The Dog Days of IBA

Posted on September 2, 2010
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Mohammad Ayaz Abdal

It was a hot, sunny and sticky day (as if there is any other kind in Karachi) when I got my notice of admission to the IBA. I survived, not just the initial written test but also the dreaded group interview. If you have ever seen a trembling rabbit in the sights of a hunter’s gun, you may understand the feeling.

But then there were some interesting incidents too which bring smile to me even to this day. One of my friends was interviewed by Mr. Iqbal Ismail (a renowned finance professional and a stock market broker now) who simply asked him, “ Do you know anything?”. My friend replied, “No”. He was admitted. This was the only question asked and answered in that interview.

After the much-dreaded group interview over there, the newcomer has to pass another hurdle, that of the group discussion. This too inspires much fear. There is a topic on which you have to speak for a few minutes and then the group discussion starts. I collected the points in my mind but something else happened. The girl before me somehow spoke all the points that I had thought of. Fortunately, I was able to actively participate in the group discussion and I think that may have saved my skin.

So began my journey to the fabled IBA at the Karachi University campus. Settling in was not easy.

On the first day, we were thrown into the pool as per the old tradition. In a vain attempt to save myself, I tried to put all my weight on the remaining leg that was still on the ground but to no avail. My hands and other leg were already grabbed by other senior students. Being of abundant corpus, three people tried to lift that leg but were unable to. I finally surrendered, as I was scared that this may result in repeated involuntary trips to the pool in the coming days. I heard a comment while I was flying into the pool that made my day:

Yaar, aainda wazan kar kay admission ho ga.

IBA was ruled by Dr. Wahab during those days with an iron fist. A stern administrator, a sharp marketer, and an amazing politician. He planted self-serving stories that he is the one who established the discipline, which is the stuff of many legends.

We were told one simple principle; the IBA cannot afford to be closed. So do not ever think about fighting at the main Karachi University campus. Should you slap somebody at the University (before they kill you) you will be out of the IBA. If somebody slaps you and you reply, you will be out of the IBA. We were literally implementing Jesus’ principle of turning the other cheek over there. You may think that this is a joke. Let me give you a few examples.

The IBA teams were playing a cricket match at one of the University stadia. We got it reserved for us. In the middle of the match, two jamatis stomped in, threw out our stumps, and told us to get out, as their friends are planning to play a match within half an hour. There were three dozen of us versus two matchstick-size guys. Can you guess what we did? Yes, very abjectly came back to our campus.

This is not just limited to outside the campus. Two of my friends were having some fun. One of them shook a Pepsi bottle really hard to spray his friend. Suddenly they were surrounded by jamatis again who were yelling and asking if he thinks that this is champagne. We are talking about a small, frail, and petrified young man who cannot even withstand one slap. His friend, who is a solid Pathan, stood in front of him with his hands open and saying:

Yaar chor do, mazaaq kar raha tha.

That Pathan guy almost received about a dozen slaps on his face. He remembered the two golden principles. Always stand up for your friend and never fight back. And yes, the jamatis loved us poor disciples of Gandhi and Mandela, more afraid of Dr. Wahab.

The first 2 weeks were eventful. On one occasion when our bus entered the University (Pakistan Rangers had not conquered the university yet), the bus was invaded by PSF activists at the cafeteria. For the first time, I saw what a TT looked like, with its barrel on my head. They asked us to come out. On the previous day, a student was killed by the rival faction and they were searching for the other members of the faction in our bus. But before we came out of the bus, somebody yelled:

Abay yeh zanany IBA kay haiN

and we were allowed to go in peace. I never loved my masculinity (or lack of it) more than on that day.

After a couple of months, a teacher of the main University died. We were in class and saw Dr. Wahab, surrounded by some yahoo-looking University students, approaching the classrooms. Our teacher simply said to the yahoo guys:

Dr. Wahab will now announce that IBA is closed due to mourning of the said teacher. You can now go home.

And to the IBA students he said:

You guys will go to the City Campus (behind Nishat Cinema) and this class will resume at the same point after one and a half hours from now.

Can you believe that after one and a half hours, we resumed our class and the rest of the periods as if nothing had happened? However, we were not able to go back to the University Campus for another six months.

