Then it happened – orientation turned to fresher’s party turned to hectic schedules turned to wild birthday bashes in the cafeteria and I saw all my premonitions falling apart. “I do a bit of stand-up comedy” – I confided in my roommate. That conversation snowballed into a mutual spillage of some heavy beans. I sat on my bed as she laughed at my unintentional mistakes in Hindi, wondering how this woman who was such an obvious ‘fit’ for the MBA life – a supposed cutthroat witch – was here reading through my set of tinder jokes.
The professors urged us to raise questions and made no demeaning remarks whatsoever. There was an attempt to connect from their side which took me by surprise. One day, our operations professor got mad at us for not knowing a particular data from a case study. Everyone started flipping pages in a frenzy to find this number and a few seconds later, the prof broke into a chuckle as he admitted that the demanded data doesn’t exist at all.
There’s a sense of belonging that I feel with the people here. Something that I really did not anticipate. The batch size is small, so we all are constantly in touch. To the point that we even know each other's schedules and weekend plans. And no matter what issues we might run into, there’s always someone around to help - because no one is a stranger. And I don’t know if Mumbai really is the ideal melting pot of cultures but IIM Indore Mumbai definitely is.
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