Assam Memoirs Part 7 – Convocation

The class WhatsApp group had been abuzz as soon as the message about the tentative convocation dates were mailed. Everyone had been planning to fly to Mumbai from their work locations, as this could possibly be the last time the entire batch would be together. There were a number of reasons why the idea of convocation didn’t thrill me – travelling approximately 3500+ km one-way over a span of six hours just to attend an event was on top of the list. However, the more I thought of it, the more eager I became to meet my classmates and collect my degree certificates in person. Convocation wasn’t just an event that marked the completion of five years of university life – it marked the end of seventeen years of hard work and effort.

As the time for my flight to Mumbai inched closer, my excitement hit the roof. I had begun packing a week before the journey and had been counting down the minutes to the flight. Having made elaborate plans to optimise my luggage, I ended up packing stuff almost until the moment I boarded the cab. The seemingly infinite 23km journey from my guest house finally came to an end, as the cab finally came to a halt. The SpiceJet flight was due to take off from Guwahati a little before 4pm and would reach Mumbai only a wee bit after 10. I was allocated a nice window seat in the front and enjoyed the view for the whole of the evening.

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The layover in Delhi was an interesting experience. I got the opportunity to witness the number of activities that take place before the passengers boarded the aircraft. I was amazed by the level of precision and optimization of the entire process – within the span of forty five minutes 150+ passengers had deplaned, a team from ground operations had come in and checked the luggage and the boarding passes of the remaining passengers, the entire cabin had been vacuumed and cleaned (including checking of seat pockets, spraying of disinfectants and criss-crossing of the seatbelts), and the boarding of the new passengers was complete. Kudos to SpiceJet – it felt like an airline equivalent of an F1 pit stop!

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An aerial view of the city that never sleeps

Considering the huge number of graduating students, my college had allowed only one parent to attend the ceremony, and that too on a first-come-first-serve basis. My dad was supposed to pick me up from the airport and accompany me to the ceremony, as my mom was heading to the city where my sister is studying. A part of me was really sad, as my only wish since the beginning of my college was to see my parents and sister celebrate with me on the day of my graduation. A long fifteen-minute-wait at the rendezvous point later, I saw a familiar figure walking to me. My jaw dropped, as I realized it was my mom – she surprised me by cancelling her tickets and coming to Mumbai instead!

The next morning was pretty eventful – like always, I took the train to the college. Having collected my gown and cap after registering for the ceremony, I spent a lot of time talking to my batch mates. It was a lovely feeling meeting up with friends – people had flown in from various corners of the country. There was a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach – although I had been eagerly awaiting the receipt of my degree certificates, I didn’t really want the time to pass.

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We did discover a number of things that day, including the fact that we had a really badass Registrar. She didn’t even need a mic – her voice alone was enough to evoke discipline from the rowdiest of people sitting in the last rows! She did have a sense of humour though. After a couple of rehearsals for the main event (and one of the university anthem), we left for the class photograph and returned half an hour later.


Seated on the seats reserved for meritorious students, I couldn’t be prouder. Five years of hard work and effort were being recognised, and having my parents be a part of the moment was certainly the icing on the cake. The chief guest for the afternoon was Dr Ajit Ranade, the Chief Economic Advisor for the Aditya Birla Group. His speech was really memorable – he spoke about quite a few topics, while citing examples that we could relate to. Quoting Sir Francis Bacon, he urged us to develop the “Desire to seek, patience to doubt, fondness to meditate, slowness to assert, readiness to reconsider, carefulness to dispose and set in order; to neither admire something just because it’s new and nor because it’s old.” His speech ended in a thunderous applause as he remarked “Your future is so bright,” putting on a pair of shades, “that I’m putting on sunglasses!”

My day had been excellent so far and I thought I was done with my share of surprises. Clearly that wasn’t the case, as my sister came running out of nowhere and hugged me tight. “I promised you that I wouldn’t miss it for the world” she whispered. Having travelled by an overnight interstate bus, she astonished me by directly arriving at the venue. A million emotions filled my head as we posed for the family photograph, with happiness being the most dominant one. Gratitude was definitely a close second – all that I had ever hoped and wished for had come true.