Let me illustrate this with one more interesting incident when the IBA closed down for one day! This was an anomaly. In the best of times, in the worst of times, in the age of wisdom, in the age of foolishness (with apologies to Dickens), the IBA was never closed. The entire student body came to the City campus where they were told that IBA is closed. We were astonished. A tradition was being broken. You know why? Zia ul Haq died a day before in the plane crash and the government announced a day of mourning and a holiday, and yet the whole of the IBA was there, as we refused to believe that death of a President could force closure of the IBA.

In the second semester, (apart from us throwing the juniors in the pool now) a few things changed. There were now Rangers staffing the Main Gate of Karachi University. No buses could go in the campus. We were dropped at the University road, allowed in only after the Rangers checked our ID, and then walked to the IBA with the load of books, assignments, and reading material.

The Rangers never mistreated us, as the IBA ID card was the proof that we are only there to study. Some days, when there was some tension and nobody else was allowed to get in, we were swooshed in without a problem by the Rangers. The other students hated us for that. We had to walk a furlong where either we take the University buses to the IBA or the IBA bus which would have come back to pick us up. During that furlong walk, we were surrounded by the other University students because of two reasons. Firstly, we had the best chicks in town, and secondly they were yelling slogans like:

jamia mein pappu aaye

We never minded that slogan as we very well knew where we would be after two years.

Some more memories:The IBA’s University Campus has beautifully maintained lawns and they won various awards. In fact, Altaf Hussain of MQM fame used to sing praises of these lawns in his earlier speeches as he and his colleagues use to take panah in the IBA when they were followed by rival factions during their student days.

On attendance the IBA had a very simple rule: ‘You can be absent from a class any number of times. We will not ask you the reason. But the moment you cross this limit, no matter how serious or genuine the reason is, even if one of your parent actually died, you will fail the course’.

Another part of this rule on Exams says that you can be called for an exam any day, no matter what day it is. I remember that we gave our Micro Economics Final exam at the University campus in the morning of Jumatul Widah (Friday being the weekly holiday).

The Annual IBA picnic is the source of much fun. Our picnic was at the beach. Again some of my friends tried to throw me into the sea. I was quite far away from the water, sitting in the sand, quite aware of their intentions, as I had thrown a few of them in the sea in the earlier part of the day. When they came to grab me, I started throwing sand at them. They grabbed me and tried to take me to the sea and but after a few yards they were panting. I walked to the sea on my own accord on my own two feet, and finally somebody pushed me in the water….But they really had to clean the sand from their hair, nose and ears on that day….yesss!.

We were arranging seminars from the 3rd semester. Dr. Wahab was extremely punctual. If the chief guest or any guest speaker were late, the seminar would start on time. Usually, like all good Pakistanis, the chief guest or the other speaker would enter the hall with a sheepish smile to take his place.

On sheepish smiles, I remember another story. Dr. Wahab had a very strange accent. He was a good teacher but to understand his accent was difficult even for us desis. So once he asked this question to a student

“Johnny, if a country has many sheep what would it have? Johnny replied that perhaps the country has a lot of wool. Dr. Wahab was very upset, and replied…”Don’t joke Johnny, if a country has many sheeps it will have a strong navy.” (He, of course, meant to say ships, not sheeps).

IBA had some great teachers. Some of their stories have become legends. The late Mr. A.L Spencer, once replying to a question about how many dams were made in Pakistan said,

“Son, we haven’t made any dams, but we produced a lot of damns”

How true he was! And then there is the legend of Johnny…, not the one mentioned above but Dr. Junaid who used to teach Managerial Policy. From the first semester, we used to have nightmares about Managerial Policy in the final semester. He used to yell and throw abuses at boys and girls alike. He had the audacity of making girls stand on their chairs. Students had to work their tails off to collect original research for his course; otherwise he would fail them no matter what happens. His famous statement was:

“Managerial Policy is not made in class room atmosphere, it is made in an atmosphere of hate, tension and ulcers. I will create the same atmosphere in this class.”

