Even though it is said that democratic governments, for all their messiness, are less fragile, as they draw their legitimacy from pluralism and political contestation, rather than from high economic growth or nationalist appeals, I do not agree in totality with the same and am constrained to share my RTI experiences.
IIM-I campus is located on a hillock. The campus, bestowed with beautiful green lawns and a rich canopy of trees, is surely a photographer’s delight. The amazing view from the sunset point is only matched in its beauty by the dazzling Indore skyline at night. The academic block architecture is equally compelling with its beautiful arches and circular structure.
They say that the two months of summer internship are life-changing. I would agree to that to a certain extent. The most important thing you learn is how the corporate world works. Apart from that, you understand and realize what kind of work you would want to do in the future. Of course, basic learning like personality development, team-work, networking is built naturally as you march towards the completion of your two months. Here I will be talking about my journey-right from preparation till the completion of the internship.
Placement season is one the most nerve wrecking time during the first year for a majority of b-school graduates. Being able to convert your dream profile requires a certain level of confidence and composure. Two words prominently highlighted in the job description of Fidelity Investments were “Technology” and “Finance.” One was my area of experience and another my area of interest, which seemed like a perfect opportunity to amalgamate my expertise and interest.
The Bhubaneswar heat, dripping shirts, perspiring thoughts, upholding conscious appearances but still unconscious among the melee, a new life about to begin, a journey yet to embark, lots of dreams to fulfill, lots of expectations to cover, uneasy glances, nervous smiles and many more. These were just a tint of the plethora of experiences I had as I entered the XIMB campus. My journey for this destination had come through a lot of rigors of CAT, XAT, the group discussions to the interviews but the first day I came into the campus I saw ‘The journey has just started’ logo printed on the finely engraved graffiti wall near the mess area. Excited as many were, I entered my hostel room, met my roommate and started to explore the campus. Situated right in the heart of the city the campus never failed to amaze me as it has lush greenery and the view from the top floor is practically amazing. There are lots of canteens and plenty of opportunities for a sports junkie like me to spend time around. Then came the seniors and their interactions some of which were overt while some being highly ‘covert’ and I had a fun time interacting with everyone around.
It’s hardly over a fortnight that we have stepped into this college, yet it seems like ages. Assignments, batch meets, case studies, presentations, group discussions, sports meets, cultural meet, quiz sessions, conclaves and what not! With each day seemingly passing off like an express train; life at XIMB has been till now a gruesome grooming session. Well, apart from academics and formal affairs, these tough curriculums did teach us a lot about networking and hence rendering us an escapade in the form of batch mates. People of diverse background, age groups, mentality, skill sets have come together this far; somehow messing it, missing it and managing it. So, here is a list of 4 batch mates among many who are certainly going to leave an imprint in my mind for years to come.
Siddhartha Malani - When I reached my room in XIMB I was greeted with a bunk bed, and a roommate already sleeping in it. Yes, it was Malani. When I found out he was from Delhi, I thought it was going to be a tough year living with a Delhiite. But Siddhartha proved me wrong, he's a great roommate who has a bit of OCD for cleaning but that works out great for me. In these few days we have managed to created a choreographed routine. I wake him up, he turns on the geyser, we get ready, and he grabs the shoes and runs to call the elevator while I lock the door and join him just before the elevator closes.
Even though it is said that democratic governments, for all their messiness, are less fragile, as they draw their legitimacy from pluralism and political contestation, rather than from high economic growth or nationalist appeals, I do not agree in totality with the same and am constrained to share my RTI experiences.
IIM-I campus is located on a hillock. The campus, bestowed with beautiful green lawns and a rich canopy of trees, is surely a photographer’s delight. The amazing view from the sunset point is only matched in its beauty by the dazzling Indore skyline at night. The academic block architecture is equally compelling with its beautiful arches and circular structure.
They say that the two months of summer internship are life-changing. I would agree to that to a certain extent. The most important thing you learn is how the corporate world works. Apart from that, you understand and realize what kind of work you would want to do in the future. Of course, basic learning like personality development, team-work, networking is built naturally as you march towards the completion of your two months. Here I will be talking about my journey-right from preparation till the completion of the internship.
Placement season is one the most nerve wrecking time during the first year for a majority of b-school graduates. Being able to convert your dream profile requires a certain level of confidence and composure. Two words prominently highlighted in the job description of Fidelity Investments were “Technology” and “Finance.” One was my area of experience and another my area of interest, which seemed like a perfect opportunity to amalgamate my expertise and interest.
The Bhubaneswar heat, dripping shirts, perspiring thoughts, upholding conscious appearances but still unconscious among the melee, a new life about to begin, a journey yet to embark, lots of dreams to fulfill, lots of expectations to cover, uneasy glances, nervous smiles and many more. These were just a tint of the plethora of experiences I had as I entered the XIMB campus. My journey for this destination had come through a lot of rigors of CAT, XAT, the group discussions to the interviews but the first day I came into the campus I saw ‘The journey has just started’ logo printed on the finely engraved graffiti wall near the mess area. Excited as many were, I entered my hostel room, met my roommate and started to explore the campus. Situated right in the heart of the city the campus never failed to amaze me as it has lush greenery and the view from the top floor is practically amazing. There are lots of canteens and plenty of opportunities for a sports junkie like me to spend time around. Then came the seniors and their interactions some of which were overt while some being highly ‘covert’ and I had a fun time interacting with everyone around.
It’s hardly over a fortnight that we have stepped into this college, yet it seems like ages. Assignments, batch meets, case studies, presentations, group discussions, sports meets, cultural meet, quiz sessions, conclaves and what not! With each day seemingly passing off like an express train; life at XIMB has been till now a gruesome grooming session. Well, apart from academics and formal affairs, these tough curriculums did teach us a lot about networking and hence rendering us an escapade in the form of batch mates. People of diverse background, age groups, mentality, skill sets have come together this far; somehow messing it, missing it and managing it. So, here is a list of 4 batch mates among many who are certainly going to leave an imprint in my mind for years to come.
Siddhartha Malani - When I reached my room in XIMB I was greeted with a bunk bed, and a roommate already sleeping in it. Yes, it was Malani. When I found out he was from Delhi, I thought it was going to be a tough year living with a Delhiite. But Siddhartha proved me wrong, he's a great roommate who has a bit of OCD for cleaning but that works out great for me. In these few days we have managed to created a choreographed routine. I wake him up, he turns on the geyser, we get ready, and he grabs the shoes and runs to call the elevator while I lock the door and join him just before the elevator closes.
