''Eyes On The Stars, Feet On The Ground'' - PGP-1 Student's Guide To An IIM
“Last night I couldn’t sleep! NO, 24 hours are not enough, not for a PGP-1!”
“Last night I couldn’t sleep! NO, 24 hours are not enough, not for a PGP-1!”
Someone wisely remarked that the most underrated thing in life is a normal day. These normal days look extremely plain & placid to an outsider but are hard to come by at Hel(l). They talk about the beautiful red bricked walls, the quaint greenery or symmetrical maze like lawns. But there never is enough time to sit back and take these all in. In a month I have realised the importance of alarm clocks in life. A slight miss and one could end up missing an early morning quiz, and there are no retakes allowed!
Addressing to the perspectives and (mis-)conceptions of the CAT aspirants regarding the ease of life at an IIM, the idiosyncrasy here confines to the change of thinking process after they make it to one of the top notches. The ideated thoughts of the college being a place of fun and frolic does hold true, but only after the students find their capabilities of surviving through the initial stages.
You're here, finally. For most people, it's overwhelming - goals accomplished, their dreams can now be a reality. For some select few, it's anxiety prevailing over their otherwise calm and carefree minds.
And then I woke up. I looked around. No, I wasn’t in my 4- poster bed; this room is smaller. Heat? Summers? It was snowing yesterday! And Katie, Angelina, Ginny are nowhere to be seen. Wait, I am not in Hogwarts. I was in IIM Lucknow. Wait, wait, another realisation, I WASN’T HERMIONE GRANGER! Am I stoned? Maybe. But then a voice at the back of my head, responded- No darling, it’s happening for real. The shock was overwhelming. I was trapped between muggles. That too, competitive, boring, indifferent hell-ites. Smiling faces are an endangered species here. And snakes, lizard and wolves? I can actually write a book- “13 reasons why I hate hell”. Or maybe 30. Whatever. How could god be so cruel?? Didn’t he have the least bit of affection for me? Someone, Please get me my wand; I need to disapparate.
The first term of a business school is hectic. This cannot be stressed enough. With resume finalisation, academic workload, cultural orientation sessions, college festivals, competitions, and a million other things to occupy one's mind, it easy to feel over-encumbered and lost among choices. Proactively preparing for the coming terms in the months leading up-to joining date makes the transition much easier.
Anyone who prepares to enter a b-school does so with sky-high expectations. Having been an aspirant myself, I also expected something out of the blue that would transform me into a suave manager in college. A typical b-school is expected to deliver on the promise of building leadership qualities, developing oratory skills, team coordination, ability to prioritize and above all the burning desire to make an impact that lasts.
“Last night I couldn’t sleep! NO, 24 hours are not enough, not for a PGP-1!”
Someone wisely remarked that the most underrated thing in life is a normal day. These normal days look extremely plain & placid to an outsider but are hard to come by at Hel(l). They talk about the beautiful red bricked walls, the quaint greenery or symmetrical maze like lawns. But there never is enough time to sit back and take these all in. In a month I have realised the importance of alarm clocks in life. A slight miss and one could end up missing an early morning quiz, and there are no retakes allowed!
Addressing to the perspectives and (mis-)conceptions of the CAT aspirants regarding the ease of life at an IIM, the idiosyncrasy here confines to the change of thinking process after they make it to one of the top notches. The ideated thoughts of the college being a place of fun and frolic does hold true, but only after the students find their capabilities of surviving through the initial stages.
You're here, finally. For most people, it's overwhelming - goals accomplished, their dreams can now be a reality. For some select few, it's anxiety prevailing over their otherwise calm and carefree minds.
And then I woke up. I looked around. No, I wasn’t in my 4- poster bed; this room is smaller. Heat? Summers? It was snowing yesterday! And Katie, Angelina, Ginny are nowhere to be seen. Wait, I am not in Hogwarts. I was in IIM Lucknow. Wait, wait, another realisation, I WASN’T HERMIONE GRANGER! Am I stoned? Maybe. But then a voice at the back of my head, responded- No darling, it’s happening for real. The shock was overwhelming. I was trapped between muggles. That too, competitive, boring, indifferent hell-ites. Smiling faces are an endangered species here. And snakes, lizard and wolves? I can actually write a book- “13 reasons why I hate hell”. Or maybe 30. Whatever. How could god be so cruel?? Didn’t he have the least bit of affection for me? Someone, Please get me my wand; I need to disapparate.
The first term of a business school is hectic. This cannot be stressed enough. With resume finalisation, academic workload, cultural orientation sessions, college festivals, competitions, and a million other things to occupy one's mind, it easy to feel over-encumbered and lost among choices. Proactively preparing for the coming terms in the months leading up-to joining date makes the transition much easier.
Anyone who prepares to enter a b-school does so with sky-high expectations. Having been an aspirant myself, I also expected something out of the blue that would transform me into a suave manager in college. A typical b-school is expected to deliver on the promise of building leadership qualities, developing oratory skills, team coordination, ability to prioritize and above all the burning desire to make an impact that lasts.