IIM C interview

Nagraju was upset or so was his voice when i told him in the morning that i won’t be able to make it to the office. I did not tell him about my interview.

I wanted to reach the venue atleast 30 mins before the time given, but the cabbie did not have any idea about Dadar roads, so we had to do a lot of enquiries and finally managed to locate the building. It was strange that the college gave the road that runs on its rear side as the road in its address which added to the confusion. Other interviewees too were not happy about the way the address was given.

Anyway, the interview panel was very cool and surprisingly, one of the panel members was ex-State Bank of Mysore official. I am longing to call my self as ex-State Bank of Hyderabad official.

The interview went good, but i think, if what venkatesh told is indeed right, then i messed up the answer to the question “Why do you want to do this course” as i gave the answer which venky asked me not to give. But rest of the interview went very good and i could crack two jokes which elicited hearty laughter from the panel members.

I don’t know what will be the outcome of IIM-A and ISB applications, and the result of IIM-C in success would put me in a dilemma.

credits and debits

It happened with me some 6 months back and it happened again today. 6 months back it was in college when one of classmates took my idea to present his case and today it was my senior who took my idea and presented as his own. But this time i am hurt more for he is senior to me both in designation being a Chief Manager and in age being atleast 15 years older to me. Still his act was like that of kids – puerile.

But i need to try to use this incident to further my goal of killing the ego in me completely, which i keep failing in again and again. Let me try to forgive and forget this. I shan’t talk about this feeling to anyone and over next few days will not think about it and eventually should forget it.

Why isn’t the world a simple place to live in?

independence day

the day marks India’s independence. And so i try it to mark mine too, henceforth.

Freedom from, my vices that have troubled me for long;

Freedom from, the memories that i refuse to let go;

Freedom from, the current tension i am carrying – whether i’ll make it to the B-school that i have been eyeing ever since i really came to know what happens in there. Though, with a work-ex of 8 years, its not that i want to go there with the same feelings as freshers might be going but to fulfill a dream seen. Isn’t it fun to live your dream?

Freedom from, the apprehensions that i have if i really make it to one of the B-schools;

Freedom from, time?

wishing myself luck!

A very happy independence day to all Indians all over.