It Was Destiny All Along - IIM Visakhapatnam
After a hectic day attending management classes and interaction with seniors, I reached my hostel in Ghaziabad tired. The climate outside was orange with pollution and the air conditioner in the room was not working. There was little more “getting accustomed to” needed to happen. Just the thought that for every opportunity there would be 540 competitors was overwhelming. To get away from all this I was checking the blogs in search of open mics for comedy. Then came the mail that has possibly altered my life for good. It was the mail of admittance from IIM Visakhapatnam. My eyes were beaming with exuberance.