Don’t get me wrong; after all that, he was simply worshipped by his students. He had a passion and honesty for the material he taught. Another person worth mentioning was the late Mr. Fazle Hasan. He was introduced by a graduating student in the Convocation in the following words:

“Anybody can teach Finance. Fazle Hasan taught us life”…

and by God, he did. Fazle was a character. He hated Martial law and was a staunch PPP supporter. So if the class was for 50 minutes, he would make fun of the generals and call them retarded instead of retired. He will tell you stories about his life and his MBA days in Pakistan and USA. In the last 10 minutes, he had the uncanny ability of explaining the most difficult finance concepts in such easy terms that you would not forget for the rest of your life. He had a golden heart. Many IBA students, especially coming from a low-income group, owe their MBAs to Fazle. He would not only arrange the semester fees for them through his contacts in IBA alumni, and business and industrial circles but also sometimes even put his own salary towards it. I am speaking of the times when the fee of this great educational institution was the princely sum of Rs. 3,500 per semester.

Another interesting character was David. He was an old peon…an amazingly sweet and funny character, the only person who could sing, dance and joke with Dr. Wahab in front of others, and Dr. Wahab would just look the other way. Legend has it that when Dr. Wahab copied Zia ul Haq by coming to campus on a cycle, David took a lift from him. He was sitting on the back seat singing old Indian love songs.

David also did another service. After the IBA would close for the day, he would visit all the banks and multinationals and would collect bhatta(ransom) from the old students. Most of them had no problem. Some haughty ones hated to see his face. David didn’t give a damn. He would totally ignore them as he had a long list of his fans in higher places. If you wanted a copy of a mark sheet or your degree from the University, David would arrange all that for you.

In the final semester, we had to complete quite a few projects. So most of the time, we were on the streets of Korangi, S.I.T.E and the Wall Street of Pakistan, i.e. I.I. Chundrigar Road to meet with industry leaders and professionals to collect data for our projects.

Crashing becomes more rampant in the final semester. Crashing refers to real hard work in the last few days to complete our final reports and prepare for our final exam. Once to keep ourselves awake, we all took a quarter cup of boiling water, put three teaspoons of strong coffee, and gobbled it up. After that novel learning experience I never had a problem of just drinking either tea or coffee before going to sleep. Once I was studying at 4 am and I literally saw the book going three feet up in the air and started dancing. Instead of thinking anything else, I just grabbed it, put it down on the table, closed the light and went to sleep.

So our last day arrived. We planned a big party. Special shirts were made. We were the class of 1990. Color throwing, or holi, was a part of it. We arranged water-based colors, which could be easily cleaned, along with cans of shaving cream. We had a lot of fun. We paid extra to the janitorial staff so the premises should be thoroughly cleaned. We did not intend to damage our great institution. One of the traditions was to ask all our professors to donate towards our party fund and they did donate generously.

Before wrapping up, I have to tell you the story of our comprehensive exam. Simply known to us as the ‘compre’, this is a 6-hour final exam after you pass all the semesters. If you fail this exam three times, you do not qualify for the MBA degree. The day before the compre, the “pakka qila” incident happened in Hyderabad. The whole southern Sindh was closed down. Next day with shaky legs, we set off towards the IBA University campus in our cars, travelling in groups for security. Although IBA would never close down, but it would stop operating its bus – to prevent it from being burnt down. The probable philosophy was you can always get students but getting the funds for bus is a mighty task.

While maintaining this “no close” policy was pretty safe for the professors themselves as they all lived in the University staff town, it was us the students, who had to come from all over the city during rain or riot.

Needless to say, the compre went off without any incident behind closed doors so as not to give any indications that IBA was working that day.

After two years of very hard work and out of the original 30 students, only 20 survivors were sitting in our convocation. It was a proud moment for all of us. We had passed many a hurdles to reach our goal. I shall never forget the time we spent at this glorious institution.

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34 Comments on “The Dog Days of IBA”

  1. Talat says:
    September 2nd, 2010 11:48 pm

    Very nice writeup… reminds me of my own college days at KE medical college

  2. Alif says:
    September 3rd, 2010 5:11 am

    good one!

  3. Majid says:
    September 3rd, 2010 5:52 am

    Beautiful piece of writing. It would be more interesting to have some info about author at the end.

  4. Sana M says:
    September 3rd, 2010 6:20 am

    Thoroughly entertaining, this brings back a lot of IBA memories.

