I know I am blogging after a long time now. In the mean time I changed the look of my page thrice and settled on this one for the time being. Somehow I don’t seem to find the perfect look of my page, a page which will have my panache, my feel, through out and will speak as much of me as do my words.
The latest news from my side is that I have finally completed the first year of my PGP, so technically speaking I am ½ MBA now, minus of course the summer project which I will have to sweat it out onboard the local trains of Mumbai. But that is not on the top of my mind now. Somehow in the past 3 trimesters I have learnt to just look and worry about the following 12 hours, anything more than that is simply a waste of time. Some call it living on the edge, some say JIT. For me it has simply meant to just aim at the nearest devil and live life as it comes, devil by devil. Strangely it is not something which I would have done a couple of years ago. I always used to be a dreamer, day dreaming about how I should go about my activities and used to waste hours planning for them, but all that has changed in the past few months.
As I sat on the last bench, with dreamy red eyes, from 3 continuous night outs, trying to figure out the questions of the financial management exam, a sudden thought dawned on me. The share prices, the options, the futures, derivatives all seemed to scream that how much I have missed in the past 10 months. I have had this feeling before, of the huge pile up of back log which I have been creating every term. Somehow they just seem to keep increasing by the day. One day missed and the work for that day gets piled up, as hardly I will get a free day to devour them.
I know what most of you guys would be thinking?
These IIM guys don’t have a life- mugging, numbers, excel sheets and charts are all they care about and then they get those huge pay packets, that too on a golden platter without having to sweat for it.
But I can bet that behind all those talk is a hidden desire to be like us, live our lives and for most of the girls, to get an IIM grad as their boyfriends, if they cant get in on their own. Trust me guys I have seen it firsthand.
Anyways coming back to the examination hall, 20 minutes down the exam I was still sitting trying to look busy by diving deep in to the question paper quite sure that I won’t be able to cruise through this one. Meanwhile others were buried deep in their answer sheets writing all that they could scrape out from their brains.
40 minutes down and I was nearly finished with all those I could manage to do of my own. But still I couldn’t get out of the lingering thought…… Am I really eligible to clear the first year of this prestigious Institution? Have I really been able to grasp all the concepts and ideas hidden inside those heavy books, course materials and handouts and cd’s?
What will I do next trimester when, I will be majoring in finance and marketing? Will I be able to clear all those backlogs by then? Or will the same style continue for one more year?
Certainly I am a failure at becoming a mobile library like most of my buddies here. I have not been able to excel in fin or mark or even my known subjects like accountancy here. I am no bond.
But I have changed a lot in the past one year or so. The same stimulants which used to stir me up even six months back don’t do now. The same jokes at which I could not stop laughing even six months back get only a slight smile from me.
The latest news from my side is that I have finally completed the first year of my PGP, so technically speaking I am ½ MBA now, minus of course the summer project which I will have to sweat it out onboard the local trains of Mumbai. But that is not on the top of my mind now. Somehow in the past 3 trimesters I have learnt to just look and worry about the following 12 hours, anything more than that is simply a waste of time. Some call it living on the edge, some say JIT. For me it has simply meant to just aim at the nearest devil and live life as it comes, devil by devil. Strangely it is not something which I would have done a couple of years ago. I always used to be a dreamer, day dreaming about how I should go about my activities and used to waste hours planning for them, but all that has changed in the past few months.
As I sat on the last bench, with dreamy red eyes, from 3 continuous night outs, trying to figure out the questions of the financial management exam, a sudden thought dawned on me. The share prices, the options, the futures, derivatives all seemed to scream that how much I have missed in the past 10 months. I have had this feeling before, of the huge pile up of back log which I have been creating every term. Somehow they just seem to keep increasing by the day. One day missed and the work for that day gets piled up, as hardly I will get a free day to devour them.
I know what most of you guys would be thinking?
These IIM guys don’t have a life- mugging, numbers, excel sheets and charts are all they care about and then they get those huge pay packets, that too on a golden platter without having to sweat for it.
But I can bet that behind all those talk is a hidden desire to be like us, live our lives and for most of the girls, to get an IIM grad as their boyfriends, if they cant get in on their own. Trust me guys I have seen it firsthand.
Anyways coming back to the examination hall, 20 minutes down the exam I was still sitting trying to look busy by diving deep in to the question paper quite sure that I won’t be able to cruise through this one. Meanwhile others were buried deep in their answer sheets writing all that they could scrape out from their brains.
40 minutes down and I was nearly finished with all those I could manage to do of my own. But still I couldn’t get out of the lingering thought…… Am I really eligible to clear the first year of this prestigious Institution? Have I really been able to grasp all the concepts and ideas hidden inside those heavy books, course materials and handouts and cd’s?
What will I do next trimester when, I will be majoring in finance and marketing? Will I be able to clear all those backlogs by then? Or will the same style continue for one more year?
Certainly I am a failure at becoming a mobile library like most of my buddies here. I have not been able to excel in fin or mark or even my known subjects like accountancy here. I am no bond.
But I have changed a lot in the past one year or so. The same stimulants which used to stir me up even six months back don’t do now. The same jokes at which I could not stop laughing even six months back get only a slight smile from me.
I guess I have discovered more about me in the past one year than the subjects which I was meant to. Six months back I would have still wondered how I will react to a particular situation but now I know it fully. Somehow I feel I am closer to me than ever. My worst nightmares, my most cherished dreams, my best kept secrets, my darkest sides…all seem so clear and known to me now. Even the most tensed situations have stopped giving me any shivers. Not to mean that I have become a great manager in excelling under pressure situations but just that I have stopped reacting emotionally at unnecessary things. It’s really crazy but it’s true, the world looks so much more different now than it ever was for me.
Long time back, while I was still in college a very senior professor had once told me that a B- School changes you more as a person than the amount of knowledge it imparts in you. Back then I could only imagine what he meant, but now I am living it.
Is this what an IIM does to you? Or is it just another one of my midnight hooey’s. Frankly speaking I don’t know. Perhaps the answer lies somewhere down the road ahead.
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