It was sunny and hot day when I landed Delhi airport. I felt that song should be "Delhi ki garmi" instead of "Delhi ki sardi". I have been in Bangalore since last 4 four yeras. May be this the reason that Delhi was hot for me My friend had booked a room for me DRDO.
Next day I had my GD-PI scheduled. I reached FMS around 9:00 o'clock.I felt nostalgic because FMS building is quite similar to IT-BHU. Profs were lazy like IT-BHU Profs. There were a lot people sitting outside for GD/PI. A few had come with parents who were there to support their wards with Glucon-D and Bornvita in their hands.I have been seeing these parents(not same parents) since my IIT-JEE days.
I have two calls from FMS first one MBA(MS) and second one MBA(FT). MS is not as good as FT. So my main target was FT. I was happy because my FT had been scheduled in evening session.
GD experience of FT: there were 10 people in my group. Total time allotted was 11 min. Topic was "Women equality with men is a impossible dream". GD was really a bhasad.It was a bad GD i had ever seen. 2-3 people were talking simultaneously.
Interview was quiet cool unlike IIM-C. 6 people were in panel. They had come eat samosas. 2 people were asking questions. After talking to them I feel that all the profs are cases. Not matter wherever we go.Few questions were wrong but still it was good interview.
I am keeping my finger crossed and hoping for the best.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Flashback of my life
Today, holding beer mug in my hand in "spice and curry" restaurant, I went into the flashback of my life in black and white color(as Flashbacks are depicted in black and white shades in movies). So I decided to scribble something about my past.Here is my small and simple life story.
I can remember my village days,when I used to go to jungle with my goats. Those were the wonderful childhood days(As everyone says about his/her childhood). But seriously speaking, my village days were full of enjoyment and fun.
I was born and brought up in a small village "Kailayi" (nobody knows it, still I mentioned it.. I don't know why??). For who does not know ,I wanna tell that My village resides in district "Kanpur Dehat". Please pay attention towards word "Dehat". Using this word, people make fun of me. Anyways, I used to go to school with my younger brother and 10-15 friends. Going school was an exercise becasue it was 2 km away from village.I used the term "was" for my school because my school exists only in our memory . It was made of "chhappars". Now that school and its "chhappar"do not exist.
My school life was without any sort any tension unlike Convent schools.I was class topper without any study and hard work. Because in my school, people don't compete with one another. I had a group of friends and our main aim used to be "how to enter mango and guava garden without waking up owner and to make off with fruits".
After 8th grades, I shifted to small town Pokhrayan. It is in District Kanpur Dehat (again dehat if anybody wanna pull my leg.. he/she is most welcome). I joined new school and new friends. All my new class mates used to speak pure Hindi. In my village, people speak "Awadhi"(distorted version of hindi). Teachers used to taunt me because I was son of a teacher and still I was the most Gadha person in my class. It took me a whole year to learn new language and to reach the top of the class from bottom the class. I gained back my respect within my teachers and friends.
I passed Intermediate with not so bad marks. Now I had the million dollars question whether I should opt B.Sc. or I should prepare for IIT-Jee. IIT was the most coveted place in the eyes of people of my town. I decided to go IIT-Jee preparation. A few people distracted me "why you want to waste your parents' money". But unfortunately, I was the only person from my batch who crossed IIT-Jee.
It was fun to be in IT-BHU. I made a lot of friends and enjoed every moment of it. I joined wipro and first time I felt that I am not made for a job. I decided to go for CAT. I started preparing.
Meanwhile, my life took an unexpected turn. A girl came into my life. I was totally mad in love with her. I forgot about my dreams and ambitions. She was everything for me. Two years went away within the blink of eye. Now she started ignoring me and taunted me "teri avkat kya hai".She had expected that I would do something in my life. Finally, she left me in the lurch.
I went into depression zone and first time in life,I did not eat any thing for 4 days. I wanted to kill myself but I realized that God wanted me to show right path. I decided that I would work very hard.
Today, I have interview calls from almost all the colleges. And I am stronger than I used to be two year back. Today, I am same village boy,who always wanted to learn something new. I pray that God will never change me.
PS: Please ignore my poor English. I wrote this story in 20minutes so please ignore the punctuation mistakes.
I can remember my village days,when I used to go to jungle with my goats. Those were the wonderful childhood days(As everyone says about his/her childhood). But seriously speaking, my village days were full of enjoyment and fun.
I was born and brought up in a small village "Kailayi" (nobody knows it, still I mentioned it.. I don't know why??). For who does not know ,I wanna tell that My village resides in district "Kanpur Dehat". Please pay attention towards word "Dehat". Using this word, people make fun of me. Anyways, I used to go to school with my younger brother and 10-15 friends. Going school was an exercise becasue it was 2 km away from village.I used the term "was" for my school because my school exists only in our memory . It was made of "chhappars". Now that school and its "chhappar"do not exist.
My school life was without any sort any tension unlike Convent schools.I was class topper without any study and hard work. Because in my school, people don't compete with one another. I had a group of friends and our main aim used to be "how to enter mango and guava garden without waking up owner and to make off with fruits".
After 8th grades, I shifted to small town Pokhrayan. It is in District Kanpur Dehat (again dehat if anybody wanna pull my leg.. he/she is most welcome). I joined new school and new friends. All my new class mates used to speak pure Hindi. In my village, people speak "Awadhi"(distorted version of hindi). Teachers used to taunt me because I was son of a teacher and still I was the most Gadha person in my class. It took me a whole year to learn new language and to reach the top of the class from bottom the class. I gained back my respect within my teachers and friends.
I passed Intermediate with not so bad marks. Now I had the million dollars question whether I should opt B.Sc. or I should prepare for IIT-Jee. IIT was the most coveted place in the eyes of people of my town. I decided to go IIT-Jee preparation. A few people distracted me "why you want to waste your parents' money". But unfortunately, I was the only person from my batch who crossed IIT-Jee.
It was fun to be in IT-BHU. I made a lot of friends and enjoed every moment of it. I joined wipro and first time I felt that I am not made for a job. I decided to go for CAT. I started preparing.
Meanwhile, my life took an unexpected turn. A girl came into my life. I was totally mad in love with her. I forgot about my dreams and ambitions. She was everything for me. Two years went away within the blink of eye. Now she started ignoring me and taunted me "teri avkat kya hai".She had expected that I would do something in my life. Finally, she left me in the lurch.
I went into depression zone and first time in life,I did not eat any thing for 4 days. I wanted to kill myself but I realized that God wanted me to show right path. I decided that I would work very hard.
Today, I have interview calls from almost all the colleges. And I am stronger than I used to be two year back. Today, I am same village boy,who always wanted to learn something new. I pray that God will never change me.
PS: Please ignore my poor English. I wrote this story in 20minutes so please ignore the punctuation mistakes.
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