From Classroom to Cubicle – The Aarambh of Corporate Life

The end of exams signalled the beginning of corporate life for most of my batchmates, and the beginning of a six-week-long vacation for me. The first two weeks were good – this was probably the first time in months that I lazed around without a care in the world, considering the fact that we had been continuously bombarded with coursework over the last couple of years. Most of the remainder of the vacation was uneventful (my “internship” at the kitchen wasn’t exactly a hit, even though mom had been bragging to my aunts about finally getting me on board), save the heavenliest trip to Hyderabad to visit my cousins and celebrate my sister’s birthday. Never had I imagined that the weekend would just fly by and I would have to come back to Mumbai so soon.

Being awesome as always, my employer, a telecommunications major, had organized a hotel stay in Mumbai for approximately 40 of us trainees for about a week. This week was certainly the one where I had learnt the most – spending time with the other trainees (although a few of whom were my batchmates, a majority were from NITs). Although we all had our share of small talk in the beginning, we started actually interacting after the ice-breaker corporate theatre session. The lesson was by far the most valuable one – we became aware of some interesting facets of human psychology, learnt to open up and laugh freely, and finally shed our inhibitions and participate in activities that we would usually be really uncomfortable with. The learning that had the most profound impact on me was that something which is induced in the beginning becomes a part of our natural behaviour if practiced over a period of time.

The weeklong stay was also a place I bumped into really interesting people. The first one was an amazing person named Sukanya, who just like me had begun her career. I found that there was quite a bit about her that I really admired – she was fluent in ALL the major South Indian language, as well as French (She was learning German too). As a couple of other trainees joined us at the table, she conversed with them in their mother tongue effortlessly. The coolest part was that even though she had been in Mumbai for about a month and was already familiar with Marathi, which she spoke almost like a local would. Sitting with her gave me one of the most memorable lessons in life – when life gives you a fork with vanilla ice-cream in a soup bowl, savour it before it melts. We couldn’t meet again after that as she had to leave Mumbai the next day. I guess this is one experience I am going to cherish for a while.

            The other person who just made me smile was a live musician named Denzel who plays often at the hotel we stayed in. Having been at the office for almost twelve hours and finally returning to the hotel in an almost famished zombie-like state, listening to him sing while we dined was almost like a trance. He played a couple of Billy Joel songs that a buddy of mine requested and acknowledged us with a big smile on his face – it seemed like a couple of people appreciate him just made his evening. As I walked to the elevator he waved while singing “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran. I went downstairs again in a while to enjoy listening to his voice, but he had already stopped by then.

Listening to the leaders of the organization speak and asking them questions was another privilege that we were given. They shared with us a bit about their departments and their experiences during their corporate life, and finally wished us the very best of luck in ours. We were mesmerised by them – their insanely amazing presentation skills, the crazily infectious level of energy and the charisma left us all gaping with awe (and hoping that we would be as good as them someday).

The best part of the week was learning that we were to attend cross functional training in different parts of the country for about a month. We trainees were assigned to locations scattered across the country. Special care was taken while choosing the locations, as each of them was right outside our comfort zones (I guess this was done to give us a clean slate of a location so as to maximise our learning). I grinned when I learnt about my posting in Guwahati, Assam, along with five other new trainees (three of them being my batchmates). The six of us hail from different parts of the country and have never visited North East India before (and needless to say, have absolutely zero idea about the geography and the life there). We are scheduled to fly out to our respective locations at the end of the induction week. I eagerly await the adventure that lies ahead.

Engi-nearing the End

20th May 2017

A lone standee banner stood next to the deserted canteen on the roof. Although the glass doors leading to the terrace tried their level best to adorn the place with the brightness of the Mumbai summer, the desolate canteen screamed of gloominess. The four of us stood there just reminiscing about our time in college. The staircase leading to the canteen had served as a seating area as well, and had been the place we frequented the most.

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As we walked down the stairs after the last examination of our student life, we were reminded of the memories and experiences spanning over the past five years. Eight storeys replete with our stories. We walked past the labs and recollected the funny memories – writing assignments and the lab experiments on A4 sheets, completing the submissions in the nick of time, messing with the equipment (and annoying the hell out of our professors), and especially the viva sessions which bore great resemblance to stand-up comedy programs for our professors. Life as we know it was coming to an end, and the best way to celebrate it was taking a walk down the memory lane (quite literally).

