The News

“Look for it on the news” was first thing I got when I decide to fix my greying cells into the big world of IIM’s (to be specific IIM Indore) for next two years, I mean nobody knew there was a IIM (for some IAM) in Indore, some offered to help this distressed soul and get an admission in ASDM, RUBM, IEM, IIBM etc. don’t ask me what those things mean, I know the last word must be management… well I presume. Man!! A isolated hill-top with a few hundred nerds, making out with balance sheets and crazy management theories which makes no sense to me. Fortunately I can write a different story now, good news for me. The comfortable new place, where all the little craziness that fit comfortably into my world.
Now remembering those initial days of “i” (yeah! We must have this I everywhere) I seriously laugh at myself, but it must be obvious for a kid new in the block. For the past 1 year, i have been living in the state of luxury (here I don’t have to clean my room, they got these nice n kind being called “housekeeping staffs” to do it for me…), man!!! My mom even makes me clean my room at home.

Probably the best you get here is the steady flow of music… different genres n languages. I am happened to be blessed with kind souls who make sure I develop the uncanny taste for multi-lingual music. Just imagine my growth chart of development in taste of music, with neighbours playing robust Punjabi to bhajans to Pink-Floyd to Mallu songs to Bethoveen n MS Subhalaxmi (all playing simultaneously)… well don’t take me as free rider here, I regularly contribute to this ritual of learning with my not so Favourite bong song and heavy dose of Nirvana at NIGHT!!!!! (turn the music at max, lock your room from outside n go for a walk … trust me for next few days you can easily say goodbye to sleep from your life)

Or may the mess at late night, which is the something of a pilgrimage for most of us. I consider myself as a live example of great mess food!! Actually I am considering suggesting a new name for it like “soul-food” or “God Kitchen”. And why not? Just imagine a guy with a waist size of 28 inches is now having almost 32 inches sexy belly. Now another question, how mess food can be so good? May be a detail schedule of my eating habits can explain a few things
Breakfast @ 9:20am
Lunch @ 1:40 pm
Evening snacks @ 5:00 pm
Dinner @ 9:00 pm

Now the best part… post 11:30 pm its food fest for me with fried eggs to sandwiches to Maggie to stuff parathas and the grand finale… world’s best double egg-double cheese parathas. By the way I must mention about the countless packs of chips and bottles of cola along with cigarettes (that’s very specific to myself) that keeps me alive.

Right now, like my mom you must be wondering what actually I am doing here? I would say having fun while learning a lot and in the process getting a degree. This place is actually more than an institute giving you a PGDM or MBA or god damm!! Whatever. Here its not about getting in and going out with a filthy fat pay check. Here you learn that invisible thing called ‘life’, learn to share your last cigarette with five others at 4 o’clock in the morning or live a life in 24x7 mode (please read here we are living our life, not just surviving it), you learn to adapt to situations n then make it adapt to yourself.

Sometimes during my late night walks I wonder, what I will do after I leave this place and its people. And I remember one of my seniors words “ Dude!!! It’s about the experience called ‘i-life’ you get here, you blink and you miss it!”

Now after a year I can say I am glad, I crashed here at planet-i.