This is the admission season in IMT, and today I got to meet some of the candidates appearing for the process. I was wondering how different it looks from the other side of the line. The stats which you might need to vomit to the panel like Indias GDP, PPP, blah, repo rate, base rate, CRR, FDI, blah, FII and blahhhh. All the things your respective coaching instis teach you before you come in.
But once one crosses the line and stands where I am standing today, everything looks so mechanistic, repetitive, and mysterious as how can you gauge a person by 15 minutes of interaction, when you know he has been all armored for these 15 minutes. Still interviewers manage to do it somehow and till date they have proven themselves wise (I can say that by seeing my batch mates). All those gyaan you heard by the seniors and coaching institute's faculty starts to justify itself...
Among other things I felt today was pride as the students I met today were so anxious, nervous, cautious..., even after being so good. I realized I am at a place which is fought for very diligently, by some really good people.
A real good experience as to know where I started and how much Ive travelled, and is this what I expected of me at that time when I was trying to cross the line...
But once one crosses the line and stands where I am standing today, everything looks so mechanistic, repetitive, and mysterious as how can you gauge a person by 15 minutes of interaction, when you know he has been all armored for these 15 minutes. Still interviewers manage to do it somehow and till date they have proven themselves wise (I can say that by seeing my batch mates). All those gyaan you heard by the seniors and coaching institute's faculty starts to justify itself...
Among other things I felt today was pride as the students I met today were so anxious, nervous, cautious..., even after being so good. I realized I am at a place which is fought for very diligently, by some really good people.
A real good experience as to know where I started and how much Ive travelled, and is this what I expected of me at that time when I was trying to cross the line...
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