"Riddle me this, Riddle me that
For those in the frame, the jigsaw is the Picture"
- Mr Polatic Ally Currect
(Photographs - courtesy Tanmaya and Jai)
IIM-ell.
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CR in Nirvana State
My Question - Who ate the samosas? |
What are we doing here? Where have we been? Where are we going? Where do we want to go? No, these are not the quintessential life defining questions normally associated with such phrases! Nothing philosophical! Just a statement of facts by minds numbed with back to back classes, quizzes, first term exams and blink and you miss it - weekends. Minds trying to figure out basic 'existential' questions like, what's the next class, what are the snacks being served with tea and what's the better deal(?) Non-veg at dinner or specials in the Night Mess/live counter.
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| Hells- Angels |
The haze has slowly lifted and the cold winters are almost behind us. The associated L&G are in the 'pink' of health and spirits. What emerged was fountains of knowledge and expeditionary activities. Untapped repositories like the course Mikipedia came to the fore. Bursting forth with unbridled energy. Ghaddafi shone with an aura of Valentine warmth. Nuclea regularly conducted extra classes (and the numbers of loyal disciples - including me, are steadily growing). Rock solid is steadily moving towards self-actualisation - 'Dhandapani' and quantum mechanics.
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LPP - OK the time taken to the mess is?
Time required at the Gym ? Night Mess menu schedule?
Long Weekends? Reboot - Damn Excel |
The Red baron is foraying into every credible job site. The Google - Naukri - LinkedIn continuum is passé. Punditji has been burning the midnight oil, Trump or no jump, god willing he will triumph. Jimnast and his band are strumming up the heat at Umang - He too has a growing fan following. The band of 'stummers-hummers-gymmers'. Prince Charming has either taken to undercover work or is too smooth to keep tabs off. Funnyman retreats into long spells of stoic silence - but you can't keep a joke down forever- he emerges momentarily. Bindas it yet to figure out which tag fits best - Gen X , Gen Y or (X+Y)/2. Say what - Maushi OK? Neo is levitating with a freshly shaven Halo!
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| We're sane by day |
The Orator is mind-speaking, now-a-days more and more in his mind. The cowboy has taken a Zen to Marketing Management! The Sadguru is using all Yardsticks to measure infinity. Yoda (was always in a state of bliss and) has found inner peace at home. The Ghost Rider has us blown away with the hum of his Harley. A major event that brought out the Suits was the Photo-session for the brochure. That's a touchy topic. (We're yet to touch it). So all the ladies and gents paraded in their finest across the green environs, with a harried photographer in tow, much to the amusement of all. It is rumored that the photographer is now, on a long pending sabbatical till July. A safe 15 day gap, in case after we leave, some decide to stay back.
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| The Smarts - The V3 |
IIM-Hell, this isn’t a moniker coined by me. It’s like a red badge of courage worn by all the students here. The allusion is to the intense academic focus. Biased I may be, but obviously it’s ‘NOT’ any reference to my beloved hometown Lucknow. Google it and zillions of articles on IIM-Hell will scroll from screen to screen. Filled with funny, poignant and emotionally charged outpourings. There are guys who have documented the entire two year journey. Many a bard and poet have walked these roads.
Like 'Chris Rea' sang - "I said, Mama. - I come to the valley of the rich. - Myself to sell. - She said, Son - This is the road - The Road to hell!"
No! I admit! I haven’t read most of the Blogs. But I guess that’s what loyal students write about. Here’s a sampling
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| Can you hear the Roar |
Tees and Hoodies emblazoned with the 'Hell' - logo - must adorn many a corporate space and gym. Soon I’ll be the proud owner of one. Already my backpack/laptop bag has been switched for one with a, more sedate, IIM L logo. Sorry, I mean Lappy Bag! Get in with the jargon, after all that’s what a B school is all about? Right!
Legend has it that the "Hell" tagline was the outcome of the bloodshed in the year of the Lord, when a when a score (or more, depending who is re-telling the tale) PGP students bit the bullet in a single year. Wow! That must have been some party. Of course few can actually pin-point the year, identify the students (for all y' know they maybe CEOs of some hot rod company) or identify the Prof with the golden sabre (he may well be on campus or the director of some institute of repute now). Beware (of) the Jabberwock! Beware (of) the Jubjub Bird my friends! They bite.
Forming, Storming, Norming, and Performing (?) I’ll be politically correct! Ergo, the latter we shall discount, as the Term One grade card is yet to explode. (Shhh! Some of grades are in) Yeah we're on the get set …… mode. We celebrated end of a Tsunami of –Jargon-Maths-What was it- Exams with a movie outing. The choice was Raees and Kabil (a brave few saw both back to back). How desperate can one get? For those that haven’t endured these movies,… (Ok Sorry! This is a politically correct blog, so I’ll limit the reviews to) Nawazuddin Siddiqui was rock solid, and I Hrithik Roshan is god-awesome on the dance floor..
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| Last minute revision |
So what were First Term exams like? Dunno! That's history! I do remember that 'Control-Tilda' spread the sheets of knowledge. Biology was 'pelsonally' pleasing. 'La' was Love. (yet to figure out the crux of the subject - something about a 'gurl' and 'buoy' in 'lowe'). We did manage to balance the Debits and Credits but the ratio's got rationed. Though the Micro was fun, no matter how much we 'Joomed'-in, Macro issues got inflated. Marketing - segmented, targeted and positioned us in shops selling things from Cooking Oil to Bullet Bikes to Washing powder - you name it. But the 'Cutest' random sample normalised our binomials.
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This much - Just this much
That's the probability |
I’m yet to ‘learn’ all the 'names' of all the professors (remember-politically correct me) so that’s a good space to be in. It is Term - II and I'm sure of a few things.The BC is jovial. (that’s not a cuss word) Marketing is rocketing along - Mach 100. Quantitatively – ‘is (it) clear’ (or not) and FM is not a radio channel. It’s the present value of things. There I go – Jargon again! I’m bang on track. Hey this is for my batchmates to understand and you the reader to get foxed and impressed. The former being preferable. Office Management (isn’t that what the acronym stands for?!?!) is on a fast paced pitch. Design has always been modern art – for the real aficionados to appreciate its organic vertical or mechanised horizontal . The voice of sanity, till the first quiz, is Maniac.
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| Guess my passion |
One thing that has been flourishing on campus is Car-o-bar. Interesting (that description tells a tale does't it?) small little shops around the mess hall have been life savers. From Guptaji to Yadav to Sonu the jovial Sardarji (god bless his Houdini like ability to untie the knots of impossibility - and appear Santa Claus like, with all items imaginable – water bottles, calculators, buckets – you name it). Mixed metaphors and similes? That goes with the (Jargon) territory. Nonetheless we reinforced our ranks, like the cowboys of yore. The magnificent seven have been on parade. The Goan, the educator and the monk, to name a few, have all been on liquid life support duties in the Carobar.
I’ll pen off now. Dementors on the prowl! Quiz Time! Till my next. Ciao.
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