  5. Surjeet Sahir says:
    September 3rd, 2010 6:25 am

    A very interesting, thought provoking, and insipiring write up. Somewhat reminds of Sir Winston Churchill’s “My First Year at Harrow”.
    I had read a short story long time ago, where one trainer in army school is very strict with the recruits and hated by everybody in the batch. He puts so much pressure on them that some time they feel they will die, but he has no mercy. One of the recruits is his favourite for mistreatment. He leaves no chance to put additional punishments on him. Recruit becomes miserable. On one occassion, where the trainer is teaching the recruits about firing a gun, he deliberately lets this particular recruit’s fingure in the bullet chamber and hurts him severely. He is taken to doctor, where they cut off his finger. Since it was a firing finger, he is discharged from army. On his last day he goes to the trainer and tells him that he knows that he had done it deliberately and it was not an accident. He asks him why he hates him so much.
    The trainer replies, I donot hate any one here. I am not your enemy. Real enemy is waiting for you in the war field. Slow and weak one’s like you will be chopped off in the first attack. I don’t want this to happen. I want all of you to survive. Yes I deliberately put your finger in the gun chamber as in my opinion you are not qualified to be a soldier worthy of fighting and surviving the war. You are like my son, who lost is life in the war. You don’t have a finger but you will still be alive. Go back home and enjoy life. I feel our harsh teachers are like this trainer.
    During my study at Govt. Commerce College, Rawalpindi, we also had same experience. Our principal was very strict and we had great results coming but once he was gone, things became different. We continued our sheepish behaviour and finished our graduation. Now we see those heroes, struggling with poverty, health etc. Its a pity. Our youth lose the most precious time in their life, which never comes back and they never get a chance to redeem their actions.

  6. xyz says:
    September 3rd, 2010 6:45 am

    You have some thing against ‘psf’ and ‘jamtis’, don’t you mate? Even if you do, it would have been more gentlemanly to stick to your main theme and not use this article as an opportunity to defame student groups that you do not like.

  7. Yamna says:
    September 3rd, 2010 6:59 am

    Amazing. brings back my own IBA memories. and this Dr. Junaid sounds like a fiercer version of Dr. Mahnaz Fatima, though i loved how she taught!

  8. September 3rd, 2010 7:26 am

    Highly amusing piece! Gives us a rather clear picture of what one must face when going into generally any university really.
    Specifically like how the writer has been able to make it light-hearted.

  9. Habib Yusuf says:
    September 3rd, 2010 7:47 am

    Thank you Ayaz for bringing back the bitter memories and now my kids will finally believe my tall tails of my adventures at the fabled IBA. Good Job!!

  10. Habib Yusuf says:
    September 3rd, 2010 7:51 am

    I meant bitter sweet memories…..oops a Freudian slip I guess :-)!

  11. Hira says:
    September 3rd, 2010 8:59 am

    Wow.. Somethings just keep on getting better and better.. Ive heard a lot about the times of Dr. Wahab!

    No matter what the era was, the institution doesn’t fail to inspire you..

  12. Athar S. says:
    September 3rd, 2010 9:21 am

    Great stuff. Keep it up.

    Being a former alum of GC and UET Lahore – above post brought many memories back in such sweet way.


  13. Adnan Ahmad says:
    September 3rd, 2010 9:25 am

    A good write-up. Those of my class mates who went to this institution have all done well in the corporate world. Some of them, looking back, I think were among the best talent of Pakistan.

    In spite of a lack of Corporate backing or funding like Lums had this school did well or perhaps continues to do well. Can someone shed light on how it stands today? And if any other school in the city has attained the same heights as IBA. I briefly looked at their faculty many years ago and I think their bench strength seemed to be in having teachers who had a good working and teaching experience rather than PhDs. This could also be because they couldn’t afford to have teachers with a PhD from abroad.

  14. Asim says:
    September 3rd, 2010 11:01 am

    We need more Dr. Wahabs in Pakistan.

  15. Owais Mughal says:
    September 3rd, 2010 11:16 am

    Great narrative Ayaz saheb. My favourite part of the article is

    “During that furlong walk, we were surrounded by the other University students ……they were yelling slogans like “jamia mein pappu aaye.” We never minded that slogan as we very well knew where we would be after two years.”

