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It all started in the 7th semester in NIT Jalandhar- my alma mater. We were waiting for companies to come in our campus and everyone seems worried coz of the recession. None turned up till November when 2 companies which were the leaders in the CV sector came – The TATAs and ASHLEY. I tried my luck in TATA, but failed. So I was waiting for some other company. We are industrial engineers of NIT Jalandhar, so we didn’t expect much. Any company is fine. But then ASHLEY came and it was the first time in my entire college life that I studied. After clearing through the written tests in PEC, Chandigarh, we went for the interview in Gurgaon. We were all excited seeing the first glance of the corporate office of Ashley. Soon interviews took place and the next 10 days were the happiest of my life. I got selected. After that, we totally enjoyed our last sem in college tension free, and finally joined the company on 5th July.
Coming to Management Development Centre, Hosur (Management Development Centre) was the first obstacle. Nobody knew Hindi or didn’t use it. One guy literally said in Hindi “Muzhe hindi nahi aati” Somehow after lots of efforts, time and money spent, we arrived.
Management Development Centre was a cool place – 4 acres with fully built hostels for GET’s and Executives, Basketball courts, Volleyball court, table tennis, a small Gym, Carom etc. & a green campus. Hosur has an excellent weather. We were on the 7th heaven. GETs of ASHOK LEYLAND – The second best after TATA, and within a year we were going to be deputy managers directly. I never expected this being a low grade student of industrial engineering with 6 point CGPA in NIT Jalandhar. (I still cant figure out why I was selected)
After completing all the formalities of bond etc,. on the first day we had a major shock in the evening. Tomorrow 5:30 am – PT – Major Said. By the way Major is Major Swamy. Management Development Centre is managed by two army personnel – the Brigadier LM Malhotra & Major Swamy. So next day, waking up was the most difficult part but we realized an even difficult thing then. Only 6 bathrooms & toilets for 60 people & we have to be ready in 30 minutes. Somehow we managed and after that we went for PT. After all that was our first lesson in managing.
PT meant running 3 rounds of 500 m track at 6:00 am in the morning. After that, we compulsorily had to play games – volleyball or basketball. Many opted for TT & carom being the least exhaustive. After 40 min of games & PT we had to attain 8 hrs of classes. Initially the classes were fun like the corporate, email and dinning etiquettes. But as we spent 5-6 days, the classes began, were core automobile concepts were taught to us by Mr. Balan Sir. The most exciting 68 yr old bugger. In his 10 days of classes, we learnt many new sentences apart from automobile. Bugger, Bullshit, I will kick your ass, to name a few. Those were the most exciting 10 days in my life.
As days passed, PT & getting up at 5:30 am etc became usual for us but boring. Then suddenly one day rope climbing & balancing came along. Most of the guys did it except 7-8 who were fat buggers, then came the factory visits. There were 2 factories in Hosur & we were to visit them every alternate day when the automobile classes by Mr. Balan continued. Managing all the activities including PT, visits, evening games etc. became very exhaustive & there was hardly any energy left at the end of the day. The Management Development Centre guys took care of that too by providing good food – Most of the North Indians hated it but what do you expect them to make – fishwadas (for Bengali buggers)
After 20 days of training in Management Development Centre, Hosur, we were sent to Chennai. We were totally happy with the facilities there too – Comfortable buses, 3 star hotel. Seems this is how they treat GETs before kicking their ass. We had visits to their Product Development & RND facilities, Corporate Building were all the senior management interacted with us.
Chennai is the place where we got our first salary. I remember the day clearly. It was raining & Axis Bank ATM was about 200 m from the hotel. As soon as we received a call, all of us ran to the ATM as to who would see his account first in the heavy rain. We were totally satisfied. Had a feeling of responsibility for the first time.
Then we visited the ennore plant where I drived my first vehicle – An AL TRUCK.
Finally after the ennore trip, we have come back to Hosur, fully satisfied with the company culture, the training, the facilities, the faculty as a whole. We made friends, interacted with seniors, dozed off in like a 100 presentations.
I am sure to enjoy this training & cheer it for the rest of my life. Cheers to Ashley. Ha!!! We just came out with our Batch Name too:

The AL Mighty

This is a guest post by my batchmate in college and now an employee of Ashok Leyland- Ravi Pimperkar.

