The Best Of Both Worlds At Symbiosis Bengaluru - Souvik Mandal’s Story
My manager, who had always supported my decision to do an MBA, called me up.
My manager, who had always supported my decision to do an MBA, called me up.
First of all, congratulations Arpit on being the national winner and also for representing the country on an international platform. Tell us how did it all start?
Teddy Roosevelt put it well. “The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena…”
It is going to be 2 months here in IIM Bangalore campus in few more days but it feels like we have been here for much longer. With a plethora of assignments, presentations, projects, and workshop, the time has just become an illusion. The path to this prestigious Institute was strenuous no doubt, but the zeal required to excel in this institute is humongous. All the students here have been the best in their field and hope to continue to do so in this Institute. Why shouldn’t they? After all, every one of us here has been a topper and a champion in some part of their lives.
IIM Calcutta has announced its criteria and it's almost the same as last year. Seems like the admission criteria worked really well for them for the year 2017-19. Even IIM Ahmedabad stuck with the same criteria as last year. Check it out here. Have they found the magic formula to select students? Only time will tell.
No one told me that being a fresher at one of the best b-schools in India would be so rewarding (for all the Sheldons out there, SARCASM alert).
Here comes the annual International Business Summit of Indian Institute of Foreign Trade, Kolkata Campus- Vivaan 3.0. A wide array of corporate events and competitions with brilliant prospective to showcase your skills has always been the salient feature of Vivaan. This year as well, the students of IIFT have come up with ideas to nurture young minds.
The taxi stuttered to a near-stop as the huge gateways flanked by uniformed men were flung – well, more-fractionally-than-wide open, and thus began my journey in XLRI - early in the morning, in a rickety taxi loaded with more stuff than it could honestly hope to carry; with me nervously staring ahead and my mother excitedly taking in the sights of the place she’d come to dump her prodigal offspring off in.