My side of THE DAY

Ball Room, Country Inn, Gurgaon. (Venue for IIM A interview, 2013)

30 odd people had assembled to knock on the door of the castle every one of them had fantasized conquering. Each one prepared in his own different way to lure the two guards to provide a passage.

Well sorry if you found that too dramatic, let’s just say, I got carried away, and for every reasons I am allowed to………… at least today. It all began in August 2010, with the dream to be able to live this day. Today wasn’t my first interview, so I know what nervousness before a critical interview is. This feeling wasn’t the same. There wasn’t the sense insecurity of not knowing an answer, there wasn’t the fear of screwing up my chances, and there wasn’t the burning desire to prove myself. All I felt was the need to do justice to this auspicious call. All I wanted to do today was to be presentable at that stage. There was this need to be able to belong at that threshold.

WAT happened. Always my stronghold; betrayed me at the most paramount occasion. Agreed that writing is a skill based on perception, what is good for me may not be good enough for someone else and vice-verse. Writing is more like the other forms of art…may be painting or carving sculptures…. If the creator is not satisfied, no amount of praise can turn the creation into perfection. 10 minutes of time and limited space do not provide the liberty of going back. I couldn’t convince myself with the essay I had written, what to expect from the evaluators. Time shall tell….

WAT done and dusted, next came the WAIT. Being third last member of my panel, I had a good 2 hours of time to kill. Girls had formed a small coterie of theirs and for some very strange reason they seemed to be interested in every person’s profile who walked out of the interview room. Guys were sitting on the other side of the room, and again strangely enough, not a single person was interested in knowing what’s being asked in the PIs. I generally make two three friends during my interviews and we kill time by knowing about each other, although no one is interested in each other, everyone just doesn’t have anything better to do. But today was a different scenario. I tried to spark a conversation with a few people but everyone seemed to be in their own different world. Well, must be the Ahmedabad effect.

Finally my turn to embrace the occasion came.  Interview was good.  I am usually a confident person, as far as facing interviews are concerned, but today I faked confidence. I am a believer in being natural in an interview, but today i weighed every word that came out of my mouth. And FYI I did well in that…. ;)
25 odd minutes passed by and it all came to an end.

Verdict is awaited, but strangely enough, I don’t seem to care much about it. All I care about right now is that I justified my call by matching the set standards(i mean by sensibly handling the questions). Surely I need to ask myself if MBA was ever the aim or was it all about getting the most coveted call. That remains to be introspected and answered… but some other day. Today the moment is still alive and I am still in awe.

Sb

P.S. For people expecting an account of the interview, guys pagal guy is the site :P

P.P.S.  VERDICT CONVERTED :D:D:D:D:D:D:D