Poojitha My pre SIIB life was quite haphazard and exuberant, in other words wacky and directionless. I liked everything so I dabbled. I was a diletta
My pre SIIB life was quite haphazard and exuberant, in other words wacky and directionless. I liked everything so I dabbled. I was a dilettante. Some of the things that caught my fancy during my engineering and post engineering years were, soldering electronic circuits with the least number of ICs, being a temporary environmental crusader, developing dapper Android apps, modelling food and men for photography, exploring graphic design to give shape to my eccentricity.
Fast forward to 2016, placed with a conglomerate in Nigeria. I won’t hide it, I am absolutely stoked. And thankful. To my luck and to SIIB. I don’t believe I was too smart.
At my last job I was earning less than what the start-ups’ CEO’s driver was earning. My best friend had joined SCMHRD while I was toiling away. She coaxed me to take up MBA, add to it my mothers’ loving pester. That was October 2013, I quit my job, hence my temporary passion. I gave XAT and SNAP. Joining SIIB was the best chance I had.
SIIB streamlined my goals, reinstated faith in my ambitious dream to make it queen size. It gave me time to think. It unmistakably catapulted me into reality, into realising my potential due to the constant feedback of the lecturers, good and bad. I might not be “born for business”, but I grew confident, learned to be professional, less unruly and more corporate. I knew I had something in me, but the college gave me proof. I never did sing before, or walk the ramp. It gave me great friends. They were my Does when Dementors tried to feed on me. It gave me great juniors, from who I learnt a lot too. Patience, emotional intelligence, tolerance for ideas weren’t my strongholds. Did you notice the past tense?