”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!”
With not even a complete month in IIM Indore, from sharing an induction with more than 600 students in the hall, to one class after another, with subjects that are nowhere related to what most of us have studied so far, the CV iterations, committee selections, club memberships and tiring preprocesses for fests, unending doubts seem to creep up. I feel lost, am I good enough for all of it? Is it even worth all this?
Numerous images flashed past in the background within seconds. Overwhelming.
“Congratulations!” A series of compliments when the final news of selection was out, with additional remarks such as “Your life is now set”. And I believed such facades. After a year’s worth of hard work, we are bound to romanticise a little about the lives at IIM. Parents feel they have played their role, friends with jealousy and happiness both, proud of ourselves and our achievements so far, the rainbow of life starts looking grey when suddenly we find ourselves wondering whether the entire life’s ‘accomplishments’ so far are enough to fill that one page, that would finally decide my future?
Plentiful resources, with peer-group of intelligentsia across the country, the elite professors, the enormous alumni network and of course the experience of living on this beautiful campus; when I got the news of admission, these were few of the things that I began swooning over.
But the life at IIM is more than these glamorous daydreams, it’s about the ‘intangibles’, the unrealised insights about yourself, the ceaseless possibilities for self-improvement, the craving to compete, the falling down and the rising up, and coming face-to-face with the tough realities which finally prepare us for the real world outside.
“If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same”
The life here demands the same. To rise above the comforts of day dreaming and to go on the battlefield, not to survive but to win. It’s not about giving your best but to push yourself beyond what you thought was the best. And then, to let go of the results, whether you won or lost. It is never about the end but the means, never about the red-ribbon but crossing the track, not the destination but the journey.
When I came here, with pride and dreams, I believed the destination has finally arrived, however now I know it is just a small junction, the train is still on the track. Yes, now I can cross one thing out of my bucket list, but only to add a 100 more. It is just the beginning. And to make the most out of it, I am prepared now.
We have to buckle up and be ready to deliver beyond the best, redefining our limits every day.
Overcoming our suspicions and worries, when we pledge to make each of these 1440 minutes in the 24 hours, we transcend the boundaries of achievements and fatalities.
“If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man-ager, my son!”
Yes, let the churning do its course, soon the skimmed milk will be seen and we will realise not a dime’s worth effort was ever wasted.