Covering Letter. Dear Sir/Madam, It is not often that one gets to address the Director of Admissions and that to with the knowledge that what ever is being written will be read and read carefully. So, Sir/Madam it is indeed a pleasure and, at the risk of sounding unctuous, honour to make use of this wonderful opportunity. What follows is candid reflection of what I am and I what I could be.
Whenever I try to create perspective and look closely at what is going on in the world outside of me, I am constantly amazed, and many a time slightly intimidated by the awesome forces of change that are wrought by the routine actions of my fellow human beings. At once invigorated and flustered by the frenetic pace of our lives, I try to take refuge by looking inwards. I don’t mind confessing that the view there isn’t always edifying! So here I am, buffeted and pummeled by the turn of events that I normally should welcome and mould to my advantage. I’ve searched a lot, both within and without, and have finally come to the conclusion, more of a revelation actually, that an MBA at this point would define my life itself! In trying to understand what makes me happy or successful or both, I have often observed that the very aspects of my character that give me professional success also lend themselves to my personal happiness. Happiness for me is the greatest form of success. I have consistently endeavored to define myself, in the context of the Aristotelian ‘Golden Mean’ and the Herakleion ‘Constant Flux’ and kant’s ‘a priori’ concepts.
For me integrity is the Olympian among human attributes. Everything else must come second. Enthusiasm, empathy, forbearance, self-belief, compassion – all are a must for my development. Each one is a deeply significant philosophical paradigm for me. I am a “” in “”, channel partners of M/s…
I have people reporting to me directly. Many of our clients are household names out here. But, there is nothing domestic or domesticated about the situations that we, my colleagues and I, encounter during the course of our work. From the indifferent government officers to the equally intractable clerks, from the unpredictable train schedules to the maddeningly frustrating transportation delays, we have seen them all. We have also been witness to some of the tidiest plans go awry and reduce the planner to emotional felly. So, to obviate all the emotional traps that can hamstring the best laid plans, I have deliberately taught myself the singular ability to confront uncertainty, however overwhelming it may be, and still retain the ability to function at my peak.
This has always been my contribution to any group that I was a part of. I am a very effective “shock absorber”! ! That Sir/Madam, is I in a nutshell. Thank you once again. Tipp ie-3 If cultural diversity and linguistic profusion were taken as the predominant criteria to judge a country’s importance, then, India would win hands down.
Further, if historical ancientness of a people were to form the basis of judging a country’s depth, then too, my country would be at the forefront. I would not want to sound as though I am pushing a point too far – it is very easy to tend towards hyperbole in these matters-, but it still does not detract from the fact that I am, inescapably and inextricably, a part, a minuscule one but all the same a part, of the flow and inter weaving of a mind-boggling roiling of languages and cultures as yet unheard of in any country since man first took the hesitant steps in creating civilization. I am by birth at Rajput h. A community of people historically given to rule. I was born in Durga pur and brought up in Visakhapatnam: a city on the eastern coast of India in the state of Andhra Pradesh.
Our state language is Telugu. Our population is around Seventy million (Remember this is India! ! ).
But why am I indulging in prosaic statistics? The answer is not only obvious but stunning too. If I were to take a compass and adjust its reach to around five hundred kilometers (we are here talking of a slightly large, hypothetical compass) and then draw a circle, this is what would happen: I would be drawing a circle that would encompass the densest population, include peoples who speak a dozen languages and hundreds of dialects, peoples who have been living side by side for generations but differ so much linguistically and culturally that they could be from different worlds! ! Visakhapatnam herself, a rapidly expanding city, attracts migrants whose language is, as far as its intelligibility is concerned, Aramaic to me! Closer home my neighbors worship Gods I haven’t heard of! ! My history teacher used to speak of tribal people, hardly a hundred kilometers from our city, with a matriarchal society not averse to bouts of cannibalism! ! ! What a magnificently wonderful and incomprehensible potpourri! ! ! Cultural, linguistic and Anthropological? ? Most importantly, when I do have to interact with these people, mercifully excluding those tribals, what do I learn? Plenty. For one, spoken language isn’t really as important as we think. Almost any part of the body can be used to communicate.
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Two, we don’t really need to have anything in common to respect and like each other. It is enough if we have the desire. Everything else follows. Finally, we can disagree and do so very vociferously, yet, create extremely constructive and resilient bonds between us. To share these messages would be my unique contribution to my classmates. One last point.
It isn’t as though I could ‘can’ these feelings here, hermetically seal them and pop them out later like a trite trick of legerdemain used by a magician who had seen better days. Rather, I fervently believe in them, live by their timeless wisdom and would not in the least mind having them as my epitaph. ‘The true test of civilization is, not the census, nor the size of cities, nor the crops-no, but the kind of man the country turns out.’ Ralph Waldo Emerson.
