IMTagged With Bazinga – Sharun Sanel’s Take On IMT Ghaziabad The Big Bang Theory Style
My existence is a continuum, so I’ve been what I am at each point in the implied time period. Bye Bye, Oompa-Loompas of science, it’s time to manage resources with this esteemed MBA. I love the intricacies that come with intertwining myself with the complexities of the universe. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s an honour for me, Sheldon Cooper (Sharun Sanel) to be IMTagged.
I don’t currently have a scathing resort to check emails periodically as I grow dozy. I am going to fold like an energy-based proton in conformational space for this particular prerogative preposition of the college. Let’s get down to the math, it is only three-dimensional thinking that limits our imagination, however the tesseract (4th dimension) of time supersedes everything as it is scarcely available.
The marvels of the college architecture that leave you spellbound with its geometry of shapes and size that zigzag our vision.The geography of amphitheater that mirror the round table nature of group discussions, of plurality.The chemistry of the gender diverse college that has about one third female population is a rarity among MBA colleges. The Biology of Nature and greenery to imply the grass is always green on the other side of MBA.
“I’m polymerized tree sap and you’re an inorganic adhesive so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected back off of me, returning to its original trajectory, it adheres to you”. The cacophony of the turbulent surroundings of IMT reverberating my ear drums in a way that pertubate unequivocally.
The interstellar university of cosmic presence that ventures the progress of making contact with extraterrestrials that has developed life after the bon voyage of college (Alums). The Never Ending Zombie lifestyle of a werewolf that doesn’t sleep and gets a moon burn at night, as IMT (IMTime) that never sleeps -Bazinga!
Right now I’m having a rough time because there are many people in the college and it’s starting to feel like a discotheque and yet I use my superior intellect in a lot of competition as I realise “Doodh ka doodh aur pani ka pani”. I’m attempting to view my work as a fleeting peripheral image so as to engage the superior calculus of my brain, being a marketing maverick and financial forecaster.
I have difficulty navigating certain aspects of daily life which can be circumnavigated through the exposure of a mundane college life. You know, understanding sarcasm, feigning interest in others, It’s exhausting! I always say that when one door closes, another one opens. No it doesn’t. Not unless the two doors are connected by relays or there are motion sensors involved. On a philosophical note on the contrary, the windows of chance earmarks the proverbial umbilical chord of proximity towards the prophetical door of umpteen opportunity.
Looking out at fresh clean shaved young faces, I remember when I too was deciding my academic future as a post graduate student.However not at the undue duress of etiquette enforcers. Like the subordinate male protagonist in countless action movies who disappears halfway through the second reel, I have returned to save the day even though its perennially night in IMT. The Night of glee and warmth as I render.
“Soft kitty, warm kitty Little ball of fur
Happy kitty, sleepy kitty Purr, purr, purr” !!
P.S This Article based on “IMT recreated on a canvas of my favorite TV show” helped me win the “Whacky Wordsmith” award for exceptional creative writing skills in my College.