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So finally here I am. 9 months into the institute and the first year seems to end already. This entire journey was like a roller coaster to me. A lot of ups, and a lot of downs. So the last post was on November 3, 2017. After that, the end term exams came up in December. The typical case based examination scenarios where you have to implement various frameworks. But, but the story does not end here. Meanwhile I got placed for my summer internship at a mid-sized IT based firm. We had only 3 days of holiday after our second term exam. Which means, technically we had only the 30th, 31st of December and 1st of January as holidays. Now what?

Now comes the change. 6 of our friends planned an outing, to Ranikhet. Now, I didn’t have the slightest idea about Ranikhet because I had recently started visiting hill stations. And unfortunately the seventh guy in our group had plans to leave for Delhi, so we were the remaining members. And we knew that staying back in campus won’t give us the kind of a break we need. So we booked a car, and went off to the hill-station. Trust me, they say “Once you visit the Himalayas, they call you back. Each and every time”. So we had our fair share of relaxation, in those three days. And returned back to the campus on the 1st of January. This was the start of the third term, and a new start from a clean slate. This term was also special in a way because during the mid-term, our seniors had completed their syllabus and had to leave the campus. This was a major event for all of us, emotionally. After their departure, the campus looked like a horror story background, with dim lights and the senior’s hostel blocks started looking scary in darkness. But still, we had around 214 students, so our blocks were a bit lively.

In the meanwhile, on a specific weekend, a friend of mine and I went to explore Haridwar and Rishikesh to get out of the sadness. We stayed at night because it took us a bit longer than expected to reach Haridwar. After that, we left for Rishikesh the next day morning. The weather was breezy and chilling winds were following us wherever we went. Finally, after reaching Rishikesh the first thing we did was to get on the Laxman Jhula and Ram Jhula with our bike on. Not that I was a seasoned driver, but my friend carefully maneuvered through both the Jhulas. After wandering around, we decided to visit the Beatles Ashram. But unfortunately we reached at the right time only to know that the Ashram opens up at 11.00AM. With a sad feeling, we skipped the visit and left to eat some pastries at the German bakery. A lot of German and French people met us and smiled, though the cafe owner seemed a bit annoyed (we really didn’t know that we Indians are probably not allowed or something). After having pastries, we left to explore the city and stumbled upon a sadhu who suggested us that we should do river-rafting and the experience would change our lives altogether. We took his suggestion and left after thanking him. So we found out one of the shops where they were advertising river rafting and other sports, and started bargaining for the 16km. At first, the agent was not ready, but when a foreigner couple came along to go for river-rafting, we had to threaten him that we will tell them the price they are overcharging from them. Only then the agent agreed, and then we were told to keep our bags at the registering office. A car came and took us to the registering office, only to keep our bags and sign a few papers (probably anti-claim papers?). We signed those papers and left for the point from where the rafting starts. After that, we were given instructions and made to sit on the boat. I was a bit nervous, but later got the hang of it. There were some serious places where the boat was vigorously shaking, but didn’t tumble. And finally we were instructed to jump in the water. I thought it is risky so I didn’t jump initially. But my friend pulled me down, and once I jumped, the fear within me crawled away. Finally we reached our destination, i.e the place from we started. After changing clothes and payment, we left to have lunch. And finally, we returned from the beautiful city of Rishikesh, only to get back to the grind. Here is a picture of the Jhula which we went over!

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After this adventure, came the season of Holi. This was again a long holiday (read 3 days) for us, but we didn’t really want to stay back at the campus. So, two of us (among the seven members) were keen onto riding their bike and going for a long trip. We too agreed, and decided on booking a cab again for the trip. This time, it was more closer to the Himalayas (i.e getting too close to see the Rajramba and Panchchuli peaks) at Munsyari.

So our itinerary for the three days were

Day 1 : Almora

Day 2 : Bageshwar – Munsyari

Day 3 : Ranikhet – Nainital and back home!

Everything we planned went as expected, but there was a small accident involved where a friend slipped off road and somehow got a bit hurt. His bike was damaged as well, but he did maintain his speed while going on the mountains. This trip was ethereal, and honestly the mountains look amazingly beautiful. The trip is successful, only if you have a great company with you. Here is a glimpse, of what we saw there at Munsyari. Though this doesn’t do justice to what we have seen with our eyes.

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After the trip, we felt rejuvenated and started on to fight the approaching exams. Though I’ll be honest we were totally burned out during the last exam, but then it was all worth given we were coming back home the very next day. So, finally after the exams, we all left for Delhi airport to reach home. And eventually I got time, to write this post while I get ready to explore Pune, the city I am allotted for my internship. Till then, adios!

