Tuesday, January 3, 2012

And there it begins...



Jan 3, 2012.
Some kill-joy on campus brought to everyone's notice that there are less than 100 days to go for graduation, post which we shall be solemnly kicked out. Less than 100 days. I don't think I can explain what it felt like.

The discomfort reminded me of a term that I once knew but had forgotten. 'Shenpa'.

What is Shenpa? It's this: http://www.shambhala.org/teachers/pema/shenpa3a.php

In simple words: it's attachment, urge, stickiness to anything. And apparently, the way to deal with it is to experience it in entirety, allow yourself to grieve for the loss, and then try and move on.

That's precisely what I will now be doing in the coming three months. Saying Goodbye. Why so early? Because I know that three months hence, when I will find myself on the gate with my back facing the campus, it's gonna hit me. And hit me real bad. It's hitting me as I write this post. It won't be easy. Which is why I will break it down. Conquer the monster in small bits and pieces.

No, I won't go around sulking, but yes, I will be a lot more attentive to things I so took for granted. I will try and have a lot more fun, but each day, I am going to pack a little bit, and allow myself to feel that pinch. Just a little bit. So that, on the last day, I can accept the exit as graciously as I accepted the entry.

I can see things changing :) 

Friday, September 30, 2011

Time...


It doesn’t work like this, dear ISB. At least not in the world I live in. Things don’t always go so fast. They just don’t. I don’t know about others, but that anxiety of entering your gates for the first time is still fresh somewhere within. And yet, we are half way through the course, the entire journey. How!?
Apologies for not having paid attention (not that you gave me any time for that), but are we seriously half way through? For heaven’s sake, I haven’t even seen the building properly. And no, glancing at it when running late for a lecture doesn’t count. I need more time, dear ISB. I really do.
I want a few days when I could just sit and watch. Watch the atrium, lie down undisturbed at the 08 lounge, rummage through the sheer variety of books in the LRC, take some pictures, no, take lots of pictures. I need time to sit and soak you in. I need time to observe. How many steps are there to the atrium? I don’t know. How do the bricks feel like? I don’t know! How many kinds of plants are there in my backyard? I don’t know.
But yes, I would want to know. I want to know things to remember you by. You are my first home away from home, dear ISB, and it breaks my heart to know that very soon, before I realize, I would have to leave you. Yes, I will be an alum, I will be always welcome, etc etc. But it’s not the same, and you know that.
Laughing, bawling, jumping, you showed me life I never knew existed. You showed me things I could do, but wasn’t aware of. You opened up a window, and showed me a world where anything is possible. Yes, anything. You taught me the difference between being idealistic and pragmatic. I thought I knew a lot, but you gave me humility that will last a lifetime.
There’s so much you have done, in such a short time. But then, won’t you give me just a little more time? Please?

Friday, September 9, 2011

Life, with a touch of LIME

Cause at ISB, we still scrape the bottom of our time barrel to participate in B-plan competitions.
And yes, the experience is so worth every ounce of effort spent.

No, we didn’t win this one, but still.

All the best Three Marketeers. Make us proud. :)

Until then, we relive our own quirky moments….

When we (tried to) flirt



When we posed effortlessly…




When we prayed with all our might…




And checked out the latest…




Threw in some drama that scared off quadies..




And took to the board…




And finally…, we put it all together!!


Saturday, August 13, 2011

Bhag Bhag..!

When Managerial Accoutning, Corporate Finance, Operations and Entrepreneurship, ELP, Case Study competitions, college events and parties gang up, what do you do?


BHAG BHAG..!!!

PS: Only one more week to go before Term 3 ends.
At the rate at which things are going, I might still feel like a newbie in ISB on my graduation day!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

SMS scandal




If you wish to tell someone about your life, just give him your phone. Cause your SMS inbox will probably reveal much more than you ever will. At least my phone does. Here’s what the inbox messages say, about life, at ISB:
“K. Cool. Going to 08?”
“Not coming to class. Pick up notes for me and tell ******* I am not well ;)”
 “I am assuming you are in the loo or something.”
“Dude your keys are in the go green bag hanging on the clothes hanger”
“Don’t worry…”
“Quiz hai ya nahi?”
“Awake?”
“Did he say masterbated?”
“In Goel”
“Guys the party is nice. Come over”
“Does she know you already have me”
“In my quad”
And then, there are more gems. What does your inbox say? About life at ISB?

Sunday, July 31, 2011

True Story...

The most powerful way to inspire someone is to tell him a story... a real story...
Similar to what I heard... here... at ISB....








The woman: Shaheen Mistri, Founder and CEO, Teach For India

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Who moved my class?

Prof *facing the whiteboard*
Blah blah… blah blah blah… bleh blah bleh… bleh bleh blah blah….
Blah blah bleh… bleh blah… blah blah…
*Turns around. Finds class empty*
Prof: Oh c’mon guys! It wasn’t THAT boring..!!