Seniors please correct me if i am wrong. I believe now the total intake for full time PGDM is 240 students. the placement statistics for 2009-11 states that the total offers made was for 109 students .
what was the total intake for that batch ? how many people actually got placed?
Five terms are down, exams are done and its December in Goa, its time to sit and relax. Enjoy the watery sun and misty mornings and the dew tipped lawn. Basically it is the first time in my MBA life where I can be completely Vella:biggrin:. It is also one of those times that makes me all nostalgic and reflect. Reflect on the amazing 20 months I have had here.
I still remember my first day at GIM. Tlaloc (God of rain) had unleashed his fury on Goa; the Mandovi was brimming and every possible critter known to man had come to life. There, after a tired hectic wet morning (which involved a lot of travelling); I had sat eating a hot bun omlette in a cramped shop called Jaggus Den. The feeling even in that cramped shop surrounded by vending machine, coke bottles, chips, biscuits and lots and lots of Maggie, was that of a conqueror who had conquered mount K2. Finally I had made it to GIM.
That was 20 months ago, a long time in the course of an MBA. Little did I know then that on that day fate had chosen me to be among the 60 lucky ones who would get a chance to stay at the old campus. A chance to become an integral part of the history of GIM. One of the few students who will ever get to say that they were among the last batch to stay at GIM Ribandar and first to stay at Sanquelim. The ones to witness the metamorphosis of GIM and be a part of it. The few who would carry the idea that was and is GIM from Ribandar to Sanquelim.
Today as I sit here, I can very confidently say that we have succeeded. The essence that was/is GIM was carried from the banks of the Mandovi to the mountains of Sanquelim. Of course OT, Morgue, LH have given way to H1, H2,H3; the old Portugese hospital has given way to state of art facilities and a lot of similar physical changes have happened. But as the sharp edges of the newly constructed buildings wear out, as nature reclaims in part what is hers, the campus gets its GIM feeling back.
The pillars that shape and form GIM have remained the same. Steve with his luxurious mustache and quiet persona, Jenny with her ever sweet voice and patience, Ashlyn and her time tables and Mukesh and his servers. They all remain the same. Even today folks flock Jaggu for an evening cup of tea or run to Kailash for a glass of juice. The evening chatter from the banks of the river has moved to the mountains of Sanquelim. The rides to Fidalgo have grown longer and so have the night time adventures.
So as I sit back here, I am starting to comprehend that GIM is not just a beautiful building by the Mandovi or on top of mountain. There is something more to it. The umbilical cord from the one room college in 93 may have broken on the face of it; but even today the essence that is GIM thrives. As a matter of fact it has grown from 39 to 240. An unspoken bond connects these generations of GIMians. That is saying something about us GIMians and our culture. Prof Chirsto will agree.
Disclaimer: Never let your mind become as vella as mine has become now. It will definitely lead to a lot of weird posts on Life @ GIM.:nono:
Before I begin with this post Id like to put a small disclaimer; this post has nothing to do with life inside GIM but its all to do with life outside GIM.
It all began on a hectic Monday morning. It had been a month since my laptop had conked off; life had become, well, sooo un GIMish without one. No IP, no FB, no movies, no life. But now the time had come. A point in my MBA life when I decided that I couldnt be lazy. Today was the D day. I had to go to Panjim and get my laptop repaired.
Sigh... Work is always boring especially on a sunny day. Especially on a day when you are done with an ultra complicated 9:00 AM class on derivatives and another one scheduled at 4:00 PM. Phew... And the world expects me to get my laptop repaired!!
I quickly gobbled down a black forest at Monginis, grabbed my bike keys and just as I was about to kick start my bike a miracle happened. Clouds turned up from over the mountains!! Bless them! Atleast, I wouldnt have to drive in the sun! And these did not seem like the dark rain clouds
So off I went chugging on though the curvy roads and green fields humming the 3 Idiots song. The traffic was minimal so I was covering a lot of ground; until I took a turn for the bridge. Catastrophe struck. One hawaldar promptly jumped(blocking my way) on the road with stick and asked me to pull over.
Hawldar(Irritated) : No helmet? Tourist? Go and meet madam there in the jeep.
Madam turned out to be Ms Alice, police inspector with a very good handwriting in which she had begun writing down a Rs 100 chalan on me. Ah the irony of it.
Madam: Please give me your license.
Me (Giving her my college ID and acting as if I had mistakenly given it): Oh sorry maam thats my college ID. Here, this is my license.
Madam(Stops writing and looks at me) : You are a student of GIM? You live in the hostels right and where are you headed off to? No lectures today to attend?
