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Rift – A Short Story

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By Ganesh Subramanian

The bell rang loud and clear. It signalled the end of the final semester exams. All the students heaved a sigh of relief. Vikranth rushed madly towards the college bus- Route No.6 which takes him to his house. Finding his favourite seat, he dumped his bag and slumped by the window seat, closing his eyes for a moment allowing his brain cells to relax which seemed to have worked overtime cramming up equations and formulae. There was a tap on his shoulder. Vikranth opened up his eyes to see Nidhi standing next to him. She sat beside him and asked, “How did it go?” Vikranth sighed and said, “Hoping to clear it. Surely not going to top the subject though”. Both of them laughed.

“You know what”, Nidhi continued, “Actually feel bad that we are gonna miss all this fun of college life”.

“Yeah. In a way.” replied Vikranth. “But equally excited looking forward to the corporate life”.

The next 45 mins of the bus journey passed in a jiffy with Vikranth and Nidhi reminiscing about the 4 years that they had spent in engineering. When Nidhi’s stop came, she waved good bye to her best friend Vikranth and promised to call him up soon.

Weeks passed. Vikranth and Nidhi are computer engineering students from a newly opened engineering college in the city. Vikranth and Nidhi opted for this college despite the college being a new one and despite the fact that the college may struggle to find campus placements for its students, simply because they could be at home during their graduation. So barring a few students who were willing to accept jobs in mediocre BPOs that visited the campus for placements, the college placement department couldn’t do much. As a result, students were left to seek their own avenues for jobs.

Nidhi called up Vikranth on one day. She seemed excited. “Hey Vikranth. I got placed in Czone solutions. Attended an aptitude test followed by an interview two weeks back. Looks like I did well. Got the offer letter from them today. I have to join in a month’s time from now.” replied Nidhi.

“Hey Congrats. So now this news calls for a treat. Isn’t it?” said Vikranth.

“Surely it does. But only after I get my first salary” Nidhi teased him.

“Hey that’s unfair. I need it soon. I can’t wait for two months till you get your salary” reasoned Vikranth.

“Ok. Ok. I will treat you soon” laughed Nidhi. “How’s your job search coming along?”

“In Czone, my application number is in 10000s. Not sure if and when will they call me. Other prospects not looking that promising at the moment” replied Vikranth.

“Don’t lose hope. It’s only a matter of time before you land on a new job”, Nidhi tried to pacify him. “Ok. I have to hang up now. Will catch up with you later. Bye”, said Nidhi

“Bye.”

Two months passed. Vikranth was still jobless. Nidhi didn’t call Vikranth even once in the interim. Vikranth was also increasingly getting frustrated by the fact that another one of his classmates – Nitin – has been visiting Nidhi’s house often on weekends to work out aptitude questions with Nidhi’s help for his job search.

Nidhi ignoring him was killing Vikranth. He told another of his best buddies – Dinesh – that he’s got a bone to pick with Nidhi. Dinesh advised him not to do anything stupid. But Vikranth was determined to set things straight.

He finally called Nidhi. “Hello Vikranth. Nice to hear from you. It’s been a long time. You’ve forgotten me or what?” laughed Nidhi.

“I should be asking you that question. Madam seems to be very busy these days”, said Vikranth in a no-nonsense tone.

“Lots of work, Vikranth. No time to breathe” reasoned Nidhi.

“Oh, I see, You don’t have time for me. But you have time for Nitin. Isn’t it?” remarked Vikranth sarcastically.

“Nothing like that, Vikranth. Why are you comparing you and Nitin? What’s wrong with you?” asked Nidhi.

“What’s wrong with me??? Everything’s wrong with you only. Not even one call in 2 months, but you have time for that egg-head Nitin” thundered Vikranth.

“Stop that Vikranth”, growled Nidhi.

“What do you think of yourselves? Just because you are in a job, you think you are a demi-god or something?” Vikranth screamed. His joblessness feeling was getting the better of him and his emotions came in a torrent.

“If you are going to speak like this, don’t call me hereafterwards” Nidhi remarked angrily.

“Fine. So be it” thundered Vikranth and slammed the phone down.

