My last class of PGP got over yesterday. End of a chapter? Or end of an epoch? I would like to think it is the latter.
The two years spent here at IIMA have given me more experiences worth treasuring and cherishing than the 'lifetime' I spent before coming here. Where do I begin my journey down memory lane? Do I start with the eternal appeal of the LKP? The scintillating qualities and character of the people (students and profs included)? The everlasting impressions of the pressures and tensions of PGP1? The exhilaration of unbridled freedom of PGP2? The legalised addiction that is DBabble? It is a journey of reminiscing with a clear beginning but with no end in sight - I love you IIMA.
I remember last year seeing the senti NB get flooded with thousands of little reminiscences of various things - midnight cups of tea at CT, various CPs, ACPs, SACPs and disagree CPs, walks in the LKP, tempo shouts in the mess, T Nite chants, 'My two pence nostalgia' and what not. Let me start with my own list [RCP disclaimers apply :-) ]
What will I miss most about IIMA? Difficult to answer - IIMA is an experience beyond words; you have to live it to believe it. Where else will you get a pot pourri of the brightest minds, biggest ambitions and strongest characters mingling without inhibition, with IIMA being the touchstone of their aspirations?
The first week at IIMA - best described by the phrase 'Ohhh....maaaiiiiiii...........gaaaaaaawd' - brought together the dorms (at least many of them) in a way that would never be forgotten ... be it the concerned tucchas who made us run from pillar to post, applying for various clubs or the assignments which were bestowed with the 'well meaning' intention of making us experience a nightout as soon as we arrived here... by the end of the week, a weary batch of facchas and facchis would be left hoping for better times around the corner...we could have scarcely been more mistaken - PGP 1 first term does not strike terror in the hearts of a WIMWIan without reason.
How do I describe the unique brand of terror caused by a little piece of paper fluttering inside a wooden notice board which read 'QM Quiz at 2.30 (or Manac quiz for the engineers :->)? The endless poring over casemats, blackbooks and notes taken down by the literally inclined was enough to make me freak. Blood curdling shouts of 'Muggo facchon muggo' in the mess, in the dorms and wherever there was a tuccha congregation did precious little to ease the frayed nerves. WAC runs and HR assignments ruled the roost.
But soon, TNite came and proved beyond ample measure that group bonding was here to stay, even in THE most competitive of places. Memories of hundreds of eager facchas partly running - partly wading through the monsoon-soaked LKP lawns, of stentorian tempo shouts and ingenious posters, of colourful classes and people sleeping on benches or curled up in the corners of the classrooms will remain evergreen. PGP1 was all about mugging, so I thought - Tnite changed that. After that, exams came and went, quizzes flew past us but nothing would ever be the same again.
Second term gave a small peek into what a PGP2's life would be. Chaman lal and co brought colour to a rather drab academic existence. Third term was rather like the famed story of Sisyphus and the boulder, with one expecting liberation to be just around the corner but that corner never seemed to come. Life was one long story of bleary eyes, mountains of books and endless cups of tea with the only thing sustaining me being the hope of attaining the Nirvana that was PGP2. Exams came and went and voila! salvation was at hand!
Fourth term and a completely new experience - no staring anxiously at the quiz notice boards, no more huddling over black books - whatay! It was time to say goodbye to a harrowing one year and welcome a new set of unfortunate sufferers into the PGP system - OM Shanti OM I thought. Soon it was birthday time at D21 and what do you know? A new hobby! And entertainment for all!
In a way, it is futile to distinguish between terms in the second year... it was one long extended holiday - a holiday where one could do whatever one wanted, no questions asked. Some typical instances
- CG Road? Fun Republic? Pani puri anyone?
- Can someone tell me the best places to visit in Timbuctoo ? I have a 5 day weekend
- Can someone share the latest episodes of Naruto/Scrubs/24/South Park? whatever!
- Acado, can assignment xxx/ IP report submission be postponed till after we
graduate pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase?
- Mid terms? What are they?
- Muggo facchon muggo! MANAC/OM/QM ka tempo high hai, facchon ki le li zig zag zig zag
- How many people are planning to take the CG exam tomorrow? :-)
As someone said, time is not measured in moments, but heartbeats. Going by that I have spent longer than my physcial lifetime here. My heart beats for you WIMWI - these are the experiences of a lifetime which are forever part of me as they are part of you. Now it is time to step out of your benevolent arms into the big bag world of corporate existence, but the lessons you taught me and the friends that you have given me will be there always to help me out and give me solace when I am down and give me humility when I reach hitherto unexplored heights...
