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Getting into one of the country’s top management schools is hard. Dreams are many. Expectations are high. So what happens when a budding leader from one of India’s famous Public sector company ends up there, hoping IIM–A is all about leadership. And then, his dreams start to crumble. There’s probably no one who can narrate those feelings better than Naren, a simple student at IIM – Ahmedabad. His journey, through a fiercely competitive world, that is, the most premier management school in India, is by turn thoughtful, poignant and hilarious; sometimes laced with sadness. And it quickly becomes apparent, that it is not what he was looking for. And the pressure of memories, of unrequited love, and the expectations of everyone around make things that much harder. The course is tough. The hours are long. Grades are hard to come by… Is all lost? Or is there a treasure left for Naren to take back…
For Post Graduate Programme Students (PGPs). They can take a walk down memory lane. For Common Admission Test (CAT) aspirants. They can have a virtual tour of what they have to look forward to. And for those who couldn't make it. They can see what they missed...and what they didn't! What's tougher- surviving CAT or surviving the years at IIM-Ahmedabad? The IIM has its own watertight spaces. Only the impervious stand the test of time in this Mecca of Learning. There aren't many mantras to sail through but an indigenous model may just about manage to have your back. When Teji made his way into one of the country's premier institutions, he hadn't quite fathomed life on the other side of the spe...
Memoirs of an Indian journalist.
Society is woven by strands of people who inhabit it, it's culture, traditions and by it's politics. All these would collectively fail to hold it together had there been no stories to bind them. Most of them were real. These were stories which were narrated down generations, over a bonfire, sipping rum, toddy or whatever else they liked to drink. Gelato Ice Cream and Coffee parlor is like a roadside room with a view. It is located in Sector 8 in the heart of, Chandigarh, an otherwise sleepy city of India. The stories in this book are generated from the parlor itself and with passing time, these will be talked about as stories from Chandigarh. Thus S.P.S. Oberoi,Gullu, Priya Rajvansh, Sam Panwar, Raja the langoor, Angry Sad and Sad Sad come alive as the book progresses.