I am IN…

Well, I had been thinking about posting for the last couple of days but due to some unnecessary work, I have been keeping myself busy. The CAT results are out and thanks to the almighty; I am going to study in one of the prestigious IIMs.

After a rather long and tiring wait which was capable of giving nervous breakdowns to many, the IIM results were out on 27th April. IIMC came out with its results first and to my utter shock; my name did not feature in the list of the successful students. My interview and GD went well but I do not know what happened… The Joka professors did not like me. Nevertheless I was satisfied when I saw the following:

You have been selected for admission to PGP 2007-2009 batch at IIM Lucknow.
Note: Formal admission letter is being sent by Speed Post. You will have to send us your formal written acceptance on the prescribed
form enclosing a Demand Draft of Rs.30,000/- (non-refundable) in favour of IIM Lucknow payable at Lucknow, so as to reach us latest by May 14, 2007. Failure of this will be construed as withdrawal of the candidate, and the right of Admission will be forfeited.

OMG! I am in! I just could not express my happiness… I called up my mother and the moment I told her, I could feel her expression. I could almost see how tears came out of her eyes. Last year, when I could not convert the lone IIMK call, I did not dare call my parents… not because they would have scolded me but because I could not stand that feeling of telling them that I did not make it. I instead sent them one SMS and later they told me that both my parents cried that night. My father is usually very phlegmatic. He does not express his emotions… My mother told me that even his eyes were full of tears… Even today when I think of that sight, tears fill up my eyes. But thankfully that period is a past now. My parents have faced a lot from everybody. They are two very simple human beings who are easily gullible. Many a time people have taken undue advantage of their simplicity. I always wanted to do well because I am their only hope. I am the only one who is their path shower. They have given everything to me… I have got everything that I have asked for. I had never been satisfied with my own performance before I got L. I feel they deserved it and the almighty has listened to my parents’ prayers rather than mine. I can only say, “THANK YOU!”

Now is the time for me to stay focused. I will have to perform because I know life is not going to be that simple… IIFT was much easier but I am sure the atmosphere is going to be different there in IIML.

For the time being, I am saying L because Lucknow is my best convert till now. I have converted IIM Indore as well but will prefer L over I. I am waitlisted in IIMB… I have a feeling that I will be through in IIMB but as of now, I am really happy and satisfied with whatever I have.

The waiting list status will be cleared after 16th May’07. So that is going to be another wait as far as B is concerned. I am going to send the money to Lucknow because I cannot afford to lose one seat because of 30k bucks.

Rest everything is on the almighty… I simply hope I do justice to the almighty’s blessings. I have realized one thing over the last one year… I have got practical proofs in my own life not in one but numerous instances… If you really want something, then want it in such a manner that you do not want anything else. Life will give you everything… It is just a matter of time and the moment which is right for you to get what you deserve.

Dear God! Thanks a lot!!!



The wait is becoming unbearable for me. I want the IIM results to come out as soon as possible. This stalemate is wasting away my precious time and making me addicted to pagalguy again. I simply do not understand why things become so complicated at times…

I am in Bangalore… I have been unable to savour the so called beauty of the place because there is always a tension lingering behind my mind…

Traffic congestions, poor drains which start over flowing when clouds start forming in the sky, the auto and taxi drivers always willing to plunder you… all these things accompanied by the worries are making my life a mini hell here.

I sound negative but Bangalore came as a huge shocker to me. I was thinking that traffic would be the only bad link to the city… But here, there is no place to enjoy. At times I feel it is worse than Hyderabad. At least food was not a problem there… Pollution, chaos, commotion, lawlessness make Bangalore a nasty place to live in. The only good thing here is the weather which becomes pleasant in the evening… but one cannot expect me to look at the sky during the evening without any place to sit and enjoy…

OMG! I should not have written so bad about this place… Probably I am venting some frustration out here… LOL…

But yes! There are some positive things as well. I met a few old friends here… One very good friend from Assam stays here near IIMB… It is always nice to be back among the old frens… Made some friends here in Wipro as well… My project mate is an excellent companion… having great time with her…



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Here in Bangalore

I am in Bangalore finally. Hyderabad was a nice experience, thanks to all my friends. The journey from Hyderabad to Bangalore was too good… I enjoyed the same.

