Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Set 1

GAME 1

IIM A rolls out the carpets to me. The red bricks and the hallowed Harvard steps - the architecture symbolizing aspirations of 150,000 Indians each year - mesmerized me. I was gasping, perhaps it was too hot and humid on that day of June. The mazes between hostels could have easily passed to have been at Hogwarts.

Game : IIM A wins. My serve broken by IIM A.
Score: IIM A vs Me : 1 - 0


GAME 2

The "how's" and "why's" of IIM A are flung at me. Even Neo couldn't have dodged them. 270 brilliant minds of India face another set of 270 minds (who are better equipped with communication network and a heritage to fall back upon). Its a surrender. IIM A hits all aces. [This description is purposefully vague. Only after joining IIM A can you understand what is this Game 2 all about].

Game : IIM A wins. All aces on its serve.
Score: IIM A vs Me : 2 - 0


GAME 3

2.5 weeks into the course, its a sleepy noon after classes when I receive the call from the Admissions Office. No, they weren't reconsidering my admission. :) They called to tell me that I have been shortlisted for first round of selections for the Aditya Birla Scholarship (ABS). Are you kidding me? This is a prank!! But it didn't turn out that way. I was among the 20 students from IIM A shortlisted for the first round. The selection isn't based on my performance so far, if any, in IIM A. This is a powerful slam from my side, although utilizing reserves from past performances.

Game : I win (as of now)
Score: IIM A vs Me : 2 - 1


GAME 4

The institute is not directly involved in this one. I stand for the Class Representative election. Put forth my candidature at 23:59:59; I stick to deadlines. Having won Game 3, the onus was high to convert the advantage of ABS. Juggling between the quizzes, CR election campaign and ABS essays; some of the serves turned to Double Faults. In the end, I struggled hard to make it through with the CR campaigning. The counting starts. The first round of counting went Deuce. The second round of counting also went Deuce. The thrid round saw me losing advantage and I was defeated by 3 votes. For that 1 week, the acads took hit (Single Faults) and the effect escalated till mid-terms. I fought a tough game and perhaps, lost gracefully.

Game : IIM A wins
Score: IIM A vs Me : 3 - 1


GAME 5

This was an extended game. It continued for long as an intermittent game between other games. The psychological acceptance of the fact that I am at IIM A and there is no turning back. Sounds cheesy? It wont if you had been living a King Size life at Bangalore, doing a job which provided decent mental stimulation, get paid fat sums, earn a mark for yourself and the precious 'work-ex'; and you weren't really keen on joining a B-School. The charm of the old days lured me. The struggle didnot allow me to enjoy the initial 2 months of my stay. Each day was a drag with the classes proving some respite (as those were the times when the mind was focussed on a single activity). The issue settled in favor of IIM A on 22nd Aug when it finally soaked into me that "I can not go back".

Game : IIM A wins
Score: IIM A vs Me : 4 - 1


GAME 6

Mid term exams. The Double Fault of CR campaigning and struggle to earn ABS Advantage resulted in numerous Single Faults on academic front. It was an on-off case. A ace in one quiz, a C in another, a B+ in yet another.... so on and so forth. Previous game (Game 5) also took its toll. The things were beginning to settle as the mid terms neared. Well, the fallen angel made the best of them. In retrospect, I did better than I thought I was doing at that time. Its not been a clincher, but I took the advantage MENTALLY.

Game : I win
Score: IIM A vs Me : 4 - 2


GAME 7

T-nite, the talent week at IIM. I was not feeling well after the mid terms and T-Nite was just around the corner. The stakes were high and I knew that my contribution would do its tiny bit towrads the Section's success. However, the talent in the section didnot need any help. They rocked and rolled while I drove for some time to get stuff from the market, an advantage I had because of having a bike on campus. Still, the involvement could have been much more. This game went to IIM A; in the sense that the show was over before I could adjust to its demands.

Game : IIM A wins
Score: IIM A vs Me : 5 - 2


GAME 8

I cleared the first round of ABS and reached the final interview round. Not much to say, just that the efforts taken to write the essays didn't go waste though they clashed with the CR campaigning.

Game : I win
Score: IIM A vs Me : 5 - 3


GAME 9

My groupmates @ IIM A. Group dynamics is a difficult thing to handle. Especially when the competitive spirits are flying high and everyone wants to make a mark for himself/herself. Luckily, our group settled into a common rythm. Vroom, Hoax, PuBo, Bhoora and Tram make the Group "Four"ce. It has been a pleasure working with them. Towards the term end, the real power of group was into display. The multiple assignments could not have been completed without the group members supporting each other.

