MBA - an overview

Toddlers do not know what economics is,
Nor do they know what is "quant"
Infants do not know to market themselves,
Yet they often get everything they want..

Babies have never learnt mathematics,
Yet they know it when they have lesser toys,
They did not learn the communication cycle,
And yet they put forth perfectly, their voice..

Young ones have never learnt Maslow's theory of motivation,
But they are always ready to work and play more,
They do not know how to maintain accounts,
But they know very well, how many G.I.Joes and Green Lanterns they own..

We are not here to replicate our books,
Nor are we here to memorize age old theories,
We are here to learn and realize,
That we have it all in us, so live life freely, there are no worries.. :)

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