I stayed at a friend’s place for one night here and then I shifted to IIMB. I am writing this blog from the IIMB Computer Center itself. The campus is beautiful and serene… It is a pleasure to watch the greenery around specially when you come from a place where only the concrete beauties exist. I am missing Assam and my parents… Hopefully I will be able to see them soon.

Yesterday (April 13th), we had our induction programme. It was my first corporate experience and I did really like it. We had an interaction with the HR lady then with one Mr. Ranjan Acharya (he is one of the only 21 PCMM consultants in the world). His speech was by far the most entertaining one because he mixed content very shrewdly with humor. I and Chino were talking in the lounge and we could see Azim Premji, the Wipro Head walking across the building. Actually, the induction was done at the Sarjapur office of Wipro which is the corporate head office of the entire group. We played a team game which was pure fun. Then there was a small treasure hunt thing… although the name was wrongly put. We were being divided into 5 teams and each team had to visit the different branches of the WIPRO group and then speak to the whole group about the same. It was not fun but absolute GAS!

We also had a photo session of all the interns who got inducted that day. It was good…

Have not yet met too many bangalorean friends of mine (from college). Want to see them soon.

My project starts from Monday onwards. I have been told that the Electronics City is a huge office where 30000 people work for WIPRO. It will be a great experience hopefully and since I have always been interested in the IT field, I want to do well in the project.

I am anxiously waiting for the IIM final results to come out. That tension always prevails. Just praying to the almighty that every thing goes well this time…


One minute @ the American Diners

All my IIM interviews are over and I am a free man now. My last one (Indore) was in the Indian Social Institute, Lodhi Road. It did not really take me too long to find out the place because of the smart “mapping” by some friends from IIFT.

The interview went well… I spoke quite well in the GD. Once or twice, the points were being carried forward as well. That proved that I spoke substance. The case given to us was really very confusing. I used the whole discussion to understand what the case was really talking about. Interview was nice and a very cordial lady (from the panel) started by asking lots of questions on my hobbies, Wal Mart, Sam Walton, Assam, photography, blogs etc. etc. I had a few hiccups in answering to some questions on International Finance because the questions they asked were primarily fact based, which is like G.K. I anticipated questions on the concepts… Anyways I covered up well and I ended it with satisfaction. I now have a long wait before the IIMs give the final verdict on the same.

Right now, I am on my way to Hyderabad. As usual is the case, everytime before boarding the train, I looked at the list and was really happy to see some “F22”. Fate was bad and when I encountered the reality, I felt I was doomed. It sucks man… I don’t know when the so called adventure would happen to me… LOL… J

I wanted to write something about my experience in the India Habitat Centre and the Khan Market post my last interview but believe me the 12 hour sleeps over the last few days prevented me from venturing out into the act of writing something worthy. I planned something with GG and I hope it turned out well and nice albeit in an adventurous way.

My interview was over. I dialed GG’s number. GG picked up and the conversation started…

GG: Hey Honey! What’s up? Where are you?
Me: Hey! M done… can you come over here to ISI?
GG: Oh yeah! Just go to the top floor and wait for me in the canteen.

(I took the lift and went up to the top floor only to get dejected because it was stuffed with so many people and all were looking at me because of my Englishman style dress. Probably someone might have thought that I was being mad wearing coat and tie when it was terribly hot in the Delhi Summer. There were a few others who were in formals… Probably they were waiting for some other interviews… I removed my tie and put my coat over my right shoulder and came down and waited for GG to appear. GG’s home was 20 minutes walk from ISI.)

Suddenly my phone vibrated and it was GG.

GG: Hey honey! I will take some 10 more minutes. Where are you? Enjoying up there in the canteen?

Me: HELL NO! Come over here soon and we will talk.

GG comes and we went out. It was pleasant and I discussed something with GG… all about my GD and PI. I was happy it was all over and I was ready to launch myself into a great big break to redeem my lost pride… (Wow! That was extraordinary… Not pride… It should have been lost … ummm… err… I don’t know I lost something)

My purse was empty and I wanted to fill that up with a few currencies. For that I need an ATM machine which was no where nearby. Me and GG went and asked many people but nobody had an idea about an ATM… precisely SBI’s ATM. At last, I withdrew some bucks from AP Bank ATM.