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So it has been around 9 months where I literally ceased to update my blog. But hey, I’ve finally managed some free time and here I am, back to writing. Though I wish I could keep this habit for a longer period of time, but then there is a word famous amongst all the IIMs i.e “rigor”. The academic rigor here is just beyond explanation. Yes it could be a culture which was inherited from our mentor institute i.e IIM Lucknow. But then after it stopped mentoring, I believe IIM Kashipur was able to get the balance between the academic rigor and extra-curricular activities.

So, I landed up here on the 29th of June and realised that there was an induction programme going on. So the importance of induction is actually to make us get used to the daily routine we will have to go through in these entire two years. We learnt a lot about clubs, committees and other such student bodies. Apart from that, we learnt the most important thing in MBA (technically PGDM but yeah), i.e Deadlines. Deadlines are meant to keep us on our toes all the time. Finally our induction got over, and we were inducted into the IIM Kashipur family. Here, the familiarity and bonding between the students is so much that all of us know each other by our full names. The entire batch of 200+ students know each other in person very well. The only differentiation could be of the individual’s best friend circle. Apart from that everyone is very much helpful and surviving here is not too tough if you have such people around you.

So, in the initial days it was tough for me. Back during my engineering days I was able to meet my mom on every weekend. Now, it was a totally different scenario for me. Hence initially I had to face a lot of problems in living totally away from parents. But then, the academics kept me busy throughout the entire period of three months. A lot of events happened, like the Coalescence (Annual Business Summit), Kacofonia (Inter-Section wars), Teacher’s day and a lot more. 

Also, during these three months, I was finally able to manage some time, and visit the beautiful city of lake, the city of Nainital twice. That too, I was lucky enough to spend my Diwali in Nainital. The views were absolutely mesmerising and I think my iPad might not have done justice to the views which could have been seen from the naked eye. If you want to experience it, I would suggest you to actually visit Nainital during Diwali and experience the same. I am sharing a few glimpses of the view which I was lucky enough to see in person.



And finally, there was the end term examinations. The end term examinations clashed entirely with the Durga Pujo, and that was a total turn-off for me. But yes, I had taken a calculated risk of catching the Durga Pujo on the last day. The risk was, that I had to leave my exam mid-way to reach home by midnight. And yes, I pulled off the stunt totally in time i.e just before the final call, I was able to reach the Delhi Airport and board the night flight. Finally I was able to reach home and then I was able to catch up with the Durga Puja in Mumbai. 

So after a small vacation of a week, I got myself mentally charged. Though my parents were of the opinion that I could have waited for a few more days but then I was bound to return back within a week due to the next term registration processes happening in the college. So, after I came back, finally during Agnitraya, the college Cultural and Management festival of IIM Kashipur, I got spare time to write this experience. I believe I’ll be able to write again in the next three months or so. See you all back again in the next three months. 


P.S The above picture explains the first three months of my life, a journey into the depth of IIM Kashipur.

Date : 3rd Feb 2017

Location : Symbiosis Centre for Management and Human Resource Development

Symbiosis Infotech Campus,

Plot No. 15, Rajiv Gandhi Infotech Park, MIDC,

Hinjewadi, Pune, Maharashtra 411057

Time: 12.30pm

GE Session Topic 1 – SCMHRD

Panel- 2 members.

Students – 7

A case study where a project was implemented in a district regarding rain water conservation and harvesting. We had to find a solution to the existing problems.
Time – 2 mins thinking. 10 mins discuss
GE Session Topic 2 – SCMHRD
Panel -2 Members
Students – 7
Prove with logical (ok if not existent) reasons that Matrimonial Sites = Stock Market.
3 mins thinking. 10 min discussion. 5 mins presentation.
WAT 2 topics.
1. A scenario where Reddit India had tweeted about Flipkart that an Amazon carton was found in a Flipkart office and Flipkart replied to RedditIndia that it had recycled the box into a dustbin. As an Amazon representative how will you reply using a tweet below 100 words and a hashtag.
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2. A picture where the man is sleeping on a hanging tent from a mountain. Write as if you woke up in place of that sleeping man, in 300 words.
Somewhat similar to this picture
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Credits : Coast Magazine
Time – 20 min
PI –
Panel members -2
Extempore topic : I am an ATM.
Think for 1 minute. Speak for the next 3 minutes.
Questions about why low score in graduation.
Why SCMHRD?
5 Points SCMHRD over SIBM.
Other calls.
General Knowledge about recent political events (I had mentioned politics as a hobby).
Upcoming elections name of states?
What cultures do you follow and why? (I had mentioned exploring various cultures)
Name two specialisations in SCMHRD apart from HR.
Which stream would you like to do your MBA in? Justify?
Why did you move to Kolkata from Mumbai?
Justify how did you improve yourself in the 4 years of Engineering.