Two years passed. Vikranth and Nidhi didn’t speak even once after that incident. Ironically, Vikranth was also now working in the same company as Nidhi’s. Vikranth found Nidhi’s mail id through the people search option in his mail folder. He mailed her apparently in an effort to mend things. No reply even after 4 hours. Vikranth called Anisha, another collegemate of Vikranth and Nidhi and a common friend to both of them and she also worked in the same company in Nidhi’s team. Anisha spoke to Nidhi and informed him that Nidhi will be sending him a reply shortly.

Ping. Vikranth’s mailbox beeped with the sound of arrival of a new mail 20 minutes after Vikranth spoke with Anisha. Vikranth opened the mail from Nidhi. The reply was short. It said:

“I don’t know what to say. You apparently feel that what you have done is wrong. But we can’t be the same friends anymore. We can just be hi-bye friends” replied Nidhi.

Vikranth realised that a rift has formed between them. He acknowledged the fact that he and Nidhi can never be the same good old best friends once again. He shook his head and closed the email from Nidhi.

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The Night Before The Exams

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By Robin Choudhary

“ Wake up Robin.. !” Kushal, my roomate, called me, as I was sleeping, in an ever so wornout, cold and chilling evening on my uncovered shaky bed after those over- exhausting classes in the college. “HEY its roll call” he shouted and banged a dirty, dusty pillow on my head, and hell, that smelly stuff woke me up. I saw Ankit sleeping too, curled disoriented and incompletely aligned in another garbage-appearing bed. I never try wasting my already drained and sucked up energy to call such a huge mass who perhaps is, in mid of his deepest subconscious level of mesmerizing romantic dreams. So, it is therefore, a total waste of time, energy and resource to even try calling him up.

It was 7:00 pm; We all attended the roll call. The cool evening had shockingly taken form of a beautiful romantic atmosphere with cool air and light breezes framing its heavenly delight. “Best time to be with your girlfriend “ said Kushal, with seemingly dry hopes. “Yeah… but not the right topic to talk about, today” said Ankit.

And he was indeed, damn very right. We have our series exams starting from tomorrow, and god knows why the hell does this climate flawlessly shape itself to such a cool and cozy atmosphere, exactly when the exams start. These are those days, when we have to try staying awake late night to atleast make up with something to pass for the exam. And when something as soothing as this might surface itself so elegantly on a totally unwelcome phase of time, it is a crime, a merciless injustice that is showered on us.

Its about 8:00 pm. After having the coffee from h- pocket market, we all were walking together towards the flat to prepare for that gruesome war with tomorrows exam. As the romantic mood was still alive; on the way, Ankit was advising to Kushal with traditional concepts of love. One among them was in his over- joyous state and the other in over- sad state. But, with the armours of saint –like thoughts of Ankit, they were attacked flamboyantly by his infinite wisdoms and resolutions. Me and Jatin were as usually cracking jokes hearing them.

“WHAT IS THE SYLLABUS?” is probably the most famous and asked question of that time? Its 9 by now and no one among us have started studying yet. Slowly and gradually, I have started to feel the biting terror of syllabus and amount of modules to study. And as I held the photocopy, I gazed at the massive 2.8mb(82 slides) ppt on laptop and analysed the syllabus and time left, I had no choice but to insanely laugh at my state. It’s a state of expression, which, perhaps, only a laugh can fulfill.

And now every one in the room have started mugging, swallowing, cramming whatever they have to, with a pace directly proportional to the magnitude of syllabus. In this war, sleeping is like DIEING.

Its 12:00 pm, and I am already seeing dead bodies in my flat. Ankit is as if dragging from room to room with his red eyes and is slogging hard in a semi-dead state. I m pretty sure he will die soon too. But, there is one man, strong and robust. Undefeated by any sort of comfortable climate and is awaken this long with an enthusiastic sprit of scoring good marks. Jatin is always alive throughout the war, till the end. His weapons are his extraordinary mugging abilities and unpredictably launched illogical and senseless jokes, which he cracks, boundless of any time and place. Sometimes, figuring out what he said is more difficult than the studying itself. For me both are senseless anyway.

