Of late, due to work, I have had to stay awake for nights together to get things done. But it wasn’t (hasn’t been) tiring. In fact, I’ve been loving it, burning the late night oil, relishing the calm of the night. It’s a great time to work; or do anything for that matter.
This whole thing made me recollect/relive my days in IIM Shillong, where the day (for many of us) started after dinner. It was a great feeling, working with friends, bonding over business cases or a cup of room-made tea. In fact in the last term when things were light, more often than not, we hit the bed only after breaking fast in the Nongthymmai Poori shop which used to open at 6 am.
This pic was taken on the night before our presentation to Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, who was a visiting Professor at our Institute.
Those were the days
I cannot forget those moments (20 odd minutes) when we were presenting to Dr. APJ. Great feeling. 83 then, he was still as curious as a front bencher in School, taking notes eagerly. That thirst to learn had never faded.
Those were the days.
I recently got an opportunity to visit Shillong; small but memorable trip it was. The feeling of entering that campus (IIM Shillong Campus) again after 19 months, cannot be explained in words.
Remember that strange but beautiful feeling you have on the build-up to going “home”? I had that feeling on the Guwahati-Shillong highway. The road has changed a lot. It takes just 2 hours now to reach Shillong from Guwahati; used to take at least 3.5 hours back then.
Five minutes into the campus, my colleague from Office asked me, “How are you even staying in Gurgaon, after staying here for two years?!?!?!”
She had a fair point. But, life has to move on. Memories last forever.
Some pictures from within the campus and from Shillong:
The main building, during Sunrise!
Lawn area, within campus
Sit-out within campus
View of Barapani (or Umiam Lake)
Chota boat in Barapani
The last time I blogged about life at IIM Shillong, Sachin wasn’t yet a “former Indian cricketer”, Nelson Mandela was still alive, Delhi was still being ruled by Sheila Dikshit and I was still 22 years old.
It’s not going to be easy to document the happenings of the past few months in a single blog post; so I’ll split it over three or four posts.
I’ve heard from people that Durga Pooja is celebrated in a big way in the eastern part of our country. I experienced it for the first time this year, thanks to my Bong friend Anupam who was gracious enough to take us on a “Pandal Hopping” trip around Police Bazaar, Shillong. From Pandal to Pandal we hopped, till our legs were tired and stomachs began to rumble. It was an evening well spent in a festive atmosphere with happy faces around.
November was the month of birthdays. Starting with my own, there were at least a dozen birthday guys and girls last month! From the celebrations in the quadrangle to the small parties in the hostel rooms, birthdays have always been special.
Night Canteen is open!
The winter season is truly on here, with mercury plunging as low as 0 degrees during the night (I know it goes to minus 25 degrees in some parts of the world, but trust me, 0 feels cold too). With subzero temperatures and cold wind blowing on your face, the long walk to the night canteen near the auditorium, to have a cup of hot coffee (or a glass of cold Thums Up) is more like a ritual of sorts. Thanks to the efforts of HosComm, the canteen is open from 12 to 2 am on a regular basis, unlike in first year when it was erratic.
Kohli, a flat-track bully? Says who?
It was a century with class written all over it, from Virat Kohli. Whereas Dhawan and Rohit poked at deliveries that had nothing to do with them, this man stood his ground, choosing wisely, which ones to attack and which ones to leave alone. Talks volumes about how he’s grown as a cricketer. I thought India played with 12 men today, including Imran Tahir, who was offering ladoos to the Indian batsmen.