Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same. Going back to the college days is always fun - an opportunity to know what my batch mates or my seniors are doing now, and a chance to relive those memorable days together - a prospect to catch up with all buddies.
This is what Footprints 09 had in store for me, and all other alumni of IIM Indore.
October 1 evening: Though Footprints was scheduled from October 2–4, 2009, I and Asoka reached the campus the previous evening itself. The place was all buzzed up with the preparations for Indore Marathon happening the next day. It made us go back to the same day last year, when we slogged our asses out for organising the Marathon. Of course, we had lesser resources and more work to do that time. I and Asoka decided on going for a night-out at the marathon venue, as we did last year. So we packed our bags, and were all set to get into the bus, when suddenly laziness surmounted us, and we decided to watch a movie and take a nice nap.
October 2: The juniors were exhausted with the amount of work they put in for the marathon. And most alumni were going to arrive on 2nd itself, but Charkha was there early in the morning. So with a kind thought of utilising the time, we went to watch “Wake up Sid” with some more friends of mine. No doubt had a good time, but what was waiting for us back at the campus were floods of abuses and curses by the friends who were shouting like anything that why couldn’t we wait for them to go to the movie. Alas! All we could do was ‘hear and nod’. The day passed chitchatting and gossiping, pulling each other's legs.
As usual, the night life at the campus was remarkable. Counter Strike and cricket – what more did we need to mark an end to the first day of footprints. Back to the hostel with serene environment, surely was amazing. And to add to our joys, the weather showed a turnaround from scorching heat to pleasant breeze with drizzles.
October 3: It was the institute’s Founders’ Day, but no one bothered to go and listen to the exorbitantly intellectual talks by some eminent people in the morning. In the evening, we did go for the formal inauguration of Footprints, which as usual started at IST. But it was compensated by our diro, Prof. Ravichandran, who did us completely with his witty but thought provoking talk. The developments happening in our alma mater and the diro’s vision for future, truly made us feel proud.
I don’t know who suggested organising ‘Gandharva’ music late in the evening when a sumptuous dinner was laid out for us in the lawn. So as obvious, most of us preferred eating over listening to the music which wasn’t our taste. Relishing the food from ‘Sayaji’ has been something which we had been doing for the two years at campus. What followed was an awesome play “Breaking News” by Idanim, which acted as a cherry on the top of the pudding.
And eventually, the most awaited dealing for all the alumni as well as the participants. The famed melting pot and D-block basketball court of IIM Indore, which has been witness to many a students and events across years, was the venue of the informal party organised by the juniors (call it ‘DJ with Drinks’). Varied tones, from hard rock to Punjabi songs, kept everyone’s legs moving. The booze did the rest. The party went on till early morning, with Apoorva and Thagela being amongst the last to leave the dance floor.
October 4: After the sort of party that went on the previous night, one should not expect to see early risers. So it was the Alumni-com who went banging on doors to wake us up and get us to the mess for Brunch with faculty. Reluctantly, we all started filling the mess, with a lesser inclination to meet the faculty, but more interested in the food.
The mega-reunion came to an end on October 4th itself, with the reaffirmation of the clichéd saying, “I came I saw I conquered”.
IIM Indore still generates a strong affinity amongst its alumni, this was reflected in the number of alumni who willingly invested their time to attend the meet, coming from all over the country. As expected, the maximum junta was from the batch of 2009, i.e. my batch. But whosoever turned up, would surely have had a gala time.
This is what Footprints 09 had in store for me, and all other alumni of IIM Indore.
October 1 evening: Though Footprints was scheduled from October 2–4, 2009, I and Asoka reached the campus the previous evening itself. The place was all buzzed up with the preparations for Indore Marathon happening the next day. It made us go back to the same day last year, when we slogged our asses out for organising the Marathon. Of course, we had lesser resources and more work to do that time. I and Asoka decided on going for a night-out at the marathon venue, as we did last year. So we packed our bags, and were all set to get into the bus, when suddenly laziness surmounted us, and we decided to watch a movie and take a nice nap.
October 2: The juniors were exhausted with the amount of work they put in for the marathon. And most alumni were going to arrive on 2nd itself, but Charkha was there early in the morning. So with a kind thought of utilising the time, we went to watch “Wake up Sid” with some more friends of mine. No doubt had a good time, but what was waiting for us back at the campus were floods of abuses and curses by the friends who were shouting like anything that why couldn’t we wait for them to go to the movie. Alas! All we could do was ‘hear and nod’. The day passed chitchatting and gossiping, pulling each other's legs.
As usual, the night life at the campus was remarkable. Counter Strike and cricket – what more did we need to mark an end to the first day of footprints. Back to the hostel with serene environment, surely was amazing. And to add to our joys, the weather showed a turnaround from scorching heat to pleasant breeze with drizzles.
October 3: It was the institute’s Founders’ Day, but no one bothered to go and listen to the exorbitantly intellectual talks by some eminent people in the morning. In the evening, we did go for the formal inauguration of Footprints, which as usual started at IST. But it was compensated by our diro, Prof. Ravichandran, who did us completely with his witty but thought provoking talk. The developments happening in our alma mater and the diro’s vision for future, truly made us feel proud.
I don’t know who suggested organising ‘Gandharva’ music late in the evening when a sumptuous dinner was laid out for us in the lawn. So as obvious, most of us preferred eating over listening to the music which wasn’t our taste. Relishing the food from ‘Sayaji’ has been something which we had been doing for the two years at campus. What followed was an awesome play “Breaking News” by Idanim, which acted as a cherry on the top of the pudding.
And eventually, the most awaited dealing for all the alumni as well as the participants. The famed melting pot and D-block basketball court of IIM Indore, which has been witness to many a students and events across years, was the venue of the informal party organised by the juniors (call it ‘DJ with Drinks’). Varied tones, from hard rock to Punjabi songs, kept everyone’s legs moving. The booze did the rest. The party went on till early morning, with Apoorva and Thagela being amongst the last to leave the dance floor.
October 4: After the sort of party that went on the previous night, one should not expect to see early risers. So it was the Alumni-com who went banging on doors to wake us up and get us to the mess for Brunch with faculty. Reluctantly, we all started filling the mess, with a lesser inclination to meet the faculty, but more interested in the food.
The mega-reunion came to an end on October 4th itself, with the reaffirmation of the clichéd saying, “I came I saw I conquered”.
IIM Indore still generates a strong affinity amongst its alumni, this was reflected in the number of alumni who willingly invested their time to attend the meet, coming from all over the country. As expected, the maximum junta was from the batch of 2009, i.e. my batch. But whosoever turned up, would surely have had a gala time.
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