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Those 8 hours of the day

There have been some significant changes in life post IIM Indore. They are significant because I have nothing significant going on these days. This time just after graduation and before joining your company is the most boring and toughest time ever, which I will later magically realize was the bestest time ever. I will leave the repenting to the later stages of my life, and also the figuring out what productive things could have been done. Just like we made suggestions to case studies. Oh, history is so fun to correct, comment and criticize. Getting back to the issue, the most significant change that has happened to me are dreams. I now discover that 2 years at IIM I, I never had a dream. Never ever. Now does this have a deeper meaning to it ? Umm...I think you and I should not delve much into it, because it is not going to give an inspirational touch to it, it would rather break the heart of the B-School fan. But if I say that 'we were living a dream, so didn't need one' ,...

An IIM destitute

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" With over 95 companies registering for the process, 367 offers were showered over 173 students . The average salary of accepted offers stood at INR 13.07 Lacs per annum. The mean domestic salary has increased by more than 20% as compared to that of the previous year. For a batch with more than half the participants with no prior work-experience, an average salary of accepted offers surpassing INR 13 Lacs per annum was a delight. The top 50 offers have an average of nearly INR 18 Lacs per annum with offers spanning diverse sectors and roles ." - IIM Indore Placement report 2008 The crazy thing about these placement reports is that they give you the kind of confidence that you feel like a prince. But I can tell you very very frankly you feel no more than pauper after the placements. I went on this splendid trip of the Uttaranchal that reduced my bank balance from 5 digits to 3 digits. I am home these days, in hiding, so that friends don't find me here, otherwise they ...

The lasting melody of IIM I

I was in the backseat of a cab when the grand gates of IIM Indore opened to welcome me to it's abode. I was a 21 year old scared of the new world and shy of the new family that will change my life. But now I am driving out in my own car, in the driver's seat with all the world to embrace. There is just one thing that makes it difficult, the campus road will be left behind. The gates will shine on my back, my room will be alone without me. The classrooms will look pale without the chattering and the business magazines. Sadness just grips this little heart and squeezes the blood out from it. No matter how much water I drink, my mouth can't just seem to regain the moisture. All this because I didn't make friends here....I became a member of a big family.... Suddenly I want to forget all the pride, ego and poison that's there. I become drowned with emotions, photographs, videos and not so old memories. Nights feel so soothing...I just want to sit in the wind, stare out ...

The bridge to .......

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I had promised to myself that I will not blog about this, but now I don't find any reason to escape it. I hope this would serve as my mark of respect for the two friends I miss having around. We were returning to our campus after a Section A dinner party, when Kunal told me that Nitesh and Neha were missing since evening. Neha Singh, Nitesh Aggarwal , Kunal Gaurav and Vishal Kaushal had went for an outing to Choral. What we got to know was that they were missing and their phones could not be reached. I was unabashedly telling others they must have wandered here and there and would return soon. Their phones were unreachable since evening, that was not a cause of worry, I thought, because Choral was out of cellular network coverage. So I had everything to believe that we would hear from them soon. The moment I reached the campus and walked towards the mess, scenes became more serious. Roshin met me in front of the mess and told me that they were missing and a meeting has been called....