Internship at PwC Dubai - Experience of a lifetime by an IIM Indore UAE Student
(Vikram Sodhi, PGP UAE student from IIM Indore, shares his internship experience with PwC Dubai and his key takeaways in this amazing journey)
(Vikram Sodhi, PGP UAE student from IIM Indore, shares his internship experience with PwC Dubai and his key takeaways in this amazing journey)
No prior work experience yet eagerness for the working experience! The sector where majority interns from the elite B-schools would not like to intern with, but that provokes me to pen down my two months summer Internship experience- Insurance industry and the company - IDBI Federal Life Insurance Co. Ltd. – The Bad turned Good Part.
Mahabharatham begins
The title of my story, notwithstanding its embarrassing nature, is inspired by an off-hand remark by one lesser known member of the tinsel town which gained overwhelming popularity by the sheer juxtaposition of two such poignant terms – Sex and Shahrukh Khan. A few years back when I had first heard it, I perhaps laughed it off, found it lame or could have even fount it witty – I really don’t recall. Today, somehow the significance of the statement is screaming out to me. I owe it to the two months exercise in ‘Branding and Positioning’.
This story is an entry for summer saga contest 2014
Brief outline of the project
It was time to wrap up, stuff things and head back home. A forty minute ordeal through the 'local', fighting to get in, fighting to get out and then finally home. Tired I would be, but never enough to relish Mummy's Kitchen and finally the day would end. And then looking for another day, another week in Mumbai - my home. Family, friends and a city that literally breathes, a place which does not have time to pause and opportunities that no one wants to miss.
It was 5:34 A.M. No time for any self-respecting human being to be getting up and about. However, here in the northern states of India, the sun is more eager to rise, and its first rays were already filtering through the curtains into my room. I peeked through my sheets, groaned at the intrusion and covered myself again, determined to clock in at least an hour more of dozing. That’s when my doorbell rang jarringly. I shuffled to the door and it opened to reveal a hotel clerk, replete with combed oily hair, smiling at me. He suggested that it would be a good time to have a bath, as hot water would not be available post 6 A.M. I decided against debating with him on the stupidity of wanting to have a hot water bath in 44 degree heat, and just nodded my head, closed the door and went right back to sleep.