One of our classmates Manoj had written poem on our journey of MBA and very well depicted our emotions, feelings and experience throughout 1st sem. It goes like below. An 'estimate’ of BITS WILP The bug of MBA, bit me the other night, It's never too late, it goaded me day and night. Broke some savings, paid for it alright, In earnest it started, My quest for MBA, rather bright! Bashed with oligopoly, cournot And Nash, Least she could have done, Was answer questions on time ! Then came QM, “oops” ing it's way in, He had an estimate, and saw us through alright! FMA was new, and knowledge her asset, Audio but remained though, A liability in her balance sheet! MPO just stormed and normed, On leadership and such lore, By the end of her sessions, I was “self actualized”! Weekends buzzed past, before I realised, Sem was over, and exams done with Me, for one, missed those exams this time, My opportunity cost...