The journey has almost come to an end. Infact my entire college life is almost done now and I am restepping into the corporate world, a world I had temporarily left when I had decided to join IRMA.
But even in college life it was journey of IRMA that would be most by far the most memorable one. I remember my last day at graduation and I was not at all nostalgic. For me and for that matter for most of us atleast in my group it was just another day. I suppose hostel life which I experienced for the first time here in IRMA has its own charms and bonding you develop here are stronger than the ones you develop when you are just a day scholar. Apart from that all of us knew that our student life had still not come to an end as we all were planning to do MBA at some point of time.
These days are really strange, the entire campus is empty, I have all the time in the world with no assignments to complete and a superb collection of movies at my disposal. But I am unable to devour these movies, thinking about the good old times. The same times which seem like hell to me just a few months back now seem like best days of my life.
I remember the first term by far the most dreaded term. I remember having been warned by one acquaintance who also happened to be an alumnus of the same institute to study hard or be prepared to come back to Mumbai. Having already tasted failure in graduation I took his warning seriously and worried like hell during the entire term. I never studied though as harder I tried to concentrate farther my mind drifted into fantasies. Ultimately I did manage to pass somehow and realized finally that studies were just not my cup of tea. I was always under the illusion that studies was a piece of cake and it all required was some concentrated effort, something which I can always put in if I wished to do so. It is only in IRMA that my illusion was broken and I realized that concentrated and consistent efforts were not my cup of tea. (to be continued)
