Prashant Ivaturi

The below was a blog that I wrote for ISB. You can find it here too:  http://blogs.isb.edu/admissionsdirector/2013/05/23/one-year-at-isb-2/ Three years ago, around the same time, I was in a pensive mood – thinking hard about my MBA plans and the kind of schools that could nurture my dream. Since then, three gorgeous years have passed – one, where I put in a lot of hard work to get into ISB, another where I went through the journey in ISB, and the third when I started putting my B-school education to practical use. Through these three years, I have continuously learned and evolved as a person, and overcome some of my doubts and fears; and I have emerged a more confident and stronger person. Some amount of determination helped, but it is the hard work and meticulous planning that helped above everything else. ISB offered the best in business education by tying up with some of the best B-Schools and bringing in world class faculty. That was a given. But what I realized pretty s...

En route to Wayanad, we stopped by in Channapatna  (60 kms from Bangalore) to take a look at some wooden toys. This small town is famous for its wood work toys and it still retains its old charm. Here is the link to all the pics that we took of the  Channapatna Toys . Hope you enjoy what you see.

I have passed by this apparel stores many times but never stopped by to see the whole collection. April 6th 2013 happened to be that day when I had some work in a Bank that was next door. On my way back to the car, I stopped by the store to see their range of collection. It was very hot outside and therefore it was a nice way to cool off, even if it was only for a few minutes. Agastya, my 2 yr 10 month old son was with me. He was very playful, and naughty as only he can be. As I casually walked past the women's apparel and made my way to the men's apparel, I heard Agastya screaming and running past me towards the trial rooms. As I turned around and picked up a shirt, I heard a different scream this time. It was Agastya!! He had locked himself up in the trial room and could not come out. I tried to go up to the room and tried opening the door, but it wouldn't open. He had not only locked the round knob, but also latched the door from inside. I was petrified, and worried ...