When IIM Bangalore Becomes Your Home - Why Do You Feel A Void?
I wrote this way back in December 2015. It makes perfect sense after Convocation. It is dedicated to all my IIMB batchmates. Do give it a read. :)
I wrote this way back in December 2015. It makes perfect sense after Convocation. It is dedicated to all my IIMB batchmates. Do give it a read. :)
If you are a b-school chap, and at this time of the year you aren’t feeling hungry or can’t sleep properly, chances are either you are in love or doing a summer internship. “Regrettably", this article will be assuming the latter one as the reason and will try to suggest some pointers.
We are back with another article on scholarships - this time, it is IIM Kozhikode!
I walk through the empty halls of the college, the abandoned basketball court, the silent mess and the lonely common room. It’s the end of the first year and everyone has left for their internship, a handful of us are left as we are the last ones to leave, the hostel feels haunted and there is a deathly silence, we watched our friends leaving, packing their bags, bidding goodbyes, excited, sad and curious all at once.
I had a flight to catch in exactly 60 hours and 35 minutes, the flight that would tear me away from home. Make no mistakes, I wasn’t going home. I was leaving what I called home. IIM Udaipur, my nest for the two years. I stood in the open area near the mess hall, the word ‘Convocation’ winking at me in shiny green light. It was night and people were still at work to get things ready for Convocation dinner night. A proud moment for the institute and students – to host the many parents from different parts of the country coming with one universal sentiment – seeing their wards graduate from one of the best management institutes in the country. For them, it was but a Business school, a very good one. For us, it was an adventure. I started walking towards the night canteen.
The society we live in distinguishes between failure and success, mostly in black and white. Taking an example from cricket, if you make it to the national team, you are a success. Your pictures would be marketed, promoted, decorated, garlanded, worshipped and sometimes, even burnt. However, if you rigour for almost 20 years in the domestic circuit, without a call from the national selectors, you are most likely to die in obscurity.
A new generation of excited B-Schoolers will be graduating this year. With optimism and high hopes in their hearts, as these graduates join the corporate world there are few things that b-school didn't teach you. They matter far more than your joining CTC and your position in the company.