cell. “Pay 400 and take your product” he says, I cannot stop smiling. No seriously, can I have my cell back “pay the price fixed and take it” he says again. What the f—k you got to kidding. Now I am suppose to pay Rs400 for my own cell just because some esoteric idiots came to life when the class was suppose to end. Well I kept pleading and he kept repeating the same phrase with a smile and then he went for the bus and left the college. Wow, what a stubborn piece of shit and now I am with no cell and my laptop is in service center for new speakers. I am virtually pushed 20 years back in time forced to live with no point of contact.
The professor did not visit college for the next two days and I started to feel like a villager searching for telephone booths. Pissed by the whole episode with ego level higher than suicide point, the decision was made; to hell with the cell, phone or no phone, nobody snatches 400 from me for a missed call.
After two days I gave him 400 to get my cell back!! As experts say in depth overs of cricket “you miss I hit”.
In sudden change of events, he stops not to take attendance but to give a stare glare as my mobile is ringing. Oh! Bloody shit I forgot to put it in silent mode. I am desperately fumbling to take it out and cut the call. Anyways it stops its sound track; it was a missed call, and finally everybody has regained their smiles back including the monster on my desk. He takes the mobile from my hand asks me how to switch it off and gives a cute little smile, real intentions are hardly known.
His left hand goes up and so does my cell “I have a product, how much can you all quote for its possession”, now only I am smiling and everyone else are shouting, a missed call has brought the class to its feet. I am amazed to how strategically MBAs value an Rs3000, three years old cell to close to Rs 2000. Company funds will be going into safe hands. A final quote of Rs400 is accepted by the professor and the product goes into his pocket. A good exercise to demonstrate differences in value perception customers posses.
Wait !!, kahani abhi baki hai mere dost, so I make an approach to the professor after everybody has happily attained their freedom and ask for my cell. “Pay 400 and take your product” he says, I cannot stop smiling. No seriously, can I have my cell back “pay the price fixed and take it” he says again. What the f—k you got to kidding. Now I am suppose to pay Rs400 for my own cell just because some esoteric idiots came to life when the class was suppose to end. Well I kept pleading and he kept repeating the same phrase with a smile and then he went for the bus and left the college. Wow, what a stubborn piece of shit and now I am with no cell and my laptop is in service center for new speakers. I am virtually pushed 20 years back in time forced to live with no point of contact.
The professor did not visit college for the next two days and I started to feel like a villager searching for telephone booths. Pissed by the whole episode with ego level higher than suicide point, the decision was made; to hell with the cell, phone or no phone, nobody snatches 400 from me for a missed call.
After two days I gave him 400 to get my cell back!! As experts say in depth overs of cricket “you miss I hit”.
2 comments:
Ohh Great .. did u really pay him rs.400?? did he give u a receipt or wat :P... or just the othefr source of income ??
Nyway must say that ur story telling capabilities have improved a lot.. but to pay for ur own story.. thts just unacceptable :)
its a true story....
I did have to pay him 400 and without receipt. He always says in the class that he is cheap and he once said "if u want to be cheap be the cheapest".
Well, hw far ppl can go to prove their worth.
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