Bye bye IIMA
Ranga
The two years spent here at IIMA have given me more experiences worth treasuring and cherishing than the 'lifetime' I spent before coming here. Where do I begin my journey down memory lane? Do I start with the eternal appeal of the LKP? The scintillating qualities and character of the people (students and profs included)? The everlasting impressions of the pressures and tensions of PGP1? The exhilaration of unbridled freedom of PGP2? The legalised addiction that is DBabble? It is a journey of reminiscing with a clear beginning but with no end in sight - I love you IIMA.
I remember last year seeing the senti NB get flooded with thousands of little reminiscences of various things - midnight cups of tea at CT, various CPs, ACPs, SACPs and disagree CPs, walks in the LKP, tempo shouts in the mess, T Nite chants, 'My two pence nostalgia' and what not. Let me start with my own list [RCP disclaimers apply :-) ]
What will I miss most about IIMA? Difficult to answer - IIMA is an experience beyond words; you have to live it to believe it. Where else will you get a pot pourri of the brightest minds, biggest ambitions and strongest characters mingling without inhibition, with IIMA being the touchstone of their aspirations?
The first week at IIMA - best described by the phrase 'Ohhh....maaaiiiiiii...........gaaaaaaawd' - brought together the dorms (at least many of them) in a way that would never be forgotten ... be it the concerned tucchas who made us run from pillar to post, applying for various clubs or the assignments which were bestowed with the 'well meaning' intention of making us experience a nightout as soon as we arrived here... by the end of the week, a weary batch of facchas and facchis would be left hoping for better times around the corner...we could have scarcely been more mistaken - PGP 1 first term does not strike terror in the hearts of a WIMWIan without reason.
How do I describe the unique brand of terror caused by a little piece of paper fluttering inside a wooden notice board which read 'QM Quiz at 2.30 (or Manac quiz for the engineers :->)? The endless poring over casemats, blackbooks and notes taken down by the literally inclined was enough to make me freak. Blood curdling shouts of 'Muggo facchon muggo' in the mess, in the dorms and wherever there was a tuccha congregation did precious little to ease the frayed nerves. WAC runs and HR assignments ruled the roost.
But soon, TNite came and proved beyond ample measure that group bonding was here to stay, even in THE most competitive of places. Memories of hundreds of eager facchas partly running - partly wading through the monsoon-soaked LKP lawns, of stentorian tempo shouts and ingenious posters, of colourful classes and people sleeping on benches or curled up in the corners of the classrooms will remain evergreen. PGP1 was all about mugging, so I thought - Tnite changed that. After that, exams came and went, quizzes flew past us but nothing would ever be the same again.
Second term gave a small peek into what a PGP2's life would be. Chaman lal and co brought colour to a rather drab academic existence. Third term was rather like the famed story of Sisyphus and the boulder, with one expecting liberation to be just around the corner but that corner never seemed to come. Life was one long story of bleary eyes, mountains of books and endless cups of tea with the only thing sustaining me being the hope of attaining the Nirvana that was PGP2. Exams came and went and voila! salvation was at hand!
Fourth term and a completely new experience - no staring anxiously at the quiz notice boards, no more huddling over black books - whatay! It was time to say goodbye to a harrowing one year and welcome a new set of unfortunate sufferers into the PGP system - OM Shanti OM I thought. Soon it was birthday time at D21 and what do you know? A new hobby! And entertainment for all!
In a way, it is futile to distinguish between terms in the second year... it was one long extended holiday - a holiday where one could do whatever one wanted, no questions asked. Some typical instances
- CG Road? Fun Republic? Pani puri anyone?
- Can someone tell me the best places to visit in Timbuctoo ? I have a 5 day weekend
- Can someone share the latest episodes of Naruto/Scrubs/24/South Park? whatever!
- Acado, can assignment xxx/ IP report submission be postponed till after we
graduate pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase?
- Mid terms? What are they?
- Muggo facchon muggo! MANAC/OM/QM ka tempo high hai, facchon ki le li zig zag zig zag
- How many people are planning to take the CG exam tomorrow? :-)
As someone said, time is not measured in moments, but heartbeats. Going by that I have spent longer than my physcial lifetime here. My heart beats for you WIMWI - these are the experiences of a lifetime which are forever part of me as they are part of you. Now it is time to step out of your benevolent arms into the big bag world of corporate existence, but the lessons you taught me and the friends that you have given me will be there always to help me out and give me solace when I am down and give me humility when I reach hitherto unexplored heights...
Bye bye IIMA
Ranga
