The KIMOTHI

Photo: Anand Ramaswami

It suddenly struck me. Out of absolute nowhere. This blog deserves more ‘people’ pictures. People who make ISB what it is, without whom the campus would have been tad dull. So ladies and gentlemen, presenting… Mr Abhinav Kimothi…!

* Sleeps with lights on

* Digs shayaris

* Is terribly emotional about ‘Old Monk’

* Theatre aficionado

* Gets others drunk when he himself is high

* Loves his Section E to bits

* Makes awesome tea for his quadmates

And more importantly, the most jovial quadie I could have asked for.

And even more importantly, it’s his birthday today. Happy birthday dude.

Dunking abhi baaki hai! :)

Plzzz sirrrrrrrr

Class: DMOP

Professor:

I wanted to show you all this game, but we don't have too much time left since you guys asked too many questions. So we will just move ahead.

Class:

Nooooooohhhhhhhh….. pleaseeeeeee sirrrrrrr…… 5 minutes sirrrrrrrrr….. gameeeeeeee…… quickly quickly we will doooooo….. sirrrrrrrrr……

Ahem. And the average age of class is 27, they say…

Are YOU happy?

At ISB....Happiness is…

…decent food at Goel’s…

…hopping onto a friend’s bike and riding out of campus to have the tapri-waali chai…. at 4 in the morning…

….a really REALLY kickass lecture… (and thankfully, there are quite a few of them)

…knowing your grades are somewhere close to the mean…

…not having to make your bed every morning…

…peacocks shutting the fuck up… occasionally…

...being able to take time out for the Rec Center!

…doing taandav nritya on the 08 lounge before a fucked-up weekend…

…lecture with no marks for CP!

…cribbing together…crying together… sulking together…

Happiness is…

…being happy about being at ISB!

:)

CHAPTER TWO!

All Mumbaiites share a love-hate relationship with the city. However, when you go visit for a day, and the city welcomes you with the first showers of the season, the love part goes a wee bit up.

With all the grim and sweat, the rains washed term 1 away. Can’t believe term 1 is history... already.

Term 2 starts tomorrow. And when I came back today, I found…

The campus was quiter…

And prettier…

My fridge had become more …well…interesting..  (Thanks to Kimothi)

The skies were blue-er

And the sink was fuller!! Guys clean up!

PS: Pre-reads for tomorrow. Some 60 pages of some coca-cola thing. There we go..!!

PPS: Also in store this evening. Some alums are gonna give gyaan on how to escape (or rather lessen) the Term 2 violence. Wondering what CAN they say. Acche se padhai karna? That even my mom said.

MY GPA!!!!!!!!!!!

What happened? No new posts?
No new pictures?
Chilled out there? Nothing much happening?

For everyone who's been asking such questions:

Bottom line:
End term exams are here. And the campus looks like a zombie land. More importantly, I have stopped looking at myself in the mirror. I look so screwed!!!

Losing it..!

It’s insane… how ISB is percolating down to everything we do, or say. In fact, it’s scary. We have stopped thinking and talking how we once did. It’s like a mass metamorphosis in process.

Examples:

In class:

Student one: Shit man. I don’t want to be in the Dean’s list, but D shee nahi chahiye.

Student two: Haan yaar. Or else Dhak Dhak D ho jayega. Dhak Dhak D!

Student one: Fail ho gaya to? F aaya to?

Student two: Phir to bas… aska lakadi gala gala gala..!!

On the cricket ground:

Person who came in last got a chance to bat first. Hence, the comment:

He is so LIFO man! Last in, first out!

In the atrium:

Overheard: No yaar. I don’t wanna stand in the sun. I will stand in the shade. That’s where I get maximum utility!

During a seminar:

Someone makes an absurd statement. Guy sitting next to me passes on a chit. It reads:

CP!

I am telling you. We are officially going nuts!

Academic who?

On the face of it, it's such a BHARI name. ACADEMIC ASSOCIATES!

Imagine introducing yourself outside ISB. .."Hi! I am the AA of the ISB PGPM."

Whatte impression sirji! Whatte impression!