Then suddenly comes the fifth trimester. The placement season has gripped the school. Juniors lead the band with their summers. The laggards cry at the insurmountable task and placement cell is the most devious organization on the planet following closely behind LeT. They are incompetent asses who are having the party of their lives in that secretive Placecomm Room the entire time. This hue and cry from juniors wakes up the slumbering stony faced corporate scumbag in you. You start realizing that this celestial life is going to come to an end soon. You do not want to accept it. But you start discussing this between your homies. Even if you aced the internship, you start having second thoughts. You envy the PPIs and drool over PPOs. Life isn’t a bed of roses anymore.
This is where most of us second year PGP students of Indian b-schools are right now. We need to wake up and tighten our belts. Or rather loosen it after all the weight we have put on here. Hear Hear, the placement season is around the corner. Buck up and prepare for the war. Talk to the feeling that is telling you that happiness in life is about to start a downward spiral. It is true and the only way to avoid it is to fail. Yes, failing does sound like a good option now but you know that you will not fail. Prepare for the war. Here is where we are!
P.S: This note has been inspired from a narrative I read on a recommendation of a bookaholic lass! I would like to thank her for this recommendation - The Opposite of Loneliness, Published by Yale Daily News.
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