So it has been three- four months where I haven’t posted a single blog post yet. I might have got time, but I probably utilised the time for some other purposes. Though in these three four months, I did realise that I wasn’t really a perfect fit for the city of Calcutta. But, I did grow a liking for this city in these past few months. I came back home, Mumbai, in the month of August. My final semesters had just ended and I didn’t probably have the time to even attend my college farewell. Not that I was eager to attend it, but I had to wish goodbye to a few friends, which I didn’t.

I had attended a rural festival, which I will be sharing with you of course! As a narrator I might face difficulties in explaining how vibrant and glorious the rural areas of West Bengal are, but I would definitely try my best in explaining. Amidst the race to be the best, I find myself lost somewhere in this crowd. I do feel at times, why am I even a part of this rat-race? But, to survive in this world, one has to have a decent amount of qualification and the ability to survive using that qualification. Charles Darwin, you’ve nailed it since 1854!

Not only that, it has been already 6+ months that I faced a failure, and it literally took me 3 months to get over it. But now, it seems as a stepping stone as days pass by. People tend to give up after facing setbacks, but to be honest, even if I try I cannot be one of them. I know someday, I will have my share of success and I will shine someday.

So let’s come back to the main topic: The fine line between aspirations and dreams. Aspiration is something, like (of course, don’t go into the medicinal meaning) you aspire to be in one of the top-most B-Schools of the country. But you dream to be rich. Lets explain this mathematically. Aspiration is a function of dream. Say aspiration is x, then dream is f(x). You can prove me wrong as well, but this is my perception towards aspiration.

These few months have been a bit hectic. Life played many games with me, and in retaliation, I too accepted a few challenges and lost some of them. But, in the end, I learnt that I needed to believe in myself. I needed to learn more, concentrate more, and set realistic goals and aspirations instead of jumping to dreams. So, you can consider it as a note which I wrote to myself, or as a narration from me to you, the reader.

Ah, long time no posts on the blog. It must be surprising to all of you whether I quit blogging or not. Of course I wouldn’t. But I was a little busy giving exams and finally I got some free time to write about a small trip which I took a few days ago.

I spent four years of my life in a remote place called Kolaghat situated in Purba Medinipur district. It serves as a border for the two districts of Howrah and Purba Medinipur. It falls en route from Kolkata to Kharagpur. But I had the realisation in my final year that I should be travelling. After all, trips taken in the final year remain memorable to the students. Not that my college life was beautifully amazing, but it was considerably peaceful in the remote area of Kolaghat. Mostly surrounded by natural beauty and of course, some rare birds.

So one fine day, we were sitting on the terrace and discussing pre-independence Bengali Literature. The first name came to our mind was Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay. As explained by Wikipedia, Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay was a great Bengali novelist and he is the most plagiarised Bengali author till date. Suddenly, a friend suggested, why not visit his house because we are so nearby to his place. And so, we left one fine afternoon, in search of Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay’s house.

The friend knew half the route but the remaining half he forgot. Why? Because he was a child when he had visited Sarat Chandra’s house. So according to his directions, we got down on Deulti Station which was the starting point to Sarat Chandra’s house.

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The direction towards Sarat Chandra’s house at Samtaber

After getting down, we headed towards the main road i.e NH6. Now came the searching part. We asked the locals about the location of Sarat Chandra’s house. They guided us to a nearby auto stand from where we had to catch an auto to his house. So we went to the auto stand, and found out that we were in the right direction. The auto guys charged 100 rupees for a round trip to the auto stand from Sarat Chandra’s place. We didn’t negotiate else it could have come down to 80 rupees. Nevertheless, we left from the auto stand and got down at Sarat Chandra’s house.

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The entrance to Sarat Chandra’s house

Then we entered his house. Trust me, the peace and serenity is rarely to be found elsewhere. I know the picture is hazy but I was awestruck in the beauty of the place. The place is mesmerising and simple.

The caretaker, Mr Dulal Manna was an old man, in his 70s. He started us to explain, by suggesting us to go to the first floor and check out the scenery from the place.