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My first week in DMS IITD

I will always remember the date 26th July. This was the day when all of a sudden out of blue moon, I got a mail saying I have been offered a seat in DMS, IIT Delhi. I have been expecting my waitlist to clear in NITIE but not in DMS and hence it was a pleasant surprise. In fact I was so happy that I had to ask a friend of mine to recheck it and confirm it for me. After that I just withdrew my application from the current institute and headed off to IIT Delhi pleased that I have made it to IIT, though may be I am four years late.
Since I got my offer letter a little late, that means technically I have spent only one week as of now in DMS. The first week has been interesting as I was swamped with things to do. Academics aside, my first priority was to get myself a room allotted. This is one process which is tedious and you have to navigate through the maze of bureaucratic machinery to find a place to stay. I will attend classes and immediately run to the main building to request for a room. It was a big campus and I had no idea where to go to get my work done. There have been times when I was exasperated, there have been times when I was plain angry with the system.
Apart from finding myself a room, I had to apply for committees and complete the Pre Joining assignments and there were things to complete which were covered in the class. All of this had to be done when in fact I did not have a room to live and unpack my stuff. Like I said before I was exasperated.
Then there were people in the class. They have made friends in the orientation week and the one week that they have lived here. I did not know any of them and the place was alien to me. I was apprehensive whether I will fit in or not.
But then this is I guess what people call multitasking. You have to juggle between your priorities and complete all of them to the best of your ability. Also you have to find time so that you can pursue your interests too. Things have started to fall in place and the place does not seem alien anymore. I have made new friends, friends that will stay here with me for the next two years and hopefully for the life. Now when I stand in the DMS building, I am not apprehensive of fitting in but I am hopeful for my future, I can see a future full of possibilities and I look forward to embrace it.

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When I saw her for the first time I knew she is my dream girl. She had everything that I have always wanted. The scintillating looks, the near perfect skin and most important of all the dazzling smile; it almost gave her an angel like appearance. Once when I passed her in the corridor of our class, I can smell her fragrance and it almost made me dizzy for I have never been so close to her. I kept looking at her in the class with rapt attention while she jotted down every word the Prof spoke. Oh she was beauty personified. I was content enough just to see her and this way a week passed. Now greed crept in, I wanted more, I was no longer satisfied with her smile and fragrance began to lost that enigma, I now wanted to talk to her. But that was not just possible. Whenever I tried to talk to her it felt like I have lost my voice, for even if I opened my mouth words would not come out. My mind went blank as soon as I was near her.
I thought of many lines to start the conversation with but there was no perfect line for her. Every attempt of mine felt lame and every night I would sleep thoroughly annoyed with myself. Finally I left it to fate, if god wants it, it will happen.
To my surprise God really wanted it for in one class she sat next to me.
Shreya- “Hi.”
Me- “Hi.” Oh! I managed hi without embarrassing myself. This must be my lucky day.
Me- “I am Dhiraj.”
Shreya- “I know.” This line almost gave me heart attack, she not only said hi to me but she also knew my name. I was overjoyed but suddenly my bubble burst for I understood how she knows my name. She must have asked her friend “Who is that creepy pervert who keeps looking at me?” almost in that instant I wanted earth to open and take me in. It is strange though how in one moment I was the happiest guy in the world and the next moment I was wishing for obliteration.
We talked a little that day, mostly about how prof is the most horrible person in the world and crib about mess food and the likes. It was an eventful day in my life, one which I will not forget for a long time to come.

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IPL Experience

As the whole country is suffering from an IPL frenzy both on and off the field it was only natural that I will be a victim of the IPL bug too. Thankfully I was part of the excitement on the field and not a part of off the field event (though the latter would have meant good looking bank balance).
Me and my friends went to see the match between Kings XI (though they performed like losers) and RCB (who by the way are knocked out of the tournament now) at Mohali. Thankfully we bought the tickets for the night match because it was so hot that day and 4:00pm match would have been total disappointment. Well anyway the match began and Kings XI was put to bat first. For those of you who have not seen the match from the stadium (yes I will rub it in), it was truly a different experience, much better than TV could provide. To begin with the atmosphere is electrifying and lush green outfield is a treat to watch.
You should have seen Steyn charging and bowl at 150 kph, exhilarating I must say. When Sangakara smashed him for the boundary, the sound from the bat gives you goose bumps. Not only was RCB up against Kings XI but it was also up against the home crowd. The noise, constant music and the chants from the crowd is sure to make players go nuts. Unfortunately for me, I am Bangalore sorry Bengaluru fan and hence the only one to cheer during Marsh dismissal and attracted some stare. I was particularly afraid of a girl sitting in front of me(must be 12 something), my god the way she stared at us everytime we made cheered, it almost felt like she was my school teacher. Though later in the night I gained in confidence and gave her stare back, she really was a Hitler (God bless her parents).
Anyways moving on the cricket field, Kings XI managed a decent score and RCB had to chase a stiff target. Theirs openers did not fire but then KP did, scoring a thoughtful and brisk half century. He was ably supported by Kohli but then the night belonged to Uthappa and the way he smashed two sixes off the Brett Lee over took the match away from KingsXI. This is one sight I would not forget in a hurry. Brett Lee firing up 150 something’s and the way he was manhandled by Uthappa. It’s a disappointment that he is not making the team during world cup but then he proved himself worthy of the money spent on him by the franchise. The match ended and gave a favourable result for me at least though the home crowd was disappointed and they had a good reason what with the sloppy fielding and sweaty palms.
IPL sure has changed the complexion the way cricket is played and its more pleasant considering it’s only three hours and there is glamour associated with it. By the way cheer leaders look better in person than on TV. Hope the off field events do not spoil IPL.

