Well, placements were a blur. Companies came, saw and conquered. With our workload reduced somewhat, the parties picked up. Dinners outside became commonplace, as did weekend getaways to hill stations and beaches. The sportsman within each one began to manifest itself. Evenings were still about running. But now they were about running for badminton, cricket or football. Elections were held and we again got habituated to seeing exaggerated points in bullets, only this time on candidate manifestos. The weather had taken a turn for the better and we truly began to appreciate the pristine beauty of our campus. What was once just a pathway to class, began to be now used as lingering spots for gossip.
Before we knew it, the first year had ended. It was time to pack our bags for home and internship locations thereon. As we departed back to the world which we had longed for over the past year, we realised that we were not so eager to leave anymore. Our internships progressed and realisation dawned. We missed our dear old campus. We missed hanging around together. We missed the carefree lives that we led in a hectic yet forgiving environment.
Oh, the joy of returning to campus for our second year! The same spots, same friends and the same jokes. The campus seemed so homely and welcoming. I am now one term into my second year. Although I am not there yet, I begin to sense why alumni wax nostalgic about their MBA days. Why they seize every opportunity to get back here, in the middle of nowhere. Why they eagerly follow updates about the campus. Why they call it the best and worst days of their lives. 2 years of MBA in a business school takes getting used to. It is an acquired taste. I do not recall anybody who enjoyed it one bit in the first few weeks, even months. Today, I find it hard to think of anyone who does not dread the thought of leaving this haven in a few months. Home is where the heart is, I suppose...
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