The glass mellows, filters, numbs the intensity of the noon sun. Any sounds extrinsic to the coach face a no-entry as they try to board. The temperature is artificial as might be many things inside. It feels insulated. It is insulated, reinforced insulation. The wheels turn fast, kissing the tracks, holding on to them. I move homeward.
As the sounds die and the sights vaporize, the reflections start. A term is over. A short term as defined by time. Twelve weeks. A long term, if the added factor of it being the first term at a B-school like IIML is considered. A lot has happened and will continue happening, the details of which I will capture better in another spick and span new blog. As for the B-school, suffice to say, they make sure you are sure you look good even though you don’t have time to check your condition in the mirror.
Night-outs were a culture in engineering too. But the sole basis of being an owl was simply missing out on studies for six months in the hope of the one night. But you always had the option of sleeping. A B-school however screams blasphemy if it finds any student indulging in the pleasures of slumber. Any time spent in salutions to the Goddess of Sleep only seems to imply that you have no other work to do. When most nights are night-outs you don’t call them night-outs any more. It slowly peels off any layers of innocence and tolerance extant on the soul of an incoming fresher.
As I mulled on the jargonized common sense presented by organizational behaviour, my as yet untrained mind tried to comprehend the convolutions of the legal language. The joys of accounting and the intricacies of Quantitative Analysis conspired as they waited in ambush while CGI was getting impatient, waiting for its chance to overwhelm in conjunction with OM.
As days passed, the number of projects I have worked on till date saw a 200% increase. From gender inequalities at the workplace to the economics of the telecommunications industry, from documenting the process improvements at Gortrac to demystifying the financial statements of Classic Diamonds, everything worked together burdening my proportionately tiny intellect.
In retrospect, I can say that life till now has been action-packed and will continue to be so for the near future. It starts like a gentle breeze, slapping you on the wrists. Slowly, by the degrees, it turns into a mini-tornado engulfing you and tossing you around and leaving you pretty dumbstruck, whenever you are given a chance to peek out that is, that you have actually managed surviving till now.
You can read about life at a B-school, you can wonder about it, you can perhaps even analyze it to tiny details, but as they say you ain’t knowing it till you actually experience it!
3 comments:
Life as a researcher still continues easy :)
It was a delight to read your post.
Well, what can I say ... by the end of 1st term, I became Teddy in the campus. I had lot of friends but none very close. 1st term was as impactful on my perspectives as it might have been to you ... Let's drink to it and hope in a few days we sit down with some drinks and discuss it... Hope u drink if not smoke ... :)
a typo there--> "salutions" to the Goddess of sleep.
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