    :) I can relate to that

  16. September 3rd, 2010 11:28 am

    an interesting read… I graduated with an MBA degree in 2008 and even after 18 years a lot of things are still the same at THE IBA :)

  17. Umair Durrani says:
    September 3rd, 2010 12:20 pm

    Excellent Work!!..Certainly brings back old memories….most of the things still remain unchanged…..but the fact that remains is you only realize the value of the time spent in this prestigious institute once you graduate…

    There is so much we owe to this institute yet i would not want to go back :)…

    Umair Durrani (BBA)
    Batch Of 2008

  18. Kaliwal says:
    September 3rd, 2010 12:22 pm

    Indeed it is good info about the institute in shape of engraved memories, but the word IBA reminds me of something different, being an MBA from rather well-unknown state university in some far flung remote area of the same COUNTRY where IBA lives, that university does not remind me of anything except oppositte to what you guys hold in memories from IBA……..I question and I have always questioned why the difference, have tried to make sense of it but have never been able to as is normal when you try to do that in Pakistan. I still owe it to the same institution for whatever I am today but the place definitely do not host good memories becasue of it’s remoteness, student politics, curruption and to some extent lack of GOOD teachers, I mean who wants to teach at Gomal University, all the good teachers are working for institutes like IBA and LUMS………..I am sure I could do better, actually many of us but we missed to have Dr. Wahab’s and the luxury of an ideal location for an institute that teaches business……….my wish today is that every institute in Pakistan has same resources and opportunities to excel, no matter where it is located.

  19. Meengla says:
    September 3rd, 2010 12:45 pm

    1) Brings back memories of years at the ‘main’ campus of the University of Karachi way back in the 80s (I graduated in 1989). IBA was inaccessible to me because of its stringent entry requirements–at least too good for me. I do remember going there once or twice and appreciating the nice, clean buildings and laws. Oh, the very first time I heard the word ‘hot cake’ was about the IBA graduates: Their ability to find jobs so easily upon (or even before?) graduation.
    2) The Rangers were probably deployed after 1986 (?) after some clashes between student groups (PSF versus MQM?). I remember having to enter the campus from the main University Road after taking the ‘shuttle’ bus to the campus buildings.
    3) Here is an interesting personal experience wrt Rangers. One of my male classmates, who could be called a ‘JugaRoo’ (sort of an improviser), found a way around the Rangers’ checkpoint to enable some of us to enter the campus quickly. But, lo and behold, we got caught one day and taken to the tent where some senior Rangers officer sat. He interrogated some of us boys and, somehow, figured out who was the mastermind behind our illegal-entrance to the campus. The officer told my mastermind-friend: ‘I should have known it was you because you have the face of a crook!’. He even waved his big stick in the air but then let us go AFTER making all of us write a page full of text with only this: ‘I will never break a law again. I will never break a law again….’. It did help us that the female classmates refused to take the Shuttle to the campus and were hovering around the tent to support us [I still have photos of them holding the bars of the entrance gate].
    I know, this article is about IBA. But I think IBA was/is part of the main Karachi University and so my post has some relevance, I think!

  20. Nabeel says:
    September 3rd, 2010 1:14 pm

    What a great write up… IBA still has the same essence. The names have changed but life is the same. :) Its so great to know that IBA graduates actually can vividly recall everything that they went through and put it to words in such a splendid manner. Believe me a lot of things are still the same here.
    Since 2008 we now again have to travel by points from the KU gate to IBA. :)
    We hear lots of stories about Dr. Wahab, and we think that was the Golden Age of IBA.
    Dr. Ishrat Hussain is the current Dean, and he has transformed IBA and given it new zest in a bid to improve it even more. Most notable changes are; the Main and City distinctions are removed for the new students only. Enrollment and selection of teachers processes are now computerized (we can do it from home now) and most importantly IBA is undergoing a massive reconstruction phase to equip it with state of the art facilities.
    The target is to be one of the top 100 global business schools and one of the top 10 regional business schools. Lets see.

