Of Clubs, Committees And Commotion – POR Hunt At B-Schools!
I peer through the window at the pitch-black night. It has started to drizzle, and the city far away has retired for the day. The clock strikes 12 and the campus begins its hustle. I smile to myself, overcome with nostalgia, looking at the new batch, running up and down the stairs, for the hunt has begun. It’s now or never, when it comes to those three letters – POR.