It was 2:00 am, now; even I have started to show signs of death in me. Jatin came from the other room with headphones stuffed in his ears, humming loudly. “Lets make Maggi” he said. At once came the reply “YES” by me, Ankit and Kushal in utter synchronization. MAGGI, at that point of time, is more valuable than even the luxury of gold and diamonds. We all were eating maggi when Anand woke up, still drenched in half dream, smelling strong the masala of it and like a baby he ate it and went to sleep again, as innocently as he just woke up. I wondered , how can smell of a maggi be stronger than taste of an unappeased exam.??

After eating the maggi, I had no other choice. Bed seemed like seducing me to sleep with it. Silence in my room, cool air from the window, Ankit sleeping on the bed and Kushal on the chair and topics becoming undigestable. Seriously , I had no other choice, nothing was in my favor. I was half paralyzed, over-drowsy and blank. I had to surrender my self to death, I went back to my immensely beautiful uncovered shaky bed n let die myself peacefully.

I closed my eyes to feel the hollow emptiness in my head. It was dark and silent but certainly very peaceful. I left it for the destiny to decide the result of this war. Yeah.!!Because, here, THE DEATH DOESN’T MEAN I AM LOST!!

 

 

The Derecognition – A Short Story

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By Ganesh Subramanian

It was a warm and humid Friday afternoon. David was leaning against the walls of the academic block and smoking his favourite cigarette brand Wills. Classes for the day were over in Karkodak Institute of Management and the students had left for their hostels. The campus wore a deserted look. The rusty metal chair placed near the main entrance was also empty suggesting that the security guard had gone out for his routine cup of tea. David always spent some time alone in the campus in the smoking zone just beside the academic block smoking his cigarettes. It made him clear up his mind, according to David, a joke which his classmates had a hearty laugh over every now & then as they believed David had no brains for a management degree.

David always believed that he is a creative type and he ended up in KIM just to escape the pestering nature of his parents. In his brief journey with KIM so far, David has found more things to complain about the institute than praise. Taking another puff and admiring the tiny rings of smoke that he exhaled, David found his chain of thoughts broken by the image of a bespectacled man entering the campus gate at a distance. He seemed to be in his mid 50s and was professionally dressed. Quickly finishing his cigarette, David tried to remove the last traces of smoke around him by waving his hands furiously around his mouth, lest he should be caught by a professor.

As the man neared the academic block, David heaved a sigh that it was not any of his professors. So David assumed that it must be one of the parents of some student intending to join his institute and it was no surprise given that it was admissions season. The man approached him and asked if he was a student of the institute and David replied in the affirmative. The man wanted to know some information about the institute and David was convinced that he must indeed be a parent of some prospective student and was more than happy to oblige him. Given his hatred for the institute, David made a promise to himself that he will give only the truth about the institute so that he could save atleast one misguided soul like him from joining the institute.

“Academically, how good is KIM? What can you tell me about the teaching staff?” the bespectacled man asked.

“Sir, the professors are not that great sir except for a couple of them. In fact, most of the faculty put up on our website are not our permanent faculty. They teach at some other college. They have been listed on the website to make up the numbers.” replied David.

“I see” nodded the man thoughtfully. “What about the placement report?” “I believe you had fantastic placements for the outgoing batch. Isn’t it?” the man probed further.

“Sir, to be honest with you, only 80% of that batch has been placed. The rest of them have got into companies by their own efforts and their names along with the companies have also been included in the placement report due to the placement policy. So the figures that you see in the report for salaries and number of people placed are not true, sir” replied David.

“What about the infrastructure? Do you have comfortable facilities in the college and at the hostels?” asked the man.

“When we joined we were told that three of us have to share a room, sir. But later they said that for the next few months four of us have to share a room since new rooms are being built. Till now, new rooms are yet to be built and we are still 4 in a room, sir. The only saving grace is the food which is decent catering to tastes of students from various parts of India” David responded.

Before the man shot his next question, David pre-empted him and said, “Sir, if you decide to get your son or daughter join this institute, I would suggest that you look for other better institutes, sir. The fee charged here is also quite high compared to other colleges and no aspect of our college is praiseworthy sir”

The bespectacled man smiled at David and asked, “What’s your name, son?”

