I visited a Business School lately, and it just reminded me of a factory. An overpriced factory, producing similar products no difference, just different barcodes, different flavors and running down the assembly line.
Everyone looked exactly the same. Everyone wore a suit and a crisp white shirt inside it, shiny shoes, gelled hair and cotton ties. For a minute, it was hard to digest what was happening around me. It felt like it was not a part of the world but some different race altogether.
Everyone stood in a queue, with one-hand-gap from the person in from of them, and were headed somewhere I couldn’t see, the line was too long and where they were headed was way too far.
I believe they were running down their assembly lines. It seemed weird. Like the faces were the barcodes, the specializations were the flavors and there was nothing special about anyone. They all seemed the same, no difference, no uniqueness.
So, I asked one of them, where were they head. He didn’t know. So I asked the one in front of him, and the girl behind him, neither of them knew, where they were headed. They just stood in the queue, without asking anything to anyone.
They did what everyone else was.