“At 96 percentile! Dude I don’t want to be rude here but you don’t stand a chance at XLRI with 96%ile. You are lucky you got a call from XL”, one of my batch mates at the Coaching Centre told me. I had invested almost all my savings in coaching, college forms and traveling for interviews. The XLRI interview call was the only one I had, after I messed up CAT, SNAP, NMAT and IIFT all at the same time.
This is my story and it is a story of hope.... "Every event has a purpose and every setback its lesson. I have realized that failure, whether of the personal, professional or even spiritual kind, is essential to personal expansion. It brings inner growth and a whole host of psychic rewards. Never regret your past. Rather, embrace it as the teacher that it is." ― Robin S. Sharma
That evening my father came from the court, by his old bicycle which he got in dowry may be 25 years ago. He is a short man who grew old in his 40s. Years of working in a courthouse as a clerk, listening to the heinous cases of rapes and murder every day as a part of his job and finally the incessant struggle to run a house with a meagre income, made him dull and tired.
Tough Times Never Last, Tough People Do
INDIAN INSTITUTE OF MANAGEMENT BANGALORE (IIMB- PGP 2016-18) it is.
“At 96 percentile! Dude I don’t want to be rude here but you don’t stand a chance at XLRI with 96%ile. You are lucky you got a call from XL”, one of my batch mates at the Coaching Centre told me. I had invested almost all my savings in coaching, college forms and traveling for interviews. The XLRI interview call was the only one I had, after I messed up CAT, SNAP, NMAT and IIFT all at the same time.
This is my story and it is a story of hope.... "Every event has a purpose and every setback its lesson. I have realized that failure, whether of the personal, professional or even spiritual kind, is essential to personal expansion. It brings inner growth and a whole host of psychic rewards. Never regret your past. Rather, embrace it as the teacher that it is." ― Robin S. Sharma
That evening my father came from the court, by his old bicycle which he got in dowry may be 25 years ago. He is a short man who grew old in his 40s. Years of working in a courthouse as a clerk, listening to the heinous cases of rapes and murder every day as a part of his job and finally the incessant struggle to run a house with a meagre income, made him dull and tired.
Tough Times Never Last, Tough People Do
INDIAN INSTITUTE OF MANAGEMENT BANGALORE (IIMB- PGP 2016-18) it is.