As we walked down the stairs we saw our classrooms and recounted the craziness those walls have witnessed over the years. From sitting between two classmates (during the first lecture of one of the strictest professors) who had a twenty-minute-long argument about the merits of reading Chetan Bhagat novels, to fun soft skill sessions where we competed as teams trying to build tallest “buildings” with blocks, and working on a derivation for a couple of weeks only to realize that the basic assumptions were flawed (and then disregarding EVERYTHING and repeating the entire effort once again), to the annoying Smith Chart problems that we rarely solved correctly, and finally, presenting in front of external examiners the mess of a research project. It felt like a flashback button playing the best memories getting activated – the internships that lasted for weeks where we learnt to work hard and party harder, the placement sessions (speaking of which – the super competitive group discussions), the feeling of immense relief while signing the spot offer letter confirming my acceptance, and finally, dancing our asses off in our sarees during the farewell. In essence, the college experience had been like a mini-version of life replete with ups, downs and bittersweet memories. Although it was very much different than what I had imagined my college life would be, it was an experience I will treasure forever.

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The end of our eight-storey journey brought us to the library (the heavenly place with infinite charging sockets where silence existed only in theory) and the girls lounge (which also doubled up as the meeting room for all the college events) where I learnt the most important lesson in life – “In the end, gravity gets us all.” The sound of the Dhol grew louder as we proceeded to the exit – the class representatives had organized a celebratory dance at the entrance to commemorate the end of our half-a-decade-long roller coaster ride.


After dancing our hearts out in the scorching May noon getting our clothes drenched in sweat (and a policeman ordering us to disperse immediately), we clicked photos together for the #OneLastTime. The most memorable one was the class selfie, with the class rep shouting “Okay Class!” for the last time.


As everyone scattered in different directions, I felt a void and a sense of numbness sink in – life as we know it had come to an end, and that our journeys are going to take us to different destinations. I sat in the rickshaw ride back home I felt empty, and finally FELT what Robert Lynd was trying to communicate in 12th grade – the reality weighed on me, like a hand laid on a top, making an end of the spinning, making an end of the music.

End of an Era… Farewell ’17

19th April 2017

“I’ll be there for you…when the rain starts to pour. I’ll be there for you…like I’ve been there before. I’ll be there for you…coz you’re there for me too” sang the girls. I cheered and sang along with them the title track of F.R.I.E.N.D.S until my eyes almost welled up – although everything was just as it always had been, something had changed. My gaze shifted to my classmates sitting a couple of rows away, who were chatting and cracking jokes as they always did in class. When the band finally stopped playing, I realized that half a decade felt just as long as the snapping of fingers. The fact that the last semester of my university life was coming to an end finally sank in. The farewell celebration that my college organized for my batch was one I wouldn’t forget in a really long time – replete with endearing speech (and a slideshow of the batch’s funniest photos), beatboxing performance by a batchmate, dance tributes, and “shayri” sessions by one of our beloved professors.

The farewell was a collection of humorous incidents. The director of my course found a very interesting solution to the punctuality problems – we were asked to reach the venue by 7.15pm. For those who walked in late (presumably more than half of my batch) the dinner coupons were not distributed. We came up with a memorable solution to that – four of us ended up eating from a plate (“Jhoothe se pyaar aur badh jaata hai”)! The part that I loved the most about the farewell was the dance floor.

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The hall looked was exactly like a disco – with the strobe lights and the fog machine. I was amazed by the girls – dancing in a saree while wearing high heels is pretty much commendable. It was like a twisted Cinderella story – the DJ stopped playing as soon as the clock struck ten, and about a LOT of 20-somethings walked out dripping in sweat. My classmates enjoyed a nice photo session for the next half-hour at the entrance of the hall. The class photo was the best of them all – in addition to the liveliness and the explosion of colours, it captured beautifully the plethora of our emotions.


