MBA Doucebag

“Middle school English teachers are important.You always remember them the most.But wouldn’t you rather be an academic ? A few of my friends who did their master’s in Eng Lit often turned to that.Of course, that only works if you share an innate love for words and language.”


So the above message, is one I received from a person belonging to a category I’ve dubbed “MBA Doucebag” and I think it’s perfectly fair since I’ve been dubbed “Unambitious School Teacher”
Now, let me not be coy, I haunt a dating site. A popular one. Online dating isn’t a very accepted concept in India and most people shy away from it because they think the whole concept is dubious. I don’t blame them. In a country like India, it’s hard not to be paranoid with the state of affairs in our country. We don’t even need to look at the rape statistics for it; you know how absolutely bigoted, chauvinistic, misogynistic and a lot of other “feminist” words like that a large group of men are going to be the  minute you step out of your house.
The virtual world is no better.
A very, very large number of profiles there would assume no sane girl is on a dating site looking for new friends or a fun date or an actual relationship and if she wants to be online to get to know like minded people she’d like to have casual sex with; *gasps* that would just reinforce how the “good” girls won’t be on an online dating site. So, “hey baby wan fuk” and the countless other versions of it are what your inbox is likely to be flooded with.

God help you if you’re bisexual.

But no, this was about the MBA pricks. Why on a dating site, would I care if you went to a fancy pants business school? Why would you flash it like a badge? Fine, I know it looks impressive on a resume and I know other business school types might like that maybe even women who like the business school types, but why let me know what a fantastic business school you’ve studied in while being patronizing about a job, a profession that is mine and that I really enjoy?

I hate how they look at everything that is valuble in terms of money. Words like Scotch, South of France, Satyajit Ray, Jazz, Murakami- those are carefully constructed words they’ve worn, like the expensive suit they bought, but would only put on to impress.

I sound like a child.

I don’t like you MBA Douchebag, because you’re a caricature of what this world has become and the world can be so much more. Not good, not perfect;  just more than the pretty packaging you are.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. vishalbheeroo
    Mar 20, 2013 @ 02:51:14

    Diksha!!! Bang on! You just said it! Dunno why the mavericks quantify every thgs in money terms and for them even if you joining dance class or watch cartoon, they’ll assess how much you will lose by just sitting on the couch. Entertainment has value!


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