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The IIPM Fiasco

My take on the recent turn of events:


IIPM’s tall & lofty claims in its larger-than-life ads. are a farce and anyone but the most thickheaded can see thru its schemes.
On second thoughts, maybe IIPM can indeed teach the IIM’s a thing or two about management. After all, it did help spectacularly launch the career of a mediocre student (Arindam Choudhry) with flawless precision! That’s HR management at its best! I hope they are equally adept at crisis management!

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Vivek said…
I always had my doubts about IIPM. And the recent controversy proves that I wasn't alone. Your take on it's brand of HR Management is enlightening though.

And to sample IIPM's attempts at crisis management, get a load of this .....

http://iipmbelgiumlondon.blogspot.com/

or this,

http://iipminfrastructure.blogspot.com/
Friday, October 14, 2005 7:59:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
'IIPM' already ranks as the second most popular search on Technorati. Speaks volumes of the power of blogosphere.
Friday, October 14, 2005 8:06:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Hey Deep! Great pics of FC! So you're planning on coming back? I'm thinking of making a trip down to Bangalore some time this year as we have an office there. Anything worth seeing there?
Friday, October 14, 2005 11:43:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
I'm new to Bangalore and as such couldn't really offer too many suggestions. However, the following URLs could be a great help:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bangalore
http://wikitravel.org/en/Bangalore
You could call me @ 9886991714.
Friday, October 14, 2005 11:54:00 AM
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