First term at IIM was a replay of the final year at NITK.
All the movies that DC can offer.
Of course, minus the beach.
And the sunset.
How I miss the beach.
And the sunset. Rather the sun.
Second term came and along with it came Summer placements.
An eye-opener.
People are all-in-all.
They study, sing, dance, flirt, smoke, play, mug, drink, write, quiz, paint . . .
It doesn’t feel great to learn that there are 120 people ahead of you.
Or does it?
For you get the urge to study. To solve a few cases.
There are subjects in which you are good.
And there are others you are miserable at.
You feel, the subjects are miserable, the professors are miserable.
And you complain, “I am at the wrong place.”
Awaiting those month-end parties.
Hey, by the by, reading “The monk who sold his Ferrari” is not going to add a CV point. Why read it?
You are told you wasted 24 years of your life.
Be focused. Do things that add CV points.
Oh, the first scene of Modern Times.
"Its very difficult to get a good friend in an IIM"
"Why do you say that?"
"People are busy. They don't have time for . . . oh, just remembered, gotta rush for the baddy match, bye!"
1 comment:
Awesome prajeesh...term 1,2,3 are very truly presented...but i disagree for friend note of urs...i guess people are lucky enugh ( like me ) to find good frns here..the thing is sometimes we ourselves are busy to realize their worth...we should understand that relations are more imp than CG...( thnx for this bestowed knowledge to me ).....nyway i enjoyed reading ur blog...awesome post i confess
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