To top that, this weekend saw a city-wide power outage just as we had escaped with our lives, dusty and tired…hoping to find refuge in the climate-controlled confines if one of the myriad halls showing ’em moving pictures. With all operations at a stand-still, our search led us deeper into the suburbs…only to find darkened hulks of concrete structures watching over ribbons of light streaming from hundreds of headlights. Our perseverance paid off as our last hope blazed in the distance. Sure, all available self-generated power was being redirected from the air-conditioning to the lights but it was better than nothing. A leisurely supper spent considering our options apart from one of the few buildings with power in the city when the escalators resume their humming and we settle into watching that piece of cinematic brilliance ‘The Ghost-Rider’. Sean Penn had mentioned it when Con-Air was released, but Nicolas Cage’s descent into truly main-stream pulp is well and truly certified by this one. The surest sign though that the evening was looking up came just then…and how! Coz, after all…“The greatest battle lies within”…Spiderman 3…4th May ’07
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Was there for placements and needless to say, being on the other side of the panel was a revelation…to see one after the other individual…sporting impressive CVs…but for those few minutes, concerned about making an impression and trying just that bit too hard. Been there, done all of that, got the t-shirt and yesterday, got the helicopter view as well. Finally made 5 offers, which is substantial for a firm this size. More importantly, hoped to have atleast conveyed that none of those designation/company combinations were the ‘be and end-all’ and that things were only getting started for each individual of the batch of 2007
And even with the high level of stress and the higher pulse-rates of all the impeccably dressed individuals out there, the ISB environment, even at its theoretical worst… what an environment to be in!
flashforward a year, give a month and…. pre-placement jitters and feeble placement prep long done, offers evaluated, agonized over, almost rejected then accepted, a blur that was the final term, lots of bleary-eyed nostalgia over what was going to be missed. the decision to switch tracks, lots of second-guessing. finding what you’ve not been looking for but have seeked in the most unexpected manner. suddenly two-month planning horizons don’t cut it…or don’t they? lot of questions about the kind of job that i can sink my teeth into still remain unanswered…but maybe simplified to an extent…am thinking its going to be an ongoing process…like the reduction of something radioactive…no, not in that unnecessarily explosive way like in WWI
catching up with batchmates and even total strangers is a revelation..into my my own thought process…the moment where you swap visiting cards and they look at yours and look up with a puzzled expression. theirs bears a logo that needs no introduction, has as many in their HR dept (annexe) for their western region operations as there are people in your organisation. you know the name on your visiting card is not going to be jockeying for a slot on Day 0 come placement week. neither is that reverence going to make itself apparent in the junior’s voices when you tell them what you’ve done with yourself since graduating.
so, does it matter? and if it doesn’t, why would it occupy an entire train of thought? funny. on closer inspection, you’re now in a firm that traditionally never hired from the top-tier schools in the country. part of their ‘low-cost management consulting model’. 7 months and another ISB-ian later, they’ve signed up to hire from ISB, for the first time. the opportunity to have a telling impact on an organisation and its workings awaits. not cut-and-dried by any means…but the opportunity is there.
the sixty-four million dollar question is, how strong will that urge to send out email from a domain thats known in all inhabited continents be? answers awaited…