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When People Come Together

It is amazing what people can do when they come together. I am in Belgaum for the last four days managing some recruiting related activities on behalf of one of our clients. Shivanand is our local employee based out of Belgaum and his presence in Belgaum was probably the only reason why I took up this assignment with confidence.

We had four high energy students from local management campuses who acted as full time volunteers, two senior faculty with industry experience in the interview panel, a very co-operative campus that lent us space and office staff for infra management, the district administration who readily provided us with police personnel and the district employment office who had helped us with press releases and space during the initial selection related processes. The interviews went off seamlessly and ended peacefully an hour ago.

Do so many varied entities come together and work together perfectly all the time… I guess no. They came together because of three reasons. First being Shivanand himself. Shiva is a highly networked youngster with a very charming temperament. People like to do things for him. Second being the brand image of our client (which is one of the largest corporate houses in the country) and finally, my firms brand image. Most people who know my firm is aware of its commitment towards the young Indians. Those who came together also wanted to be a part of this mission in their own little ways. Needless to say, for such exercises to pass peacefully, HIS grace is also very important.

Safe to say, it all went off peacefully and hopefully, we will have opportunities to work closely with all these wonderful people over the years to come.

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