MBA Journey From Calcutta to Mumbai
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The glass ceiling, ever so beautiful yet so fragile that you always want to hold it yet be careful not to cause damage. Dreams, my friends, are like so, the glass ceiling. We are but hollow without them. From the ‘city of joy’ to the ‘city of dreams’, the journey was not an easy one. The constant fears of a hotelier's life with the frightening thoughts of leaving the people I have seen almost every day of my life was fearful indeed. It was I can say for almost all of us here. But now that I am here, it's like introspecting life, to visit those unknown fantasies one never knew it exists. Mumbai never disappointed to fill that cupola of excitement. Yes, changes were there, but then changes are parts and parcel of life, and if taken make us better people. From the chicken kasa of the best chef in the world, my mom to Mumbai's very own pav bhaji, from the famous rasgulla of my native land to the vada pav, from spending time on the banks of Ganges to marine drive, much has changed, yet not much. From the unfocused dependent kid, it has made me an independent disciplined one. Life at the campus feels great, with the work pressure, goals and everything, yet great. Getting to know all these strangers at the beginning whom I now called friends, and realise that though we come from different lands and speak different tongues, deep down we are very similar people, all having their own respective glass ceilings, which they cherish, nurture till they are capable enough to touch them.