‘They say the throes of IMT-Ghaziabad lies in studying under him but they also say if you don’t study under him in IMT-Ghaziabad, you haven’t studied at all.’
This is small teaser of Prof. SR Singhvi, the doyen of Marketing and the most sought after professor in IMT-Ghaziabad. He takes
Sales Management, an intuitive, calculative and complex study into the brains of people who directly deal with the customers in the market.
The architectural brilliance of IMT-Ghaziabad gleamed at my face as I returned from my Summer Internship. The internship phase was interesting but nothing like the joy of getting back to IMT Ghaziabad for round 2 of my Post Graduation. I was definitely excited and geared up for the next phase. I scuttled through the corridors observing new faces of the incoming batch, ruffled and smelled through the new books, inspected the lanes of the campus and settled myself in my hostel room. I just reached home when my phone beeped. It was a mail. A welcome mail. A 15 minute session with Prof. Singhvi. And what a welcome mail. And that was it. That short mail managed to stop my racing heart and screeched it to a perfect halt.
Despite being the best professor of IMT-Ghaziabad, Prof. Singhvi never believes in giving that good vibe to his students. It is always the students that are awestruck at his amazing ability to deliver
gyaan in the temple of IMT-Ghaziabad. So despite the fact that it was my second stint with Prof. Singhvi, the first one in 2nd Semester, I was petrified. It wasn’t because he had an excruciating aura to himself but because of this uncanny fear of flunking his subject he brought along with him. But then the fact that the best keeps the test got me back to being strong again.
Next day came. Class 202.
As we struggled to fixate ourselves with laptops and pen drives, he barged through the gates of the classroom as if a knight in shining armor has returned from a battle field. He looked frail, tired, his face wrinkled but the look he wore on his face established his ferociousness. He slid along a heavy suitcase all by himself as if a gun he was carrying to the forest to hunt. As he wobbled on his way to the center, there was unfamiliar silence in the class. In fact, the class sat in rapt attention. He placed his suitcase and skimmed the class in one glance. And then, HE ROARED. He laid down the rules, described his unconventional teaching methodologies, established his non-compromising nature and with his ability to connect with students assured that his every student will get a feel of real time problems and issues before completing his course.
From Ghoda to Saapecial to Circuit, the man calls each batch with a peculiar name he could use to shame students in a humorous sense. He also records it for any future engagements he makes with them. He decides the seating order of students which is unlikely to change during his course. Laptops, highlighters, pen drives and notebook, he makes sure students come prepared to the class which usually lasts into 75 minutes of knowledge, fun, insults and unbridled drama. And if you dared to miss his class, he expects an assignment to be submitted in hard copy in the box kept right in front of his office the next day or another miss at attendance. He has a top down approach that never fails to fail his students. He is a feeling, an experience and some serious phenomenon that makes his students love him even after years of graduation.
This was a small teaser of my story of my favorite professor in IMT-Ghaziabad.