“My name is David sir” said David.

It so happened that the bespectacled man is a senior executive from the inspections team of the AICTE. Based on a number of complaints received about KIM, AICTE decided to go for an inspection of KIM last month. But when the officials visited the campus, they couldn’t find any trace of wrong doing in the administration or the management and the college officials have cleverly covered up all the mess, apparently having been tipped off about a possible inspection by someone. So AICTE decided to visit the campus again, this time sending a single official for inspection in the next month itself when the college management least expected it, expecting the college management to be caught off-guard and also trying to find out the anomalies from some students itself.

The bespectacled man shook David’s hand and said, “Nice meeting you, young man! Thanks for your open and honest views about the institute. I am Mr. Verma, a senior official from the inspections team of the AICTE. Your prompt answers have made my job easier. I will immediately file a report with my department recommending your institute to be derecognised so that we can save innocent people like you from being exploited”.

David looked stunned by what he heard and was left speechless as Mr. Verma confidently strode out of the campus main gate.

Good vs Mediocre B-schools: An Ocean Of Difference

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Who better to dissect B-schools than our double MBA graduate, CAT trainer and author Ganesh Subramanian. In this article Ganesh Subramanian talks about the oceanic sized difference between the good b-schools and the ones that are just hyped about. 

MBA as a career option after an undergraduate degree has been the talking point for the last eight years or so in India. For years, studies abroad was and still continues to be a much sought after career move. But in recent years, a management degree in India has been getting attention and preferred as a passport to high-paying jobs in the country. This is reflected in the increase in the number of students taking up management entrance exams in the country year after year, most notably the CAT, considered to be one of the toughest entrance exams not only in India but globally.

While the successful end up in dream B-schools of their choice, those who fail to crack the exam have to settle for lesser and often unattractive alternatives. Given that some students are willing to go to any length to do a management degree, it has led to mushrooming of numerous B-schools in the country and sadly, despite the huge number, quality is severely wanting in most of these B-schools.

There are a number of factors that play a role in determining and labelling a B-school as a good one or a bad one. Faculty, quality of placements, infrastructure facilities, quality of students, etc. to name a few. The sad scenario is that one or more of these is lacking even in certain good B-schools.

In the not-so-good B-schools, the scenario is quite bleak in B-schools which have sprung up as an offshoot of engineering colleges. Barring a few good colleges in this genre, the rest of them have been started purely with a profit making intention, riding on the MBA craze. Such B-schools are plagued by shortage of quality faculty, minimal industry interface translating into very average or poor placements and poor quality students.

When one interacts with students of such institutes, the gap in quality is quite appalling. Poor communication skills coupled with utter lack of seriousness in the course makes one wonder how they got admissions there in the first place. Most of these students are still very childish and immaturish in their thoughts and in what they talk, how they treat things. These students are still in their undergraduate mindset and it’s sad to think that they are post-graduate students. There is no willingness to learn new things from their experienced peers. The students without work experience are the most pathetic of the lot. The new found attitude or the lack of it is surprising because students who passed out in the early part of the millennium possessed a maturity far beyond their years unlike their contemporary counterparts.

Unfortunately, the same bad aspects mentioned above have also percolated to students in some top B-schools. It seems as if these students have taken the age old saying “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” a little too seriously. One can only pray to the Almighty to give some of these half-cooked, dim-witted students the necessary strength and brains when they confront a heartless, merciless, indifferent human being called “THE BOSS” when they enter their work life.

Although the scenario can’t be completely reversed, two things can be done here. One is that managements in mediocre B-schools can take the right steps in bringing their institutes on par with the quality of the top colleges and the other is that students need to be more careful and selective in their B-school selections. Things can then change for the better.

Love in the Times of Recession – Chapter 3 – Blink

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The first week of October also saw a new batch of students entering the campus. They came in as a whiff of fresh air for the students of Batch 5, who were facing many a turmoil due to recession in the markets. Many new girls caught the eyes of the boys who were in their best behavior and clothes.

