There are some moments in life when you find yourself in such an embarrassing situation without your own fault. Following is one:
In the summer of 1999, I felt like a high-achiever: admission at IIM L – gave up scholarships in the
I visited my aunt’s house one day and my aunt’s mother-in-law wad there. She was an eighty year old woman who was very smart, but belonged to the past. I should have had better sense, but vanity dominated my thought and the moment she asked me what my future plans were – I was very eager to tell her that I was going to an IIM. She looked at me very sympathetically and said, “Girish, well you don’t have to feel bad. I have a nephew who studied there, what did you call it - ah yes, an ITI, and he now owns an electric shop. It will be ok”. I was speechless. Never did I ever tell anyone older than 45 that I studied at an IIM.