I was walking on the streets of an Indian city with a bunch of my friends when we entered a bookstore to buy some books. On the corner of a shelf was lying a copy of GMAT Barron’s Guide with Richard Montauk’s, “How to get into Top MBA Programs” just beside it. From my undergrad days I was dilly-dallying about an MBA but never gave it a serious thought. As I was shuffling through the first few chapters of Richard Montauk’s book I suddenly felt a tremendous urge, an urge to do something different in life. As the name of Harvard, Stanford, Michigan, Chicago, Wharton and MIT came to my notice – they were just names to me. At that time I didn’t understand the significance of an Ivy League or a M7 or a Top 10 school – I was just a novice who was exploring. Going for an MBA to an US Business School was like a dream. But something drove me that day to buy the Barron’s Guide. It was 5 years back, my first step towards an MBA from an US Business School.
I always knew that one day I will go for an MBA but never knew why. “MBA” was a step to be among the top echelons of the society, a step to business world, a step to be smart and cool and savvy. I never went and introspected that why I actually wanted an MBA. Then came the opportunity to work in US, Ria was already in a school doing her PhD. I was never the geeky type – I was never inspired to pursue a Masters or a Doctorate degree in engineering; I knew it from the very beginning that I always coveted the bigger picture. I didn’t want to confine myself within the realms of a domain or a technology. I wanted to do something different rather than following the same path as my friend’s. There was a frenzy to give GRE and come to US – as if coming to US was more important than figuring out what you actually want to do with your career. I saw many people tormented in the middle of their education – many people questioning themselves. Well, I didn’t want to study just for the heck of studying.
As I accrued professional experience in US, I started to develop an outlook, which I lacked massively when I was back in India. I don’t know whether it was the ambience or the “stock talk” or the Silicon Valley. At the same time, I started visiting the BW Forums, attending the MBA workshops, surfing the school websites. I am talking about a situation, which was like 3 years back – I was still figuring out what I wanted to do with my life and my career. But I knew I wanted an MBA – strange!! MBA drove me rather than me driving for an MBA. But in the end, the results were unimaginable – as the self-introspection made me aware of my strengths and weaknesses. But vaguely I had something in mind about what I wanted to do after my MBA. [Warning: Self Discovery is a spiritual journey, it is not done in days but takes years.]
Only 2 years back after I got my first MBA admission that things started to fall into place. Unimaginable!! Isn’t it? I knew I could do better. Going for an MBA at that point of time would have been a wrong decision. To top that, who wanted to invest so much time and money and go to a program where you don’t deemed fit?
Truthfully it was more of a self-assessment and preparing myself for the future – Where do I stand? I needed an answer to that question. If I could get an admission with a concocted why MBA 2 years back, I knew I had a better chance when I would have exactly figured out what I want to do and how does the school fits into that. It was more than 3 years since I bought the GMAT Barron’s Guide.
I spent days assessing myself as the process of revelations continued. I checked and double-checked. Within a year, I absolutely knew what I wanted out of an MBA program. Believe me!! I felt an absolutely necessity of filling this void. If I want to reach my career goals, I need an MBA – it was crystal clear. Without an MBA the path will be much more difficult. So this time I had a more concrete why MBA. Everything seemed so simple.
Whenever I feel nostalgic about how I reached here, I still remember the immature lost dude in that bookstore curiously shuffling through the pages of Richard Montauk’s book. Who would know that one day he would be here writing a page on his blog trying to inspire and enthuse the juvenile and the deprived.