  21. Amir says:
    September 3rd, 2010 3:07 pm

    Great article and excellent memories. The institute is really transitioning in terms of the culture and facilities but remnants of what Dr. Wahab had embedded still remains!!!

    But definitely we only rely the worth of the institute when we graduate!!!!

  22. Muneeb says:
    September 3rd, 2010 3:17 pm

    a very nice write up. i’m currently enrolled at IBA and i can relate to quite a few of the things written by the author. we still have the same level of discipline and IBA still opens even if the city is going through an upheaval…. i remember around a year and a half ago when there was trouble in the city and as is usual KU had trouble. all of the city was closed on the governor’s orders but IBA was open. the rangers wouldn’t let us inside KU when the registrar came and actually called the governor house and told them to give orders to open the gates for us and to no one’s surprise the rangers actually let us in. the institution has really given alot to its students.

  23. Abeer says:
    September 3rd, 2010 3:53 pm

    Very well written… and yesss brings back a lot of memories… A lot has changed at IBA but the essentials still remain the same…
    We all still start working on our term reports a week (3 to 4 days in some cases) before the submission and the presentation is DESTINED to be made by staying up the night before the presentation…
    Have heard a lot about some of the names mentioned, especially late Mr. Fazle Hasan…
    What IBA has given us is just simply ‘invaluable…’Proud to be part of such a GREAT institute:)

  24. Nadeem Anjum says:
    September 3rd, 2010 6:47 pm

    Extremely well written.

  25. Rafia says:
    September 3rd, 2010 7:33 pm

    I am currently enrolled in BBA,3rd Semester at IBA City Campus.After reading this article,I should be proud to be associated with such a great institution,but this is not the case.The pain that me and my class fellows went through to pass the first 2 semesters was excruciating.The teachers,as your article states,taught you with full devotion about the subject,they made sure you know the subject,but in our case the situation is slightly different.The teachers are no doubt qualified enough to teach us,but some of them do not know how to teach us their subjects:S I still do not know what do the teachers want in the exam answers:the learned material or the material which we have understood.
    So far,the experience has been agonizing,but I hope with the passage of time the students get used to it…and the Sir Ishrat make things better for us…

  26. noreen ahmed says:
    September 4th, 2010 4:44 am

    great stuff!
    I just graduated this year (BBA-2010) and hell i am just beginning to realize all that this great institution has made us into! And although i agree to what umair durrani said above (won’t want to go back!) IBA now seems to me like an island of great professionals with amazing business acumen and unparallel work ethics..something that unfortunately most of pakistani professionals lack and their institutions fail to inculcate in them. Hope the iba spirit catches on. We need more IBAs for an economically sound Pakistan

    Anyway to answer what Mr Adnan Ahmed asked regarding the status quo these days: well the IBA is rigorously pursuing this turnaround of excellence mission- with all the renovation, joint ventures, a revamped technological network, more active alumni affairs and job search departments etc; acquiring a better qualified faculty is definitely on Mr Ishrat’s agenda! He’s been sending teachers across to foreign universities for their phd’s and other special degrees. A handful of teachers are sent every semester to ivy leagues schools in USA such as Yale to get hands on academic and networking experience. These teahcers then come back to make the curriculum more up to date and more intense for students.
    With so many things going on under the supervision of this great man with an inspiring spirit, we can say IBA is in safe hands!

    Long live IBA!!

  27. fuzair says:
    September 4th, 2010 12:39 pm

    Aaah, yes, the IBA.

    I sat for the IBA entrance exam in 1983, IIRC; I cleared it (it was easy compared to the SAT and the old Achievement Tests) but had an interesting time in the interview portion. I was supposed to go to college in the US but my financial aid didn’t come through (they never got my application apparently) and my parents weren’t sure about this “deferred admission” stuff…

    1983 was during Zia’s heyday and the chief interviewer clearly hated the ML govt (OK, who didn’t? I know I had no use for Zia or Nizam e Mustafa; couldn’t stand Bhutto either but that is another story). He was nice enough at first, asked me a few general questions and then asked me what my father did–a serving Brigadier in the Army. At this he got very passive-aggressive. Asked loudly as to why they even bothered with entrance exams for such deserving candidates, told the peon Saab keh lye chai lao, asked the man next to him (who was looking more and more uncomfortable) isn’t there a special fauji quota now and can’t we just admit me directly, do we have to waste his precious time with such meaningless formalities as interviews, and so on. I finished my tea and got up and walked out.