As I walked out of the hall, a number of memories flooded my mind. Five years of sitting through lectures, writing assignments, struggling with practicals and lab sessions, racking our brains hard for the mid-terms and the dreaded final exams seem to have just come to an end. And so have last moment cancellation of lectures, not-so-original presentations, the ingeniously hilarious vivas, the impromptu movies (and that crazy trip to Lonavala). Somewhere between fighting on WhatsApp groups about people going AWOL before presentations and sitting for the final placements, we grew up. We walk out with our heads held high, and an undefinable bond joining us. As one of my close friends rightly pointed out – although this farewell may take us apart, we stubborn rascals will do everything to keep things from falling apart.

The Ahmedabad Wedding – Sangeet

Day 0

Ever since watching ‘Jab We Met’ (and a rather memorable incident about nine years ago) I have been slightly cautious about reaching the railway station on time. This time was no different – I had almost packed up everything and had a couple of hours to reach Mumbai Central for my 11.25pm Duronto Express to Ahmedabad Junction. The occasion of the weekend trip was the wedding of my classmate Apurvi’s brother. Stuffing whatever I could remember in my suitcase I rushed to finish the upma that my mother had served at the table. Although I suggested otherwise, my parents insisted on dropping me at the terminus themselves. My friends Sree and Kriti had reached almost an hour before I did and were already waiting for me in the coach with their parents. We chatted with their parents for a bit before the beginning of the journey. The journey was more of a mini-sleepover for us – we sat chatting about our college experiences, reminiscing the funniest and the lamest moments we have had yet. Our discussion about the kleptomaniac (on whom we based our own fictional version of Dhoom 4 😛 ) and a certain Gujarati classmate whose very name is enough to cause a laugh riot was enough to set the ball rolling. We finally decided to hit the sack at 3.30am, in order to have a little energy left in the morning.

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As the train slowed down before reaching Ahmedabad station, I was woken up by Kriti. We were warmly greeted by Apurvi and her dad as we alighted. After dragging our bags to the end of the station and packing them in the car. I surprised myself quite a bit – I had packed 2 extra sets of dresses (in case the need arose…) but had conveniently misread the weather report on google and not carried any warm clothes. I was practically shivering – what was I even thinking while wearing a sleeveless top anyway! It was really sweet of Kriti to lend me a shawl – I will never forget how contrastingly nice and warm it felt in comparison to the chilly Ahmedabad mornings. After picking up Apurvi’s brother we headed to Hotel Shrimad at Chandkheda, where we would be staying for the next couple of days. Our friend Krupa had flown in as well and joined us there.

The hotel stay was one of a kind – it was IN a mall! The very check-in process at the hotel was funny – after submitting our ID proofs we were asked to sign in to the register and provide a thumb print (god knows why!) With the luggage placed in the rooms, the five of us chatted a bit before deciding to rest for a while. In the process we (Apurvi included) missed out on the Haldi ceremony (It was only later in the evening that we got to know about the substitution of turmeric with Vicco Turmeric cream. It was certainly the most creative jugaad one could ever come up with!).

The elevators leading to the hotel were one of a kind as well – never before had I heard (or even imagined) of an elevator chiming “Thank You. Visit Again. You’re Welcome” with a slight Gujarati accent. Sree and I ended up taking the elevator almost every single time just for the heck of it. We finally went to Apurvi’s place for a rather late breakfast, and were greeted by her mom. I was left mesmerized by the environment and their hospitality – we practically felt at home. Apurvi’s mom is hands-down one of the coolest moms I have ever met – her knowledge of all the happenings in college is pretty much up-to-date, and I absolutely love her ability to make anybody laugh within seconds of meeting them. We were soon greeted by Anshul (Apurvi’s brother – the groom), who jokingly mentioned that he had heard *just a little* about us. Apurvi showed us around and told us about her childhood memories of her pets as we chatted in the balcony. Apurvi’s cousin Prerna also chatted with us for a while. After a rather awesome breakfast of Chhole Bhature, we headed back to our hotel rooms to freshen up and catch up on our sleep. We faced a rather intriguing event as we returned to our room – although I distinctly remembered switching off all the lights and taking the keys with me, the lights were somehow on. This made Sree and me wonder if there was some ghost lurking around waiting for us to leave.