Me(ye kya hua!!! Chalan for skipping lectures degi kya?) : No maam. Have lectures in the evening. Am going to Panajim for my college work!
Madam(Staring at me and the ID Card) : Look Gaurav, your parents at home will be so worried! You are driving without a helmet. Do you know how many young students meet with accidents.... Advice... Advice... Advice.. I feel bad... More advice.. I do not like fining students... More advice.. Advice...Phew.. Finally done after 10 long minutes.
Madam : Ok Gaurav, I am letting you off now. (Yippie!!). And take my name and number, in case some one else catches you today, just give me a call(I was ready to hug her, but why take chances with a PI! ). But next time I catch you without helmet I aint letting you off!
Me: Thanks a lot maam. There wont be a next time.
So off onwards I went. The joy of having saved Rs 100 from the jaws of a traffic policeman (woman in this case) is incomparable.
Reached Panajim, deposited my laptop at HP, grabbed a quick bite at Aunty Marias and began my return journey.
I didnt want to run into Ms Alice again, lest she changed her mind. So I decided to take the ferry across the Mandovi. (For those unawares, the ferry/boat lets you and your bike cross the river for free and is an amazing experience especially for a guy from a desert like mine. The best part is when the ferry reaches the other bank when everyone prepares to disembark. Remides you of the beaching at Normandy during WWII. Especially in terms of the enthusiasm with which people disembark)
Across the river I reached the bird sanctuary, a lonely green road and a bunch of tiny school kids hoping for a ride home. It was my turn to return Ms Alices gesture; I decided to give the kids a ride home. After a bit of discussion with the kids who did not know Hindi we began our journey. The small girl promptly sat on the tank(of the bike) and two guys on the rear seat. Off we went. It was awesome, reminded me of a scene from the song School Chale Hum. The road, as is the case in Goa, was awesome and the birds and greenery mind boggling.
The kids took me through all the short cuts possible; some which cut right through farms and others almost through houses!
Dropping them off at their homes (I was offered a cooked fish in return from their mum, which I politely declined) I reached back to good old GIM and well in time for the derivates class at 4:00.
A GIM can only be possible in a state like Goa!
The last few weeks have been amazing,hectic and fun even by GIM standards. Today, finally, as I sit by the Cafeteria watching the sun set, the last rays bouncing off my head :), I dwell.
It is that time of the year when the PGP 2s leave and an era in GIM history that is Ribandar will draw to a close. A time that makes you dwell. A time when every moment is to savour. A time when every walk, every glance could be the last. The time for a last visit to Casa, the last ride on the ferry to Deewar, the last time table or the last lecture. A time when the drive down the cause way (which all must have done a zillion times) becomes a drive in paradise, a time when Maggie at Jaggu becomes manna from heaven. The time when a person stands at the intersection of joy, sadness and expectation of the adventure ahead. It is that time of the year. Indefinable yet so defined
The lead up to this week had been amazing. It all began with Inception followed by Sangamam a few weeks back. Sangamam - The South Indian festival. Trust me, it is an amazing feeling - Sitting there in the cafeteria, eating on banana leaves, serving your batch mates and getting served by them! If there is any way a bond can be strengthened then this is the way to do it. It was simple, traditional, tasty and above all a dinner to remember. Not to mention the fabulous performances that were displayed. We even had our very own Mahabali attending the function.
The austerity of Sangamam was preceded by a night of some serious head banging. Inception was incepted . I am not a big fan of music, but when you hear Gino Banks and Sheldon play even a guy like me stands mesmerized. It was a night when some amazing talent from our batch teamed up with Gino and Sheldon and created magic. A time for revelry and fun along with a nice crispy chicken.
I should have known that the two days were too good to last. If there is one thing that can take the life out of you it is the mid terms. It strikes you like a bolt from PGP office and all you can do is grumble. At GIM time flies except during the exams. Its like you can actually see Einsteins relativity at work. A time when 2 AM is just the beginning of the evening. A time when you realize for the nth time, MBA is TOUGH!!!
But the good thing is, all things must pass. So must the mid terms. Post the mid terms it was the time of the Razzies. These guys know how to throw a party along with Prayas. First time in my life have I gone neck deep in the sea and seen the sun set over the horizon. Saw fishes jumping out and played football on the beach. This is when you really come to appreciate the fact of doing your MBA from one of the best colleges in India, which luckily happens to be in GOA
So, with the Wizbiz tommorrow, a Razzie party and the convocation lined up and the sun now set it is time to bid adieu to the PGP 2s and plan for the incoming PGP 1s. Best of luck folks! Best of Luck Ribandar....