We went to the India Habitat Centre directly. GG told me that he would take me to the American Diners. I initially could not understand what he was talking about. I thought he was talking about some place where we could give some soothing effect to our tortured out eyes which were desperately looking for sources of enjoyment. I also thought that experience would not be very taxing on my finances. We went inside… It was cool. I was dressed semi formally and GG was in his usual hang out dress wearing a spiderman T-Shirt which reminded me of our apna Sardar. The guard at the door was looking at us with his prowling eyes probably thinking that wrong people went inside a wrong place.

I seriously did not have any idea about that place. We went inside the restaurant and the waiter comes up to us offering a seat. One another came to us and asked if we would be taking mineral water. GG said no and looks up into my eyes. We understood that a great deal of embarrassment was on its way. The menu came and I saw the cost of one small burger was Rs. 250/-. I guess that was truly American… Believe me it was very much apparent that they were simply taking loads of money from people without giving anything in return. That place did not even have any proper ambience per se. But GG was constantly telling me it was high time we ran away without giving any orders. I was feeling very shy initially because I had never faced anything similar in the past. We waited for some more time and when the waiters were busy with some other customers (or consumers?) that we decided to run… Thank God! There was another door near the table which was an easy way out for us. I did not look back and rushed out as soon as possible because I knew the waiters would be looking at us with confused eyes. It was my first such experience but it was bound to happen when I was with our DON of IIFT Delhi, i.e. GG.

It was independence and I asked GG not to take me to any such place any more because I was very thirsty inside. We headed towards the Khan Market and had a glass each of fresh juice. I must confess that was the worst glass of juice I had ever taken in my life. Khan Market is all famous for its kababs. I and GG went ahead to an all famous shop “Khan Chacha”. It was a very small one we ordered Mutton kababs. One plate had eight pieces and believe me those were the best pieces of mutton I ever took in my life.

I know vegetarians would not understand what I am talking about. 🙂

I was not in a mood of coming back so soon to the hostel so we decided to talk a walk around the market. I also secretly wanted to taste those kababs once more after some time. We were walking through the same place over and over again. There were small streets between the tall buildings. Somehow I felt as if I was in some European city. The roads were clean and neat. There was no direct sunlight. The area was peaceful and cold (not cold but it was pleasant). The buildings were old but the brands were new. There were bill boards and posters that spoke of the resurgent India. There was some beauty which cannot be described but only felt. GG went to London around a month back and I asked him for some expert comments on the same. He also seemed convinced that I was talking sane. Plus, there were many foreigners out there shopping in those small shops. It was nice and I got time to be a bit philosophical.

GG told me that God has been very unkind to India on two fronts. One, they have given the best climate to the Europeans. Second, (which is more important to us 😀) God has been very partial against us in terms of female population. GG and others devised a formula about what kind of girls would be termed as good looking in London.

Good Looking = All females (1 – % of females who are FAT or OLD)

That is certainly not the case here in India. I used the term “good looking” to keep modesty in this blog. Otherwise the readers can derive as many meanings as they want. J

There were many good looking foreigner females in the Khan Market and it was only the capacity of our brain that mattered because “downloading or uploading” every thing into your brain is not humanely possible.

We were gradually tired of making rounds of the same place over and over again. We went to Khan Chacha again and had one more plate of Kababs. We completed our feast by having cold packed juice which was sort of a toast for both of us.

I took an auto rickshaw back and took a nice sleep for the day before I realized that it was 10:00 at night.

Like every good thing, it was really a very nice experience for me because I enjoyed a lot. Life is beautiful and there are many things which could be cherished in life. People are not always bad… and places don’t always suck!!!


Hyderabad Calling…

I am going to Hyderabad today. My train is at 5: 45 p.m from the New Delhi Railway Station. I hate this lonely travel… I will be going to Bangalore after Hyderabad for my summer training at Wipro.

Well… all my interviews are over. Got some free time but to be frank enough, I am so tensed inside. This long wait for the results is tiring man! I will put a blog on my experience at the Khan market post my IIM-I interview. It was a good one…. 🙂

I have forgotten the exact lines of a quote which touched me inside out when I read that last year… It is tough to forget many things… I am no doubt much better now than before. I am happy.. have made some friends.. enjoying as much as possible.. But one cannot always control emotions… One misses the special one who means a lot to one’s life… The best way out is to find solace in things which seem to be small and go unnoticed but which mean a lot!!!

Ciao!!! 🙂