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Second interview of the season and I can tell It went better than the first that I had for XIMB. My interview date was on 23rd march and at 12:30pm time slot. The process started with me assigned a panel number and I had to get registered there first. This is the place where they check your documents and the original certificates. Once the registration was over, the candidates were asked to go for the written case study. There was no GD and the case discussion was a normal one. You are given half an hour to write about two solutions. Ample time though some found it difficult to complete in that period too. My case study was to deal with the downsizing the department of which I am head from a workforce of 20 to 17, the twist was all the 20 people are equally competent.
The case study was over by 2 pm and then I had to wait for around 3 hours before I got an audience with the panel member. There were 3 panel member, one male and two female. The interview was generic in nature and they did not ask about the academics too even though I was a fresher. It went something like this
P1- so Dhiraj, You are from Manipur and have done B.Tech from Punjab?
Me- yes sir.
P3- can you do a comparative study of the two places and tell us about the difference that you saw?
Me- I explained it in detail made around 3 points and was done by that time.
P1- Why do you want to go for an MBA after you have done engineering?
Me- Explained but was not that convincing.
P2- What are your career goals?
Me- explained, two panel members were ok with it and the third one made a face.
P1- what is the currency of France?
P2- Name five currencies that you are familiar with?
Me- answered.
P1- what do you think can be done to help the cause of Manipur?
Me- explained again.
That is it.
Thank you.
The interview lasted for around 12 -13 minutes and I was allowed to do the most talking. They did not grill me on acads; neither did they put any stress. It was a comfortable interview. The question is how can they select me or reject me on the basis of this interview. Anyways hoping for the best and preparing for the next one now.

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The dull and grim placement scenario received a boost after Tech Mahindra visited the campus. It was like a shot in the arm because there were many who were left aside in the placement process and with each passing day the feeling worsens. Needless to say there were more dummies in the paper than the test takers, having said that it was only on the candidates to clear the interview which was technical too(ooooohh!!). A total of 18 students were placed in the company (sigh of relief), and computer science has already started the second round(cheers to them!!). The best part of all this is we are gonna eat at bidhipur tonight and someone else is gonna pay(hurray).

The party at Punjabi Rasoi (PR) as usual starts with booze,booze and more booze with some getting hopelessly drunk even before the party starts. the crowd tricled in at all times of the night and the feast started or rather it crawled with people eating in bunches(since the cooking was slow). People were sneaking with rotis in hand and some stood at the front of the kitchen throughout the night. There were some who lost all the hope of getting any and left(poor souls they must have slept hungry), there were still others who struggled and eat. Ravi for example was at his best, getting rotis where none existed, managed daal from somewhere and if that was not enough he even managed rice.Great work i must admit and we two had a blast (though it was with great help from JP who sneaked rotis in his hands).

Some resolves were broken too.Pradhan for one thought that he would not be drinking. i happen to meet him when i was leaving and he had a peg in his hands.

“Whatever happened to not drinking?” I asked

“Arre yaar khali haath thodi jayunga”.

While people had tough time finding food, the day rather the night belonged to the bengali duo of Dada and Fractal. The two managed to have five persons worth of food and dont ask about dada, he was drowning the sorrow of KKr’s defeat in whisky and coke,literally.

Anyhow the party ended, at least for me and we took our leave. On our way, someone suggested that we take the shortcut which we did.As i climbed the wall and hug that pole which is hugged by Nit ians at some point or other in their college life, i heard someone say-Paneer sahi tha yaar

I almost fall thinking-“@#!@ where was it?”.

The question was put to rest when i read today on facebook-Life is a search for that nonexistent paneer and ever elusive roti. Glad i managed to have roti.

PS- you are free to upload photos, i did not have them at the time of writing.

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