Invisible hues!

“Hey Abhishek, can you come here for a sec?” A colleague summoned me to his table. I am always fond of this person – cool and calm, yet so funny and joyful. He never paid any heed to worries, and would always get his way out of every situation. He was the topper in IIM

We all are broken!

“No, I can’t do this again.” She threw her phone on the table and collapsed on her couch. “You have to stop chasing me. I am too broken for anything new!” She didn’t pay attention to his puzzled eyes and buried her face in the pillow. She didn’t want him to read her expressions –

How to know a job or company is ideal for you – The PWC framework!

“Hello Abhishek, I hope I didn’t disturb you.” The half-slept, half-awaken me took some time to recognize that voice on the call, as it broke my sweet sleep, with my bed being the back seat of my Uber. A sudden speed-breaker helped me to get back to my senses, and I looked at my phones

To Dad, with Love :)

Dear Baba, First of all, very very happy returns of the day! 🙂 Now, the confession. I know that I am not the best son, and I have never been. I get angry on you for no apparent reasons, don’t call you often, hardly speak for 5 mins a day and the list goes on

Love in the time of an MBA – pearls by a sea!

“That was a great presentation, Anay!” They were impressed by his work, but he didn’t care at all. He quickly completed all the formalities and escaped that place as soon as he could, rushed downstairs and started his bike. It was 2 PM in the afternoon, and he needed to reach Alibag as soon as

The Indian Society is fu*ked – but who gives a damn?

I just wanted to scream about what is wrong with me (and you too)!

Not a PPO? Not a problem (what to do in the second year of your MBA)!

“Hey Siri, read my notifications” I was just easing in my apartment, as I commanded my newly enslaved voice assistant to serve me (and this sounds so creepy)!“You have 7 new messages from a-girls-name-you-need-not-know” As Siri announced this, my heart skipped a bit. I threw my suit on the chair, left my tie half loosened

Dear Serene Streets

A letter to the streets of IIM Bangalore -just to remember the unusual bond I shared with them 🙂

Masala Chai (or How I Ruined My Chances to Get Into IIM Lucknow)

It was not my fault.Or maybe, it was completely my fault. The day wasn’t much pleasant, but it wasn’t going bad as well. I had an easy WAT topic, and I believe I had created a good piece of essay. And I had almost had a good interview. But…..Yes, I couldn’t control myself. I just couldn’t.

How I fought 3 dragons and still survived (or the story of my IIM Bangalore Interview)

Background: I failed to score well in CAT 2015. I had converted a new and baby IIMs, but decided to not join them. Also, I had not taken any placement from my college’s placement process, as I wanted to start something of my own. I had tried to convert my final year engineering project into