Ding and no more

March 8, 2010

It’s not quite a month yet since Feb. 12 2010. Some one referred to it as “Bitter Friday” on one of the forums. That perfectly summarises that day. Thousands of us have now been stranded without an interview invite. The flurry of hitting the F5 key on the 12th gave away gradually to despair, and then [smash!] the dreams broke into a million pieces. For some of us, who have spent well over a year preparing for GMAT and applications, it came as a sad reminder of where we truly stand. For internationals like me trying to make it to a good US school only two things can lead us there – a very strong academic past and dad’s moolah. Sadly I have none. For those who are relying on their ECs and WEs and GMATs to get into HBS, go back to your college transcripts and see if you have a 3.7+ GPA. If not, bury your application and let it rot there.

The saddest thing is to say goodbye to the forums, the blogs, the newsletters, the twitter-feeds, the connections that one has grown used to. There’s no more dreaming of Boston, or New York. No more dreaming of plum consultancy/ finance jobs, no more dreaming of Wall Street/ Manhattan, no more thinking of Porsches, or fine dining at The Pierre. It’s back to the grimy life we’ve been leading before we learnt to dream.

This will be my last post here. This will also be the last post to carry the HBS tag. And I shall bid yet another goodbye – this time to my own blog and twitter feed.


Jack in My Head

February 2, 2010

***Please have a laugh ***

“A jumping Jack in my head
Tossing merrily about
Thinking where the cards will fall
To let me in or leave me out.

Lo behold it’s February
Black Coffee in my hand
Six cups down my throat already
Thinking where the cards will land.

They say it shall trickle
Throughout till April’s on
Shall we take that cue and hold
Jack till our fate’s undone?

Tell me friends what chances we have
To fight the superstars on their list?
We are but the little people
With the few shining stars in out midst.

I know this verse is crappy
But this was the best I could compose
The respite shall, or shall not arrive
Via Ms Leopold’s eloquent prose.

Till then we tie Jack to a stake
Cut the caffeine in our drink
And lay the jumping beans to rest
While we wait for the mighty guillotine.”

Team Gr8r

December 26, 2009

Today, I’m meeting one of my recommenders in the evening. I’ve been thinking about it since last night. He has been by direct supervisor, my mentor, and knew I’d be applying for an MBA even before I’d told him so. He’s not the only one. All my recommenders are in the same league – supervisors cum mentors who know me so well, and believe in me so much that it is almost humbling. And they have had to take time out of their very busy schedules to read the essays I’ve sent them – one containing interview excerpts of Ms. Leopold, another a write-up of the history of HBS and details of the admission process and student and faculty profiles, and yet another listing the work I’ve done under them. The last essay is totally useless, for they know it all. And then they’ve had to write the recommendations – each 250-word essays.

And they are just one set of people who are helping me through the process.

When I look at the journey I’ve undertaken over the course of … well, over a year now, I have come to understand that I am indebted to a lot many people – my GMAT tutors who prepared me and constantly encouraged me to go beyond what I thought I could achieve, my friends on Beat The GMAT from whom I learnt so much, and who so thoroughly encouraged me through-out the preparation phase, my friends who looked through my essays despite their own busy schedules, current students from HBS who sat down with my essays soon after their first semester exams and gave such incredible feed-back, friends from GMAT Club who form such a great community, and from whom I have learnt so much, people who have guided me to the right materials, given me the right advise, my recommenders, my family, my friends, and strangers.

And I realise just how much it is at once my effort as it is everyone else’s. It is as if I am part of a team determined to get me to my destination – pushing me, guiding me, correcting my course when I go astray. I said earlier that the faith my recommenders have shown on me is humbling; what is even more humbling is the help I have received from others – at times from pure strangers.

I dedicate this post to my ‘team’ – to all of you who have been there and are still there. Because without you, it wouldn’t have been as much fun.

Beyond the laminated glass

December 21, 2009

Every day, on my way to work, I see people on the sidewalk, I see people hanging off buses, crowding into rickety cabs, on their way to work. Many of them have an education, many don’t. Many have fled the tragic droughts of eastern states, their bank accounts nil, deep in debt with money-lenders forever on the head. They come from places thousands of miles away in search of a living. They toil hard for every scrap of food, every scrap of clothing they can afford, and send what-ever they save back to their villages, back to their sons and daughters, and wife and ailing parents.

And as I look at them I wonder … how many of them have thought of a Harvard education?

