Bubbling moments. PJs bandied about with competitive zeal, Mural (the wall mag on a real wall) coming alive with yesterday's headliners.
Mimicking the Profs.. The inter-IIM trophy won in the first year and lost subsequently. Chorus chants of Beatles numbers and limericks to fill the darkness when the KEB calls the tune. Late-night efforts to bring out printed IIMBIBEs (our magazine). Finding places of solace on MG and Brigade. And discovering the mysterious ways back to the hostel.
All this and a lot more were what those two years were all about. We will look back upon the memories of this unpremeditated past- we are bound to. The new growing campus may, on some distant or not-so-distant date, become the epitome of all that is best in the best possible of worlds, a meeting place for enlightened, avante-garde haute-management. Or it may degenerate into the stale nemesis of dreams relinquished, academic might-have-been.
Whatever happens, we will have the consolation that we started it all.
dash n' gunds (Names by which the two of us were known)
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