An informal ice-breaking session was conducted in the first weekend, to get to know the new batch. A fun filled two-and-a-half-hour session ensued where the entire batch of 48 students were asked to perform a few tasks. Towards the end of the session, Ashima walked up to the front of the class to make an announcement.

“Folks, it was a wonderful opportunity getting to know you all on a personal level. On behalf of the students of Batch 5, it gives me great opportunity to invite you all for the Fresher’s Party to be conducted in two weeks time. The theme for the party will be disclosed just a few days before.”

Ayushman joined Ashima “But before you people start rejoicing about the Fresher’s Party, let me break some bad news”

Groans were heard from all corners of the class.

“Its tradition in our college to conduct a business plan competition just a week before the fresher’s. We introduce you all to BLINK…an annual competition, where all of you will be tested on your presentation skills and innovative ideas.

Business plans are decision making tools. A good business plan can help to make a good business credible, understandable and attractive to someone who is unfamiliar with the idea. Preparing a business plan draws on a wide range of knowledge from many different business disciplines.”

Ashima chipped in “The entire class will be divided into 6 teams of 8 each. The common ground for all of you would be e – business, with respect to specific domains that will include Auction, e – learning,  Entertainment, Investment, Kids, Matrimony, Real Estate, Social Networking and Sports”

“The terms and conditions for the contest along with the list of groups will be mailed across to your group ID. Any clarifications, you people can always reach out to me,” concluded Ayushman.

At the end of it, Ayushman heaved a huge sigh of relief. It had been one hell of a ride to convince the class to adhere to the tradition at the campus. Because of the placement scenario, which was nowhere close to satisfying, most of the Batch 5 students were least interested in conducting the event. They wanted all their energies to be focused on the placements.

But Ayushman was different. He wanted the contest to happen and had his selfish reasons as well. Ayushman, by nature was hungry for fame.

He lobbied hard and managed to get them interested in the event. Ashima on the other hand worked hard in the girls’ hostel to make sure the fairer sex understand the importance of the contest being held. Finally there was a consensus on everything. From people sitting in the class to attend the contest, to the topics that were to be given to the juniors, everything was agreed upon.

A lot of ego-messaging was done to get the guys and the girls ready and Ayushman and his team made sure they leave no stone unturned to make the event one of the best ever held in the history of the college.

12th October 2011, the day of the BLINK dawned. The judges for the evening were Mr. Sainath, a former alumnus and a financial analyst, and Mr. Krishnan, a software engineer from Microsoft. Ayushman and Ashima were the unanimous choices for hosting the event.

This day was going to be the turning point in the life of Ayushman Bhatnagar.

Ashima was looking very pretty that day. Dressed in a white salwar kameez, she was dressed to kill. As he walked towards her, he saw her talking to Rahul. She was pretty, he thought. And when he finally joined them, she looked his way with a pair of hazy eyes that kept on coming.

“Hi,” she said as she offered her hand, “I m pretty nervous. I hope you aren’t. Hope we do a good job in there.”

But as he shook her hand and met those striking brown eyes, he knew before he’d taken his next breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life with. She seemed that good, that perfect…Ayushman was completely bowled over.

Ayushman and Ashima started the proceedings and each of the 6 teams proved their mettle, vying for the first place. The judges had a tough task in deciding the winners as every team tried outdoing the other.

After the event the judges spoke a few words of encouragement for both the batches. They said they understood the difficulty the seniors would have gone through coming up with the contest especially because the placement season was on and was impacted by the ongoing slowdown.

They saluted the resilience shown by the students of Batch 5 in these times of distress. Unfortunately not any of them knew that this show of strength was fading at a cancerous speed with every passing day.

All through this, Ayushman was absolutely quiet. He was so smitten by Ashima that he couldn’t peel his eyes off her.

“What is happening to me?” he wondered.

Later that night, Ayushman was very restless in his room. He just couldn’t take his mind away from Ashima. As much as he tried shutting her out of his mind, she kept flirting in absence.

He dished out his mobile from under the pillow and re-read the message she had sent him last week.

“Tomorrow, at 6 in the evening. I shall meet you in Barista,” he replied back.

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