Game : I (We) win
Score: IIM A vs Me : 5 - 4


Game 10

I make it to the Niche club and would get to do stuff related to Product Marketing. With the support of a formal club, it will be easier to push through and make it an interesting activity on Campus. My dream company made a visit to the campus and I was able to justify endless hours spent tracking this company's progress. [I cannot mention the name because of confidentiality reasons, you make a guess and you may be right if you are feeling lucky! :)] Have I earned the reputation of being the nerd of the batch? Who knows? Will somebody who has overheard the conversations in corridors let me know?

Game : I win
Score: IIM A vs Me : 5 - 5


Game 11

The Professors and the faculty. They are God level! Never before in my life have I been taught by a Faculty where each member delivers more than 100 percent. Example, I remember my last class on Managerial Accounting. Having an Engineering background, Accounting was a completely new subject to me. I mean, COMPLETELY NEW. Yes. In the last lecture, the Professor made us go through an actual Annual Financial Report of a real world company. As he described the entries and numbers, somehow it all fit in. I could see what the numbers spoke, what they indictaed, where did they come from. The Annual Report had started making a sense, in just 3 months! Full credits to the Faculty. Though the grades in this particular course have not been flattering for me, the learning has been immense. I wasn't even fighting this game, I surrendered happily.

Game : IIM A wins.
Score: IIM A vs Me : 6 - 5


Game 12

Term 1 is over. The end terms have been written and results are awaited. I guess IIM A will score another win there :) In 3 months, I have known new capabilities and new limitations in me. The stay has helped me know better about myself. I have made a bunch of new friends. I played soccer after a long time. Some acknowledged my genuine interest in certain things. I was exposed to immense talent of my batchmates and the experience will continue. With each passing game, the "IIM A vs Me" factor has been reducing. No longer is a win for me not a win for IIM A. Was I fighting the system? Or was I fighting my own inhibitions? Its premature to take a stand right now. There are 5 more Sets (terms) to go. Lets see how the score card reads at the end. As of now, as I await Term 2 to start, I give this last game of the Set 1 to IIM A, for the sheer breadth of experience and revelations it has given me.

Game : IIM A wins.
Score: IIM A vs Me : 7 - 5

SET 1: IIM A wins

Nostalgia grammar - Past Perfect, Future Tense

I have hit the "Home" key taking a break from the gruesome first term at IIM A. The 3 months have passed in a jiffy. But more on IIM A in some other post.

Its been a gypsy's life for me in the past 7 years.
1999-2003 - shifted 4 hostels @ IT BHU in 4 years.
2003-2006 - shifted 4 houses in Bangalore
2003-2006 - shifted 3 companies in Bangalore
2006-now - shifted to IIM A

Each new phase adds new memories. Sometimes they are physical in nature: memorabilia, gifts, insignias etc. Each new spring cleaning throws out some of these which have now attained 'junk' status. Funny how some of the treasured possessions become unwanted as the memories accompanying them fade out.

Some of the items purged off this time:
1. Call letters of IIT JEE - 1999 and 2000.
2. Call letters of Roorkee 99 and BHU 99.
3. Computer project report - ISC 1999.

They were all lying neatly piled up in a drawer. Leafing through each of them renewed the times when they were so relevant. Just pieces of paper, are they? Not really.

They are almost like the geological layers which denote the passing of ages on earth and serve as markers. These marked the point on timeline when I transitioned from school to college. The umpteen competitive exams, the endless nights of toil on "preparation material", the idolizing of exam toppers of yesteryears, the anxiety to make it through.

Destroying those papers erased the another set of markers of a phase of life. What remains now is a fact that I joined IT BHU in July 1999. All the options that were present at that time and all the dilemmas they raised are lost. Similar exercises were carried out when moving from 10th to 11th, college to job, from being "Neo" to "no-Neo", 3 years in job to return to academics. With each passing milestone, the attachment to the current state is reducing. Hardly any determination is required now to throw away the belongings which an important of life a few days ago.

Is this 'nirvana'? Realizing that material possessions and memories are only prisons of mind and a man must move on because "the journey" is only the permanent truth. Or is it even a higher degree of materialism; where possessions lose their meanings to new advancements, the past is forgotten after it has been used, where old has no place to survive.

I am being nostalgic about "being nostalgic" :)

Sunday, September 03, 2006

To blog or not

... that is the question.

Have been going through endless oscillations of an urge to pen down the events of past 3 months and stopping myself to display the conflicts on a public blog. Just deleted a draft of a random rambling. My par'd'ner, though, has read it while editing one of his posts. Hmmm.. so that piece of writing didn't go completely unnoticed.