The evening turned out to be eventful – Sree, Apurvi and I ended up wearing almost the same shade of pine green for the Sangeet ceremony. The function was arranged at the Sun and Step Club. Apurvi looked stunning in the mini-photoshoot we had before everyone else arrived (our group had been the first to reach there). It was a bit funny, as we had to go outside again so that we could be formally welcomed by the bride’s side. The bride Bharvi looked picture perfect in her navy blue dress.


The highlight of the evening – the beautiful couple 😀

We all chatted a bit before the event actually began. The Sangeet ceremony was definitely a treat – in addition to the live orchestra, there were a number of dazzling dance performances put together by the relatives of the couple.


Apurvi’s Mum dancing to Sawaar Loon

Apurvi’s mom stole the show – the grace and finesse with which she danced to the slow and the fast beats, coupled with the choreography, simply blew our minds away. Even now when I listen to the song ‘Sawaar Loon’ I am instantly reminded of her performance.

The rest of the evening was pretty lively – people danced to the Garba tunes that the orchestra played. I shied away from Garba as I couldn’t really match up to the tempo or get the steps right. Krupa really seemed to enjoy the dance though – I guess Garba just runs in her veins. We all took to the dance floor after dinner in the last part of the evening, when Bollywood tunes were being played – that was definitely our turf! The air had suddenly become so charged – more than a hundred people dancing their heart out.

We danced till our legs were sore…we then waited a bit and danced some more. This was one dance event we all thoroughly enjoyed – we must have danced for almost a couple of hours. I kept dancing even though my leg was sprained a bit, and interestingly enough the pain just went away. Sree surprised us with her amazing Bollywood moves – we had no idea she danced so well! The funniest memories of the evening included being almost knocked over by Kriti and Apurvi as they played Phugadi, and dancing to the Marathi song Jhingaat – the expressions on our faces were just phenomenal! We chatted a bit with Apurvi’s mom before we left for our hotel rooms – the Sangeet definitely was a roaring success. We finally retired to our rooms at 12.30am, and drifted to slumberland in a matter of minutes.

Here is the link to the next part – the Shaadi blog post

Highlights of 2016

Well, this year has been full of opportunities and experiences…and quite a few first-times. Here are a few memories that made this year really special –