    My financial aid came through and I went to the US that Fall. After my graduation I joined Grindlays Bank (which no longer exists now) and I think ten of us Management Trainees sat for the Pakistan Institute of Bankers Part I Exam. Three cleared it on the first go: me, an IBA grad, and a BBA from Texas (one of the UTs I think). Three other IBA types failed it, IIRC. So not sure what all this hoopla is about; and I hadn’t had accounting since O levels! I did take the IBP classes but they were pretty much a joke; I got the guy from UT to tutor me a bit in accounting–really nice guy. IIRC he also sat for the IBP Part II and cleared that on his first go.

    A BA, MA and PhD later, I am glad that I had the opportunity for a real education and not the IBA BS. Sorry, IBA don’t impress me much!

  28. Talha Sheikh says:
    September 5th, 2010 1:44 am

    very well written…proves all the stories i heard about the past IBA were actually true…but IBA has relaxed a bit on the discipline i think… the University does close when the Governor announces it… some teachers(a few) allow you to drop their courses after its the 5th absence..we are allowed 4 now.. :) but overall the roots are the same..

  29. Soheeb Raza says:
    September 5th, 2010 5:17 pm

    Though being a much later graduate still I was one of the few lucky ones who did experience almost all of the stuff mentioned in your article…

    The Interview (where I had the bad luck of saying that my favourite subject was economics in front of Mehnaz Fatima and Inayat din), the ragging where we were asked to sell all kinds of imaginary things to our female seniors (Yes all kinds!)…and then the welcome address from Dr. Wahab and four years of restication threats (somehow gurukul from Mohabbatein seemed fimiliar)

    I can never forget Mr. Fazle Hassan and Mr. Inayat Din, who always took time out during the class to question and correct the spelling of my first name…

    Cant forget those lovely four years and the friends I made of which most of them are still in contact atleast the “Brotherhood”…Thank-you IBA and my teachers

  30. Raza says:
    September 7th, 2010 12:43 pm


    I couldn’t help but notice that you did not mention how this institution stimulated you intellectually or whetted your appetite for learning whatever you studied there. You seem to be reminiscing your good old dog days a’ la “Three Idiots” …..

  31. Jawaid Islam says:
    September 29th, 2010 8:46 am

    IBA, I had twice appeared for the entrance test, one in 1980 and the next in 1982, cleared it both times, but continued my masters in Organic Chemistry after the 1st time. The first time I was unsure whether a buisness degree would be a suitable option.

    I had the opportunity to learn from most of the great professors then: Najmul Hasan, Nawab Naqvi, Dr Wahab, Inayat Din, Fazle Hasan, Farrukh Amin, it was so sad when he died at a young age.

    IBA did open up a new, confident me and I do believe there was no other institute like it in those days and perhaps it continues its traditions still.

  32. Lubna says:
    October 6th, 2010 3:51 pm

    It was quite nostalgic reading all about IBA. I am a graduate of 1982—yes the good old days.
    More so I taught there for two years. It was a great learning experience and Iquite agree with whatever is written. Had Mr.Juniad for MP and understand what you are talking about. Not bragging but I was the only one to pass his class and that too with a B.
    Thanks for sharing.

  33. SW says:
    October 6th, 2010 6:36 pm

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  34. Ahsan says:
    December 22nd, 2014 12:26 am

    As a current MBA student and BBA grad of 2011, We’ve been the transition batch we are eyewitnesses to the way IBA has transformed today. Though there will be many positives and negatives of this transformation, one thing is for certain: wherever IBA is today, it is due to its brilliant alumni. Those who’ve built this institution by coming back to teach, speak at guest sessions and even personally assist and mentor our students for interviews projects and reports. Its all the above incidents that can instantly help you connect with any alumni be it 2 years your senior or 20. The years may have gone but trust me the IBA card is still as respected in KU as it was before and yes, we still get harassed by “jamatis” . Much has changed, but not all, and thats what matters the most.

    Thank You sir for your memories. You are always welcome back home. Here at IBA

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