I forcefully opened my eyes to switch off the alarm. The digital clock in my mobile struck 8:52 am. I had overslept and now had to make it to a 9 am lecture, and rather quickly. Then began that listless (no breakfast, no water) race against time. You then curse the random lottery that gave you the room farthest from the learning centre classrooms.
“The long run puts the tiger in the cat” - Bill Squires After making a stupendous run through a rigorous selection process, June mein hum Joka aye. As is always the case, this wasn’t the end. After a week, life at IIMC had gone into full swing. As has been aptly said, IIMC fondly called Joka, is not just a place – it’s an experience. There was a scurry by Jokars to have a piece of this ‘pie’. People were running all over the campus, buoyant with the ‘Joka spirit’. Amidst all this, Armageddon – The Adventure Club of IIM Calcutta conducted its Induction Run. It is conducted every year for the first year students as a preliminary round of its selection process. And run here we did. After a day of hectic 'activities', Fachaas turned up in drones to participate in this refreshing, albeit challenging event. We chose to run the day, after the day had run on us. Even though the rain god had tried to play spoilsport, Armageddon team had come fully ready. The event started without any glitches. Team Armageddon constantly kept the runners motivated and also energized by providing glucose water at different points throughout the track. Tim Noakes has aptly said “Body argues that there is no reason to continue. The only recourse is to call on the spirit, which fortunately functions independent of spirit”. This was pretty evident during the run. Participants pushed their limit, displaying tenacity in strength and fortitude in spirit. After everyone had done the requisite rounds, there was a flurry of chatter among participants. Few participants had stuck together as a band and made the rounds, each being there in others time of distress. This was felicitous of the Joka tribe and its culture. After resting the aching muscles, it was time for the ceremonial group pic. Everyone cluttered together, with beaming faces; forgetting the recent adversity. While a few held the Induction run banner, quite a few others held out their fingers signaling victory, thumbs up. It was time to disperse and indulge in other experiences. A gem of an experience had been added to the jar of life.
00:00 Exhilaration at having met yet another 11:59:59 PM "sacrosanct" submission deadline (even if it was by a minute or a few seconds only)
'Hello. I am calling from IIM Indore. We would like to know if you are interested to join the PGP course. Please reply to the mail we sent you.'
I was boarding a bus to Goa on the night of April 30th 2015, when I received a seat confirmation for IIM Indore. The next three days were a roller coaster ride, and so was my first year as a PGP student.
If you prayed for guidance from every B-School topper that ever was, the answer would be this. If you listened to the whispering trees in the hallowed portals of our premier institutions, they would tell you this.If there was a daily chant you muttered to get through your gruelling two years, it would be this.
Straight out of an undergraduate institute, a fresh graduate lands at Bengaluru International Airport at around 4.30 PM in the evening. With high hopes and anticipation he boards the bus to Bannerghatta Road. It took more time to reach the IIM Bangalore campus than flying from his home town to Bangalore. This is how he gets a first hand experience of Bangalore traffic.
It’s an almost warm, rainy day in July. The newly selected PGP Batch has just about arrived on campus. The experience begins even before one can actually reach the campus gate. As you move from Indore city, towards Rau on the outskirts, the transition is seamless. Soon, you’re on the straight road that runs from Rau to Pithampur. Ahead in the distance, out on the left, you see a white dome perched atop a small hill; there are a couple of minaret-shaped structures at the base of the hill and an almost circular, reddish-orange building close to the white dome.
I forcefully opened my eyes to switch off the alarm. The digital clock in my mobile struck 8:52 am. I had overslept and now had to make it to a 9 am lecture, and rather quickly. Then began that listless (no breakfast, no water) race against time. You then curse the random lottery that gave you the room farthest from the learning centre classrooms.
“The long run puts the tiger in the cat” - Bill Squires After making a stupendous run through a rigorous selection process, June mein hum Joka aye. As is always the case, this wasn’t the end. After a week, life at IIMC had gone into full swing. As has been aptly said, IIMC fondly called Joka, is not just a place – it’s an experience. There was a scurry by Jokars to have a piece of this ‘pie’. People were running all over the campus, buoyant with the ‘Joka spirit’. Amidst all this, Armageddon – The Adventure Club of IIM Calcutta conducted its Induction Run. It is conducted every year for the first year students as a preliminary round of its selection process. And run here we did. After a day of hectic 'activities', Fachaas turned up in drones to participate in this refreshing, albeit challenging event. We chose to run the day, after the day had run on us. Even though the rain god had tried to play spoilsport, Armageddon team had come fully ready. The event started without any glitches. Team Armageddon constantly kept the runners motivated and also energized by providing glucose water at different points throughout the track. Tim Noakes has aptly said “Body argues that there is no reason to continue. The only recourse is to call on the spirit, which fortunately functions independent of spirit”. This was pretty evident during the run. Participants pushed their limit, displaying tenacity in strength and fortitude in spirit. After everyone had done the requisite rounds, there was a flurry of chatter among participants. Few participants had stuck together as a band and made the rounds, each being there in others time of distress. This was felicitous of the Joka tribe and its culture. After resting the aching muscles, it was time for the ceremonial group pic. Everyone cluttered together, with beaming faces; forgetting the recent adversity. While a few held the Induction run banner, quite a few others held out their fingers signaling victory, thumbs up. It was time to disperse and indulge in other experiences. A gem of an experience had been added to the jar of life.
00:00 Exhilaration at having met yet another 11:59:59 PM "sacrosanct" submission deadline (even if it was by a minute or a few seconds only)
'Hello. I am calling from IIM Indore. We would like to know if you are interested to join the PGP course. Please reply to the mail we sent you.'
I was boarding a bus to Goa on the night of April 30th 2015, when I received a seat confirmation for IIM Indore. The next three days were a roller coaster ride, and so was my first year as a PGP student.
If you prayed for guidance from every B-School topper that ever was, the answer would be this. If you listened to the whispering trees in the hallowed portals of our premier institutions, they would tell you this.If there was a daily chant you muttered to get through your gruelling two years, it would be this.
Straight out of an undergraduate institute, a fresh graduate lands at Bengaluru International Airport at around 4.30 PM in the evening. With high hopes and anticipation he boards the bus to Bannerghatta Road. It took more time to reach the IIM Bangalore campus than flying from his home town to Bangalore. This is how he gets a first hand experience of Bangalore traffic.
It’s an almost warm, rainy day in July. The newly selected PGP Batch has just about arrived on campus. The experience begins even before one can actually reach the campus gate. As you move from Indore city, towards Rau on the outskirts, the transition is seamless. Soon, you’re on the straight road that runs from Rau to Pithampur. Ahead in the distance, out on the left, you see a white dome perched atop a small hill; there are a couple of minaret-shaped structures at the base of the hill and an almost circular, reddish-orange building close to the white dome.