  • Starting the year with a bang – going to Vikatgad/Peb trek made me push myself and realize that I am a lot stronger than I think
  • Making impromptu plans with my classmates – planning a trip to Lonavala in less than 72 hours – and really enjoying the overnight stay there. The campfire was definitely the highlight of the experience
  • Going to an industrial visit and linking theory with real-life application. It was surely an enriching experience
  • Trying out rollerblading – although I didn’t really continue with it for long, it was kinda enjoyable
  • Visiting the Kalaghoda festival with a friend – it was really inspiring, basically creativity unleashed!
  • Experimenting – especially with my hair. I didn’t know it would turn out to be so different
  • Attending the YouTube Fan Fest and cheering my throat hoarse. The energy of the performers was really infectious – I enjoyed every second of it! Also, Mumbai in the evening has a charm of its own
  • Preparing classroom presentations and working on assignments – I never thought it would be so much memorable. It is so rewarding when all the hours of hard work culminate into something that makes one really proud. Especially the research project – the sense of satisfaction I got after putting weeks of hard work into it was unparalleled
  • I don’t know if this classifies as a trek or just a long walk – but visiting Kanheri caves (and having a nice filling lunch after walking 9.5km) with friends was one of the best memories of the year
  • Going for an internship to a completely different state having zero knowledge about the local language, meeting amazing people and having a great time.
  • Seeing my sister score amazingly in her board exams – scoring more than 97.3%, she really made me grin with pride
  • Planning a last minute impromptu trip to Mysore myself – and finishing an entire novel (Sialkot Saga) during the train ride.
  • Getting my first stipend check – the best feeling in the world!
  • Attending trade shows other interns – they know how to make even the most boring thing fun
  • Renting a car and going for an impromptu trip to Mahabalipuram with a cousin. The lighthouse was certainly the highlight of the trip
  • Going to Marina Beach out of the blue at 10pm with flatmates, and chatting there admiring the cityscape.
  • Watching the sun rise at the Marina Beach with my roommate, attending a part of the evening mass at St. Theresa’s Church with my roommate, and treating my taste buds at the Tuscana Pizzeria and Sandy’s Chocolate Laboratory
  • Going to Marine Drive with a bestie at 6.30am, and waiting for a whopping 35 minutes at a very crowded Merwan’s (Grant Road) for the heavenliest Mawa Cake. And then getting drenched in the refreshing Mumbai rains!
  • Exploring the different taste-bud-treats that Chennai has to offer – Zuka, Zaitoon
  • Growing up a bit more – understanding a little more of love and loss, and treasuring every moment and memory
  • Watching movies in different languages other than English or Hindi – Kabali in Tamil without subtitles was an experience in itself.
  • Reaching the highest possible level of homesickness and going to watch Kannada movie screenings – Thithi, Ishtakaaamya, U-Turn and Rangitaranga etc.  😛 And understanding that Kannada cinema has a quite a bit to offer. In addition to that, becoming seriously spontaneous – watching 3 movies in a week – Happy Bhaag Jayegi, Rustom and Mechanic: Resurrection (no points for guessing which one I watched alone 😛 )
  • Going for an impromptu dinner  with my cousin at Murugan Idli Shop and enjoying a HUGE tub of icecream with crazy amount of toppings sitting at the Besant Nagar beach late in the evening, and exploring the different restaurants and making the most of my last week at the PG – Jalpaan, Sandy’s, Subway and Bombaysthaan
  • Coming back to Mumbai and meeting my classmates – sharing our internship experiences and all sorts of crazy stuff over meals, going to impromptu lunches
  • Appearing for final placements while juggling my class tests, assignments, lectures and presentations. I guess I found my greatest learning in this phase – patience and positivity make the biggest changes by helping us enjoy the smallest pleasures in life
  • Seeing my good friends get placed in amazing organizations, and finally getting placed at an amazing company myself. It hurts to see my college journey roll to an end though.
  • Seeing the Government come out with really interesting measures to curb black money – declaring schemes for disclosing undisclosed income, the demonetization of Rs.500 and Rs.1000 notes, and the introduction of new Rs.500 and Rs.2000 notes.
  • Speaking about the demonetization issue – standing for in long queues at the ATMs and ultimately deciding to go cashless
  • Watching really great movies – Inferno, Doctor Strange, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and Arrival to name a few. While some of them seriously wowed me with the graphics, the others really got me thinking. The best part was that all of these movies were impromptu
  • Visiting Bhandardara with my cousins and family. That is one weekend getaway I won’t be forgetting for a while

Getting Placed

Juggling lectures, presentations, class tests and a host of placement processes is one of the biggest challenges faced by final year university students. Being in a batch of 350+ students kicks it up a notch. Although quite a few got offers from the organizations where they interned, majority of the batch was scheduled to appear for placements.

I guess I can safely say that although I didn’t have it easy, I didn’t have it too tough either. Our placement season officially kicked off on 5th October. Being pretty lucky with aptitude tests, I made it to the top 16 of almost every company that came in. Keeping in mind my learnings from the Soft Skill sessions in the previous years, I found cracking most of the group discussions a piece of cake. Personal Interviews were the ones I more-or-less dreaded. I was pretty intimidated by the interviewing panel in my first interview – by the end of 25 minutes I started to wonder what I was doing with my life! Needless to say, I wasn’t really surprised when I didn’t make it past the first round.

The first experience gave rise to an interview-phobia. Even though I had pretty relevant experience, my nerves got the better of me when I was to interview for a credit rating company a couple of days later. I was disappointed to not find my name in the final interview round, as it was one of my dream companies. And this led to the Catch-22 situation repeating itself. The next recruiter to interview me offered a profile that I instantly fell in love with. After a rather interesting group discussion round, followed by the HR interview at their office, I found myself advancing to the personal interview round to be held a few days later. I didn’t make the cut after waiting nearly 8 hours for my interview (I was the last one to be interviewed in a batch of thirteen). Unfortunately the recruiters weren’t as convinced as I was about me being a fit. And this really broke my heart.

