SIMC Blog- Pune- Madness, Mayhem and Media

Anxiety and apprehensions are overloaded on this blog, for a little break from the monotony. I was just telling a friend this morning how I made it to Symbi, she was very much amused that I made it through, in spite of myself.

So, it was in December last year that we appeared for our SNAP test. And it was exactly at this time that I was involved in a theater production. So from practice that day I stopped over at the nearest CCD picked up a pizza warp and an ulta perk (it was complimentary, and I insisted that I be given one), grub done; I was off to my SNAP Center. Damn! That place was comparable to the first day frenzy of a Rajni movie release in Chennai. And since I had not been to college in long, I had a mini reunion at the SNAP center as all these B Com/BAA/BCS students from my college were attempting SNAP for the MBA course.

Once I found my hall, which was a herculean task; again I compare it to procuring the 10buck tickets for the Rajni movie on the first day. Anyway, that was nothing in comparison to the ragging I was subject to once the test had commenced. Though thanks to my Current Affaris Paper (Yes, being a Journalism student, we have such subjects) I fared reasonably well in the General Awareness section. English was decent. But the rest was based on the probability that I learned in my Class Twelve Mathematics. Pssssst... Next time you attempt MCQ without negative marking ask me. Finally, it was a Joke.

Now comes the funniest part of the whole deal. I scored some strange 96 on some three digit number, all of a sudden a week later my score plunged to some 50 on something else. I was completely hopless about anything happening. But, I was proved wrong, a mail from SIMC landed up as SPAM in my account! They really wanted to interview me. It was crazy. What SIMC did and why, I have not been able to decipher to date.

Anyway, I procured all the necessary certificates and all articles of mine that have ever appeared in the papers and everything else that could somehow show SIMC that I am journalist material. After a long wait, I finally got to meet my interviewers, damn, the two men were out to rip me apart. And finally my conscience triumphed and I declared to them that I would leave my job and work for an NGO if I was not given an opportunity to do development journalism and civic stories! I had clearly lost all chances of any chance of going for the third round after that, I saw that the two people were pretty appalled at my reply.

But no! It was destiny that I had to be put through a month long 'assignmenting' session. Which also I survived. Despite all odds, by odds, I mean myself. Long evening walks gave me the inspiration I needed to work all night. And then eventually I utilised all the contacts I made in the field of media right from Sanjay Pinto to Veeraraghav and my notorious affinity for NGO's also was fruitful.

And then came the day. The day when I will be stressed, ragged, evaluated what not. My new definitions of Stress - What do you think of Matrimony?; Ragging - Whats the crime scenario in Mumbai; GD was cool - Gay marriages; UKC - The Supremo - So Sanjay, what do you think of Susmita?

The End. I made it. And now I have to face yoga, and assignments even before stepping into the Institute.