I Don’t Know What I’m Doing (And That’s Okay)

Let’s be real. I’m doing an MBA right now, and half the time I’m still wondering why.
Not in a deep, Socratic, “finding my purpose” way—more like bro, what even is this?

If you’re here for life advice, buckle up, because I don’t have any.
This is just one more post in the series of “me trying to make sense of my own decisions.”

How I Ended Up Here

I never grew up dreaming of an MBA. I wasn’t the kid who read Business Today at 16. I wasn’t hustling with lemonade stands or trading stocks in 11th grade.
I just… did engineering. Because that’s what you do.

Then came CAT prep, because everyone was doing it. Coaching centers. Mock tests. Absolute existential dread.

I even failed my first attempt. Brilliant strategy.

But somehow, through a weird mix of second chances, luck, and studying like a maniac, I landed here.
At IIM Mumbai. Which is amazing.
But also—hilarious—because I still don’t know what I’m doing.

The Ugly Truth

Everyone acts like they have a plan. Specializations, roles, “dream companies,” long-term goals.
Meanwhile I’m here like:

• Should I do consulting?
• Marketing?
• Product management?
• Random sabbatical in the mountains?

My goals shift every week. Sometimes every hour.
And don’t even get me started on LinkedIn posts from classmates that read like they’re already McKinsey partners.

The Pressure to Have It Figured Out

Society loves a linear story.

School → College → Job → MBA → Better Job → Happily Ever After.

If you tell people “I’m not sure what I want,” they look at you like you just confessed to arson.

But let’s be real: most of us don’t know. We just got good at pretending.

Why I’m Okay with It

I don’t know what I’m doing.
But I am doing something.

I’m here, meeting new people, picking up new skills, failing at case competitions, acing random presentations, laughing at 2 am with friends I met month ago.

And that counts for something.

Not knowing means I’m open. Curious. Willing to try stuff.
It’s not a masterplan. But it’s mine.

A Note to Anyone Reading

If you’re also figuring it out one messy decision at a time—hi, friend.
If you have a ten-year plan with quarterly goals—teach me your ways.

Either way, thanks for reading this ramble.
Maybe we don’t need to have it all figured out yet.

Maybe that’s the whole point.

Pulket (Pulkit Aggarwal)