My confidence had started to dwindle as the time and pressure to get placed increased. A few more companies (including a Big-4 accounting firm) had come and gone, and my hunt for a specific profile only made things worse. At this juncture I was convinced that I was not getting anywhere, and even started thinking of a couple of start-up ideas. I was humbled by my parents’ response to them – they agreed to back me if I wanted to proceed with it. At this point, the fact that SOMEONE believed in me made me feel optimistic. By the time the next company came in, I was more hopeful. I really wanted to be there – it offered everything that I looked forward to. I guess my luck again worked against me, as I couldn’t make it to the interview owing to prior commitments and health issues.

After a couple of insurance companies, a popular telecommunications company came in next. Being a telecom major myself and being offered my dream profile, I couldn’t be happier. The process however was a challenge in itself. Frustrated and dejected on being rejected so many times, I decided to give it everything I had. After 4 rounds of psychometric-aptitude test, I found myself selected for the GD process. I did fairly well and found myself in the final Personal Interview round. Although a part of my mind was in panic mode in the beginning, the personal interview was something I ended up enjoying – it tested my presence of mind, logic and mathematical skills. Although I did get a couple of answers wrong, I asked decent questions and made the panel laugh at times (The fact that the panel was pretty relaxed worked to my advantage). At the end of a long four hours of wait I found myself smiling with a spot offer letter in my hand on 10th November 2016.

I consider myself pretty lucky – at the end of nearly a month-long roller-coaster ride, I managed to find a profile of my liking in an awesome organization. During the course of this short journey I learnt quite a few things – the first one being the unconditional unending support and love of my parents. Their optimism and faith not only kept me going, but also reminded me that true joy lies in the smallest of things around us. I started to enjoy the small things around me – relishing hot chapattis with subzi that mom made, listening to the AIR news and the adverts in the car with my dad, splitting lunch with one of my besties, and occasional conversations with my best friends and cousins. Looking back, I guess enjoying the otherwise mundane tasks changed my perspective…and ultimately got me my placement. Well, my second learning is kinda cliche – a dialogue from Om Shanti Om that gives me hope when I feel everything is going south – “Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost!” If things aren’t working the way you want them to, maybe it just isn’t your day yet. Be patient and wait – everything ultimately works out.

Here are ten pointers that I have picked up while appearing for the college placement processes. I hope these help out someday.

  1. Practise for aptitude tests – speed and efficiency are the key-words during aptis. Solve puzzles that force your brain to think hard while keeping your cool – solving Sudoku puzzles helps.
  2. Be well dressed and well groomed. It definitely is a confidence booster 😀
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  3. CV – Knowing the profile and the skill-sets the recruiters are looking out for would be of great help. Rather than presenting a general CV, it would work wonders if the CV is tailored for the company and has the profile-specific-keywords.
  4. That being said, know your CV inside-out – you should be able to explain every single syllable written in there. Don’t fake stuff on the CV – there is a high probability that the bluff will be called in the personal interview(s). Carry multiple copies of your CV (4-5 should suffice).
  5. Identify and know the core values of the company you are interviewing for – and ensure that the values they are looking for match with yours. Think of examples beforehand that will help you substantiate.
  6. Even though it may not appear so at first, the recruiters want you to do your best – after all they came to hire you right?
  7. Interviews can be stressful situations. It is OKAY to be nervous. Don’t let the nervousness control you though – smiling, deep breathing exercises, and power poses before the interview help greatly in calming the nerves. Make sure you have eaten before the interview – hunger can also add to the nervousness.

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  8. Listen to questions carefully before you take a shot at them. It is okay to think for a short while – maybe even a minute or two, if the questions are tough. Be patient.
  9. Smile during the interview – it not only shows your confidence, but also the ability to keep a smiling face even in tough situations. If the interviewing panel is cool and relaxed (aka chilled out), you can crack some jokes and lighten up the mood. Try steering the interview to the topics you know about and can speak with confidence.
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  10. Be it something related to the profile or the career growth prospects, make sure you ask questions (a couple of them should suffice – don’t ask too many either!). Just ensure that you don’t ask anything about how you have performed in the interview.


P.S: As I wrote this, I could visualize my bestie expressionlessly looking at me and saying in a Professor Snape-like voice “I told you so.”

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