Those days

It seems just like a breeze,
That touched your face and left,
Days at ISB are like perfume;
The ether goes leaving the effect
Just the other day,
I subscribed to “isb-pgp” yahoo group to find,
Alumni answer questions swirling in my mind
The application and interviews followed,
Some reached salvation, others returned to ground zero.

With bubbling curiosity,
I entered the “Indian School of Business”
Passed the peacock crossing,
Found people of different types looking eager and fresh
The larger-than-life alums, their gyaan, and scares of huge work load
The scare by professor Ramachandran on “Honour Code”
Life started for 420 of us on a roller coaster ride
Our only solace - the counselors stayed nearby.

The strangers on the first day,
Assumed names as days went by…
Sections stuck together, six-member groups huddled
To solve cases - hours started to fly
Submission boxes were
“Suspicious and unwanted objects” lying around,
But authorities wouldn’t register
Any complaints on compassionate ground.
Late night parties were our saviors,
Where we danced/drunk the night away
Endless hours online, networking,
Speaker bhashans with a promise that it will pay

Soon we were throwing our caps in the air
Graduating Class of 2007 and families – ISB became a fair
Jobs sought, dreams made or the promise to fulfill
We were MBAs - What a feeling of thrill!
Now, we are alumni,
With a halo behind our head
Life @ ISB – what a journey we’ve made!