3 days to go...
As my previous post suggested, I was dozing off to sleep when I was woken up by the sounds of loud drums beating outside my room. I went to the window, half dressed, and good ol' council was waiting there, asking me to come down for celebrations.
Now, how could I refuse?
I walked with a large part of hostle 11 (most awakened by this racket) who walked together, past the football field, past nescafe, into the vast expanse of the Commercial plaza.
The first look at commercial plaza, A burst of colors. Colors everywhere, Bhaang (both the intoxicating and the childrens version), sweets, snacks, and of course, guys and girls deep in celebrations. Some people were so unrecognizable, that some almost got beaten up while being misunderstood for ruffians who wandered into the IIM campus.
The fountain in IIML, that famous fountain that works only for two weeks in a year, mysteriously the week of the convocation and the Manfest week, was an odd mix of pink and dark green. My first thought at looking at this strange color was, "Mera wala green!"
Most of this water was filled with members of the IIML community, a lot of them being children of faculty and staff of the institute. The guys seemed in a very savage mood, tearing at each others shirts, and throwing at others what remains of theirs.
Of course, within ten minutes, I found myself in the pool.
The faculty joined us in the celebrations, and we went around coloring them and wishing them a wonderful year ahead.
Seldom in life would we witness such amazing bonding within any community. Lets just hope we feel so strongly about each other even years after passing out. This community should make us proud, keep us together, and be the toast of the nation. Good luck guys.
Sale of the year: I will be selling off a Alcom Nostalgia T shirt, colored pink, blue, green and yellow. Only one copy available. $24.00 only. Hurry, offer valid only until t shirt washed.
Now, how could I refuse?
I walked with a large part of hostle 11 (most awakened by this racket) who walked together, past the football field, past nescafe, into the vast expanse of the Commercial plaza.
The first look at commercial plaza, A burst of colors. Colors everywhere, Bhaang (both the intoxicating and the childrens version), sweets, snacks, and of course, guys and girls deep in celebrations. Some people were so unrecognizable, that some almost got beaten up while being misunderstood for ruffians who wandered into the IIM campus.
The fountain in IIML, that famous fountain that works only for two weeks in a year, mysteriously the week of the convocation and the Manfest week, was an odd mix of pink and dark green. My first thought at looking at this strange color was, "Mera wala green!"
Most of this water was filled with members of the IIML community, a lot of them being children of faculty and staff of the institute. The guys seemed in a very savage mood, tearing at each others shirts, and throwing at others what remains of theirs.
Of course, within ten minutes, I found myself in the pool.
The faculty joined us in the celebrations, and we went around coloring them and wishing them a wonderful year ahead.
Seldom in life would we witness such amazing bonding within any community. Lets just hope we feel so strongly about each other even years after passing out. This community should make us proud, keep us together, and be the toast of the nation. Good luck guys.
Sale of the year: I will be selling off a Alcom Nostalgia T shirt, colored pink, blue, green and yellow. Only one copy available. $24.00 only. Hurry, offer valid only until t shirt washed.
posted at 10:30 AM
1 Comments:
makes me nostalgic..the entire blog actually, but this (and some other posts) strike closest. maybe coz i was H11er as well...and this makes me recall the walk past the football field, the nescafe into commercial plaza ..and of course the our pgp2 holi at the commercial plaza...
nice blog :)
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