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The river used to flow in front of the house, during Sarat Chandra’s younger days

We went on the first floor. The beauty is simply incomparable. The rooms were locked but the caretaker would have opened them on our request. We did not ask the caretaker to open them for us. Then we got down and then the caretaker showed us the place where Sarat Chandra used to sit, and write his novels, and some other places in the home where Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose had come to visit him. The home was beautifully maintained by the old caretaker and he devoted his life in maintaining the house.

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Sarat Chandra’s writing desk

He stayed in the house for the past 40 years maintaining it. The house has been well maintained and preserved. The house gained Heritage of National Status since the year 2007 and the Government has been trying to maintain the house by helping the caretaker.

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The backyard

Then we bid goodbye to the caretaker and due to his photo shy nature we couldn’t click a picture with him.

A day well spent, at Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay’s house. I must say it was a beautiful and serene experience. If you are travelling to Digha, please do spare some time and visit this National Heritage site. Thank me later.

My way of finding inspiration.

Posted: January 4, 2016 in Uncategorized

Most of us find inspiration around us, in the form of good samaritans. And, everyone has that specific set of people who give us inspiration. Inspiration to do good, and help the mankind in the slightest way possible. Yet, a handful of us, have the guts to create examples which we could narrate in our daily lives.

I also had my own set of people who give me inspiration, not only on occasional basis but also on a daily basis. But Siddesh Manjunath, this 10 year old boy, did something, which was enough for me to get inspired for the whole year. I’ll explain in the upcoming paragraph, how did this boy inspire me!

So, this boy, Siddesh Manjunath, worked with his father at a tea shop in Avaregere village in Davangere district, Karnataka. He had studied upto class 5 and then due to certain unfavourable circumstances, he joined his father so that he could add to the household income. And, on his way, from his house to his father’s tea shop, there is a railway track which has to be crossed in order to reach his father’s tea shop.

On the 17th of November, like any other day, he was going to his father’s tea stall to help him. But when he went near the tracks to cross them, he saw that there was a big gap in the railway tracks. He ran furiously towards his dad’s shop and gathered some villagers who, on inspection realized that the gap was serious and there can be serious consequences if not paid attention.

Amidst the chaos, Siddesh heard the honking of a train coming from the opposite side. Without giving any second thought, he rushed towards the train with his red T-Shirt waving in the air. At a distance, luckily the driver spotted the red T-shirt and stopped the train immediately. A mishap was averted. And the lives of 800 people were saved that day.

Though, if it were not for this little 10 year old boy, there would have been a big accident which would have culminated into loss of lives. Also, if it were not for his courage, the train would not have stopped, and the accident could not have been avoided.

Obviously, if a 10 year old boy, can save lives of 800+ people, I’m sure, that we, as individuals who have access to our basic necessities can do far more than this little boy has done. Since I read the incident, I felt inspired. And not to mention, this was the best inspiration I could ever get, from someone.

His courage is my inspiration.

This post is a part of the Youth Ki Awaaz campaign.

26th July, 2005. It was Mumbai.

30th December 2015. It was Chennai.

I was in the 6th grade during that time. I still remember, on the 26th of July, we had a half day. Our school had instructed our parents to take us along with them. My dad had came to pick me up from the school. I was happy then, unknown to the situation happening in Mumbai. I came back home, only to see dad getting ready for office. Till the time, I could understand and tell dad not to leave the home due to the torrential rainy conditions in Mumbai, my dad had already left for office.

Whenever I hear of floods, the very first thing comes to my mind is 2005 Mumbai floods. That was a very devastating phase for the whole of Maharashtra. The casualties were over 1000 along with a lot of cattle killed during the floods. Trains came to a standstill and the skies were totally dark.

Then, in recent days, I noticed that there was a very similar situation in Chennai. Universities and apartments were filled with water. People were in chaos. Lack of food and water made situations more worse. Here I’d like to share an anecdote about a person I met on my return flight to Kolkata.

So, the person is a Neuro-surgeon in Singapore and his family was based in Chennai. After a few greetings and exchanges, I came to know that he was going to Kolkata to attend a conference. And from there he’ll be travelling to Chennai to visit his family. After a few talks, I realized that this person had paid 4X the fare to Chennai for a ticket to Coimbatore. Why? Because most of the private airlines were charging excessively for the airports which were nearby to Chennai. He told me that his family was fine, because they were living on the fourth floor. But the ground floor was totally inundated with water. Water was about to reach the first floor as well, but luckily it didn’t.

I could see that he wasn’t complaining. Rather he was happy that his family was safe and sound. He just wanted to go home back, to be with his family members.

I’d like to raise only one question to my readers. Couldn’t be the flood averted? Weren’t the measures enough to avoid the grave conditions we are seeing today? Is it not possible to avoid the calamities?