Over the years I’ve weighed in with my opinion on the profile that can get in to a Good B school. Many think I'm a crank, but an increasing number of people in the biz have similar doubts about the shit these people need to take us inside.
Well in the quest of a bright future, like everyone does, i landed up in ISB (Indian school of business), The only dream school for the people who cannot crack CAT and of course who don’t know how much it takes to get into ISB with lil of work experience. Perhaps for me it would be a perfect blind date to start with. It was like living in the present with the memories of distorted past and projections of the future. So.....
It was a perfect Hyderabad’s weather and like me there were many more who had come for clearing their doubts (or in simple words , had come to feel the fact that how inappropriate they are for this school). As soon as i saw that big giant beautiful building, my mind transformed my unbiased cognition to biased perception. The dream generator was like full of fuel, and for me, dreams are my second mind. Though nothing absolute about it, i walked in the reality meeting the receptionist and some good looking students who greeted us( i along with others ) and who asked us to follow them for a ride in the heaven. It was a beautiful sight , may be because of the weekend or perhaps every one out there feels so great every time. In the middle of a big dome , i saw many of the students , dressed up casually and were busy in their laptop machines. Of course, weren’t working on social networking sites. It is a common experience that anticipation of happiness is probably more joyful than actual event but neways... As we moved ahead , these students showed us the class rooms , the large library and many other things. But as the dream generator was about to roll, there came the first meteor , the students told us that they had 7 years of experience both and had done tremendously well in their field. Man!!! Where do i stand , with two years of Satyam experience.
It was time,6 O clock and we all moved into the big room where there were already many of them sitting. There was a man, aged almost 40-50 and with a superb personality, who introduce himself as the head of admissions in ISB, and who was standing right in a centre with a mic. He showed us some videos of alums sharing their thoughts and experiences and promised us to give some time with more students later in the day. He was clear in his presentation , and specifications which ISb look for in a student but he didn’t mention any remedy that can get us there. In the questions section, i asked him if its true that ISB looks for some experience in NGO’s or things, in students. He straight away replied, if that were the case, or if they declare like this. Everyone will get in to NGO’s . He explained in a way that , if ISB declares that they took someone who does salsa very well, shiamak davar will come himself and pay them half of his revenue , as everyone will start learning that to get in here. He emphasized , its not a particular thing they look for, Its how well a student showcases its stuff, be it brushing his teeth. Well mostly evry one asked their doubts on admissions and all.
After i got of that place, the hall, The moment was wasted in castigating the past i had lived in and strategising the future . I met another student outside and asked him what he suggests for me with the kind of experience i have, and to get into this heaven. He said its not , bout the numerical figure of experience one needs, its the mind that should be well developed . I wasn’t fully agreed on his statement on which he said if i could sit inside the class, i would understand. Well it was the right ignition which was needed to stop that bloody dream generator then to actually do something. I spoke to the professor and requested him to let me sit in the class. It wasn’t easy but by telling him how badly i want to get the feel and how important it would be for me , He agreed, and here came something to save that meteor ,My first win in a B school. Yeppie..... I sat in class which had all the future CEO’s inside, not just what people say. They were from the business magazines editorials disguised as students..Perhaps Not.!! Each and every discussion they had with the prof was full of facts, examples and in business slangs. I couldn’t figure out what class was taking place, but it was something high from my reach. I was barely making myself happy by listening to examples they gave and countries they talk about, which fortunately for me exist in the real world.
In the break , i thought i had enough and made a move by thanking every one who helped in someway. I am in thoughts now. Its not that generator its something different than this but its certainly making me to fight and move!!!! I wish i can go back in my past to make myself better than what i am today not as a person but as a CEO in the making. I wish that my wish gets completed.
I cannot share what i am feeling now, but its certainly a better feeling without doing anything because i know i will do. Its just a day, i wonder how these people feel living in that place for 365 days. I wonder what it takes to compete with them . I have started to walk. Let me Run. Let me fast Forward my life 2-3 yrs ahead.
