Student Corner

On a matter of basic human nature, we are forever in a quest looking for the best version of life. The ‘Perfect Fit’, is a dream and a goal. It’s what we aim to achieve. The perfect job, the perfect partner, the perfect house and the perfect image of what life, is supposed to look like.

“The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel” – Steven Furtick.

Kashif Saeed shares his opinions on work-life balance, where big data is heading, and what JSOM students can do to stay ahead of the game.Kashif Saeed shares his opinions on work-life balance, where big data is heading, and what JSOM students can do to stay ahead of the game....

This is the fifth 9 AM lecture I’ve missed in a row. Should you be worried? Is this another one of those depression induced lay-ins? Or is it just another late night of listening to indie rock and playing Cards Against Humanity? You saw me last night, I seemed to be alright, my smiles were...

When I look at you, the words fall out of my mouth like waterfalls,

It’s like I don’t even have to try,

Like the joy you get walking past puppy-petting stalls,

How I could just grab you and gaze into your eyes.

Wherever I go or whosoever I talk to,

They say...

I last night reading Antigone and Oedipus,

The Greek Tragedy, the Epic, the Romantic, his adventures at Colonus,

I spent last night awake, listening to Vivaldi,

Soaking in lives lived long ago, in that little melody.

You know, when you’re joining college, there’s...

Kashif Saeed shares his opinions on work-life balance, where big data is heading, and what JSOM students can do to stay ahead of the game.Kashif Saeed shares his opinions on work-life balance, where big data is heading, and what JSOM students can do to stay ahead of the game.Kashif Saeed shares...

For once, I’ve been taken out

And opened on a desk –

I’m excited, this kind of attention

Is reserved for a test,

And suddenly it seems as if

I’m covered in writing,

The anxiety is evident –

The pen’s nib is biting;

These aren’t doodles...

A tough year! A tough year, indeed! All was good, and all was bad, and what I was left with in the end was a feeling of exhaustion, more than anything else, which might have been dominated by despair, but had traces of skipped heartbeats, shy smiles and even extreme euphoria.

This is the tenth poem in a series of poems that explore what the commonplace objects in a student’s life would say if they underwent an Enid Blyton-esque change overnight, and could speak.

Long before my white had faded,

A simpler time when I was not yet jaded,

When my...

This past year, I’ve been fussing almost everyday about turning 20, completely hating on the thought that I’ll be done with my teens. Now that it’s official and the celebrations are done with, I’m mourning the fact that I’m no longer a “teen”.

She was twenty-seven, high on fever as she sat near the bed tired of a full day’s work. The bed as if looking back at her, gave her justifying reasons to lie her weary head and tired limbs on it. Yet, she refused to give in to her desperation for rest and looked the other side...