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Why that MBA

I was asking myself this morning why anyone would want to do an MBA. And here are a few answers I can give to myself:

He is not happy with his job; he wants more responsibility and something that has more impact. But, is that all? Perhaps, no. He is not so fond of working in a big office with a hundred others seated together and working for 'clients'. The MBA can solve the former two problems but the latter?

He is not satisfied with the money and wants more. But why MBA? With the amount you invest into an MBA program, you could start out your own business. Risk? Well, big risk but big return. So you want to play it easy? But you would want something that has more impact, wouldn't you? Case 1. So go out there, change the world. Do a PhD.

He wants to change the world. Yeah, so do that MBA. Get on the Board of some very big company in India after two decades. With growing competition, you would do just well enough to actually save your own ass than save the world. Stop that world changing crap. Those days are gone!

Mother Teresa syndrome? Invest all the money into a reputed NGO and get on the Board. Do something worthwhile and remain happy for the rest of your life.

Daddy Mommy pressure? Ask them to walk along with you as you walk into an office wearing a suit and tie. So they would like to see their son wear a nice polished tie and suit, drive his own car to office and claim to be parents to a son who has in his own way won social admiration. So why not become a politician? Why restrict yourself to a particular community, zone, geography? It's never too late to become a politician. Wait, you'd bother with all the money-mattering and society-shattering scandals? If money doesn't matter and society concerns, why an MBA? Social work or Civil Services is your answer.

Honestly, I don't know why I ever wanted to do an MBA. Now my mind is clear that I don't want to spend two years of my life doing something that would require me to just wear a suit and tie for the rest of my life. I would rather spend two years with a band making my own music. Long term investment, great satisfaction and happiness galore. And, well, since what you sow is what you reap - might just make a fortune out of cutting an album.
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