There are very few who can think beyond basic necessities. Who have the luxury, if I may call it so, of spending sleepless nights over a GMAT score, fewer who bite their lips over a 700. Even fewer who can think of applying to Harvard for an MBA. The vendor on the side-walk selling his deep fired samosas has not even had an education and perhaps never will.

I must be very ungrateful if I neglect to realise that I am lucky, very lucky indeed, to just be able to prepare my application for an MBA. There is very little that I have done which makes me a candidate. Most, or almost all, of it has been done for me. I salute those who have been accepted to their chosen schools in R1, I salute those who will make it to their choices in R2 and then R3. I must not however forget that there’s a world out there which’d never have a Harvard degree, or even the need for one. And I express my gratitude to HIM for allowing me this opportunity and hope I can make the most of the experience for the benefit of those who haven’t had this opportunity.

What’s cooking?

November 19, 2009

Over the last many months a few blogs have been my constant companion. All of them are by HBS students — an Israeli, an American Jew, two Indians and three Americans. And most of these blogs are currently on hibernation. Apart from the usual gossip about happenings in HBS, these blogs are also an excellent source of information about the countries their authors come from and the traditions that they bring with them. It is through these blogs that I was first introduced to pictures of Israel – something I’ve never seen before though ‘Indo-Israeli’ is a term we hear often in my country. And this mild introduction to a country and a culture has been fascinating.

My only experience of Jewish culture has been eating a sumptuous plate of Malawach. I Googled it. It’s a Yemeni dish very popular in Israel. It’s what Indians might loosely refer to as ‘laccha paratha’ — a multilayered wheat flour pancake which, in my case, was stuffed with a lot of cheese and an abundance of olives. It came with a bowl of raw tomato sauce too.

I tried eventually to prepare the dish myself. In Israel one can reportedly find ready-made Malawach which can be quickly slapped around a frying pan and had with the sauce or even boiled egg. I looked up recipes online but mistook flour to mean ‘maida’ which is basically very finely ground flour made from wheat grains whose skin has been scraped off. The result was that what I came up with was a crispy fried ‘namkeen’ – a crisp salty snack, not what the Malawach ought to be.

So my learning of Jewish culture is hopelessly inadequate.

On a side note, I’ve been noticing that the first thing that comes to my mind these days when I think of HBS is not Baker or Aldrich, but Spangler. Is that a cause for concern?

Miracles & Calculations

November 16, 2009

What does it take to be selected to a quality B-school? Forums would have me believe in success stories that are truly inspiring. Forums would want me to believe in numbers that make a difference. Forums would want me to believe that miracles do happen. Do they?

It’s often that I find applicants working out intense calculations on the number of applicants in a particular round, the number of admits, the waitlisted, the ratio of admitted to dinged, the ratio of applicants to those called for interview, the ratio of those interviewed to those dinged. In all, a labyrinth of calculations — done much like a professional gambler — done to determine their chances of getting that coveted call. I’ve read entries of people with sub-700 or even sub-600 GMAT calculating their chances of getting in based on their pool or their WE or their community experiences. I read blogs by sub-600 applicants applying to HBS and disappointed at not receiving an interview invite.

Do miracles happen? Perhaps they do. But it seems to me that the only minor advantage that can make or break an application is not of numbers, but of luck. And luck is not in our hands. I like to tell myself that getting into HBS is 80% luck, 20% hard work and 10% magic. It comes to a 110% and that is what HBS requires. Anything less than that 110% and I can kiss my dreams goodbye. And by the way, the last 10% is what I have to create. It’s a very individual thing.

Calculations can give hope, not results. If one has a sub-par application, he’s not getting in. I would advise myself, and others, not to leave anything to chance. If something can be improved upon, do it. Low GMAT? Retake. Low GPA? There’s nothing you can do; but try to push up the WE and GMAT. Low WE? Don’t apply. It’s that simple.

What’s to the right is ‘the moment’

October 14, 2009

Look to the right of this screen — The fifth column that says “TAG CLOUD” on top. Notice how the tag ‘GMAT’ is the largest among the other tags. Notice how ‘B-School’, ‘Application’ and ‘HBS’ comes second. Of course they are based on the number of topics they’ve been tagged to, and it’s a universal feature on most blogs that I read; and I’m fascinated by the way different tags gradually change their size, and the others who dwarf them. It’s all about ‘the moment’. That leads me to wonder if ever the ‘HBS’ tag would outgrow all others. But before that, the ‘Application’ tag has to shift shape.