Today was my very first IIM interview at the Catering College, Dadar (has beautiful food exhibitions I hear…:D) with IIM-S.
At around 9.05 am a guy (looking like he was a native of the Khasi tribe) came in. With the beautiful accent that northeasteners give to their English, he took our attendance asking to be excused if he mispronounced our names (as we find their names a bit hard to roll our tongue around so must they too :D).
A few people were absent (those with an ABC no doubt). Fifteen of us were split in to two groups. Mine had 7 in total. Then we were led in to the GD room, where the chairs were arranged in a circle, so that no one has the advantage of position, mine was bang in front of the panelists’ table. We were asked to keep our CAT admit card and photo identity proof out which one of the panelists then checked. He seemed quite surprised on seeing me and had to double check on whether I was the same person.
We were then given 10 min to write our understanding about a case: A young port engineer is proud to be the executer of a multi-million dollar repair of one of the ships of his shipping company. But then he finds that the contracted firm has overcharged his company by 1/3rd of the original amount, which he then brings to his boss’s notice. Though the officials then set up a meeting, they agree to split the amount and seem to him to be very cavalier about the entire deal. He then realizes that though the company respects his integrity, they will not do anything about this (ie they are corrupt themselves etc etc). If he does not sign the passing order, he may very well lose his job, and that there were not many company offering the kind of role he wanted. Also, in a very unimaginative Bollywood addition hero has an ailing mother (thank God they did not say with TB). What can he do now and so on.
Discussion was healthy; with everyone speaking at least twice (some people kept repeating their points). I entered around 3 times with original points and 3 times with counter-original points to others’ points… I was also able to sum the discussion up a bit. Being the kind of case where there is a lot of grey area, it could be interpreted in many different ways, however, one guy kept rambling aggressively about how one can never sacrifice ethics (Satya Harishchandra who sacrifices his family :D). I did not take any stance, but debated the fallouts of various scenarios that were available. Many looked at me alone while they were speaking!
After 15 min we were told to stop and they then collected the case study sheet and the Shillong interview form. Then we were bundled out and the interviews began. Being no. 5, I thought I would be called soon, but I became the last person interviewed (First and last were parallely interviewed, middle became lastL).
The same panel that reviewed my GD interviewed me. P: Panelist. P1 – A smiling guy in his 40s, P2 – mock serious young guy (30s), P3 – A very respectable looking oldie (seemed 60+)
The interview:
Me (grinning like a Cheshire Cat): Good afternoon Sir, Good afternoon Sir
P1 (indicating me to sit): Good afternoon
P1: So where are you from?
Me: Andhra Pradesh
P1: Where in Andhra Pradesh?
Me: Visakhapatnam
P1: OK. Tell me something about it.
Me: It is a port (blah!). Located in coastal Andhra region. HQ of the Eastern Naval Command. (Here I completely lost my head) Its beaches are much cleaner than Mumbai’s. (Damn, I could have talked about the flourishing ship manufacturing, but no, I was set to prove myself a compete joker). Also, I felt that the people are very hardworking always forward looking kind of people.
Then the obvious –
P1: So what differences do you find in the people here and there?
Me: Mumbai is so much more cosmopolitan, we have a never say die attitude…Blah blah
P1: So you are saying that Visakhapatnam people are not?
Me: (Some statement to correct my foot in mouth moment…) actually sir, it’s been years since I visited Visakhapatnam, however, when I went there, this was the impression I got.
P2: So what is happening in Srikakulam?
Me (mishearing as ‘so have you been to Srikakulam?’): I have never been to Srikakulam.
P2 repeats.
Me: Oh, sorry. No I don’t know, I only know about the Telangana issue
P3: So if there is a separate state of Telangana created, where will you belong?
Me (I belong here, to dear, aamchi Mumbai): I will still be in Andhra. (Explained the location of Vizag and coastal Andhra)
P1: Ok. So you take painting commissions (seemed amused). Should we commission you for a painting.
Me: (Gave a ‘why not’ smile) (But don’t expect any discount).
P1: Do you like reading books?
Me: I love reading books. But more than that I like to write short, witty humourous stories on life.
P1 (ignoring last comment): So which authors?
Me: P G Wodehouse is my all-time favourite (he smiled, must have been his too). Also, I like books that talk about human behaviour, Agatha Christie’s books, especially her novellas under the name of Mary Westmacott, rather than the detective fiction.
P1: So you said you like humour. What is the humour you can see in this situation?
Me (I screwed myself royally with my answers above you must be laughing inside): Well, with a no. 5, I expected to be interviewed atleast before the logically last person, but I am the last person to be interviewed.
All three smile so as not to hurt my feelings. P2 is slow on the uptake, but follows the lead of the other two.
P1: And outside of this interview room?
Me: Well, some people came out with rather embarrassed smiles. I could not imagine what must have happened inside :D…what happens that one becomes so embarrassed?
Real laughter this time (whew!).
Me: Also, I could see many R K Laxman expressions on some faces. (Like a fool I mimed like the lion in ‘Madagascar’)
P1: So do you like to observe others’ expressions while you travel?
Me: Being an artist, I think it helps me, I do it quite unconsciously.
P1: So draw a caricature of me. (Hands me a notepad and arranges his face into a boring, uninterested expression, looking up toward the skies)
Me: Sir, you must promise to not be offended. (He nods and I rapidly sketch him with a broad smile and hand it over, he passes it along to the others with a mixed reaction)
P2: So you are a Mechanical engineer. How much do you remember?
Me: Most of it, I hope.
P2: So let’s start with IC engines
Me: Ok. (Here the questions are quite basic, so I will not bore you with answers)
P2: What is a camshaft used for?
P2: Why should the valves be controlled?
P2: How does the camshaft operate?
P2: What is a fuel injector?
P2: Jet or spray? Why?
P2: If some water has entered my bike last night and I want to start it in the morning what will happen?
P2: What is the A/F ratio for diesel engine?
P2: Knocking?
P2: What is a clutch used for?
Barring two unsatisfactory answers and one wrong answer, I answered the rest to my satisfaction.
P3 then quizzed me on moral dilemma. Later –
P2: So you graduated in 2010 july and started preparing for CAT? (I have a gap of 6-7 months)
Me: (I tell them how the time was spent… but P1 rescues me by saying she undertook commissions)
P2, P3: Really!?
Me: I retailed around four of my paintings
P3: For how much?
Me: Around 5000/- (Some gyan about the paintings.. I am a professional Tanjore Artist) P3’s eyebrows go up in to his hair.
(Some discussion about why I want to do an MBA if I am so good at Art)
P1: So do you keep updated yourself about current affairs? Can you tell us about some?
P3: So what about the Satyam Scam?
P3: Do you support R Raju? (Where did that come from?!!)
P3: Do you think corrupt people are becoming more and more common in India Inc?
P1: Can you name some clean persons?
(Here I say that really clean persons do not come in the limelight. Guffaws all around.)
P1: What do you think about Manmohan Singh?
Barring one factual mistake in the Satyam case, I answered satisfactorily I guess.
P1: Ok thank you. Take a chocolate and get the hell out of here, we want to have our lunch. (Last bit is imagination)
Me: Oohh thanks. (I pick up a mentos).
P1 (amused and thinking I have a sweet tooth): Take a couple more.
Me: No, one is fine. Thank you sirs (Enjoy your lunch).