One whole week of going to West Wharf, a place hundreds of light years away from my home, while fasting in this surprisingly hot week of August and going to field work to slums, hospitals, etc, made me desperately wait for that one Saturday which I could spend at my discretion.
But, it seems like IBA doesn’t like that idea. The course registration was supposed to take place on that very Saturday morning starting at 8 am. But what I call course registration here actually means…
...Waking up with sleepy, swollen eyes on a Saturday morning :’(…
...Refreshing the URL bar of your internet browser again and again and again for four continuous hours to find error messages of various kinds…
...Exchanging sms’s, talking to friends on the phone and discussing each others experiences with the system…
...Reading Facebook status uploads by fellow-ERP-victims, sympathizing with them and feeling better …
...Feeling that you have been placed in an unfair marathon – one missed course and there you see your perfectly orchestrated timetable burning to ashes.
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And after five hours of indescribable tension, frustration and failure – the whole system crashes totally. And we get to know that we will have to relive this e-nightmare again some day soon, and the very thought of it makes me want to return back to the traditional ink and paper and to escape IBA-Course-Registration-Blues!
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awww! it was so much easier in my time. u kids have it so hard. don't worry, it's iba's way of making u tough :)
ReplyDeletevery spot-on description!! and a very very tiring and annoying process!! Hope to get it over and done with soon!
ReplyDelete@lol, you sound like some middle-aged IBA graduate :P
ReplyDelete@kiran, i really want to hope so
don worry....it'll get over !!!! cheers
ReplyDeletelooks like i graduated in stone age. nothing like that happened 6 years back.
ReplyDeleteyaar one last time. bughat lo
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