Memories from the golden years of my life (11)

It was day 2 of our classes. The first day had been good. We had studied MANAC, BIO and COM which stand for Management Accounting, Behaviour in Organizations and Communication in Management respectively. We had Rashmi mam as our MANAC teacher. She appeared to be extremely strict. Deb Chat (Debashish Chatterjee), who is apparently amongst top 15 thinkers of Harvard University took BIO. He was an extremely “Global” person. Said anything and everything most of which meant nothing to me. But I liked using his language … and many a times Manish had to bear the brunt of this :) Raina, who took COM, was really a character. My seniors had advised us (and no, I did not believe that) that we should never go to his class after shaving our beard (and being a so called chickna) and all as he was thought to make unwanted advances towards some …. Anyways, that apart, he was an extremely boring teacher. Communication is a very practical subject and he had made it completely theoretical by drawing those charts in which words which mean nothing emerge as stems from other words which also meant nothing. Those trees, stems 7 Cs and 5 Ss were his favourite. God! Once I had slept in his class. I just could not help it. He was going on explaining those 7Cs and I had had very little sleep the night before due to some assignment. And the he caught me! Immediately I started looking busy ……but he said “You are not quite there with us”. And I was so embarrassed that I had to go out to wash my face!!!

Anyways back to day 2. Rashmi madam announced that we will have a quiz today! On second day of the college … a quiz! And that too of accounts. She had even made different sets for people sitting adjacent to others!. That was my first quiz at IIML. And the next day I was a proud owner of 4 marks out of a quiz of 5 marks. Clearly this was not the best but I had done a lot better than many others. CAs had outperformed and Anil Agarwal ( a dark fellow from Calcutta) was being hailed as the topper already !!!

Memories from the golden years of my life (10)

From now on my blogs are going to be about one off incidents @ helL. Basically I realized that if I continue giving a day to day account, I will die before I complete the story … and this is a story that needs to be told … maybe to myself … when the days would no longer be so good. I would need something to remind me then … that once I had the time of my life … I would need to be reminded of the memories from the golden years of my life ….

The inductions were over … all that presentation and that paper were a hoax! A small prank played by our seniors on us. We were supposed to start classes tomorrow. And the books were supposed to be given to us today. I carried the flimsy bag to the section from where we were supposed to get books. I had got two of these flimsy bags that mummy had given me. They were very cool looking. One was green and the other was blue. To my horror I found out that we were being given a huge pile of books. I was cursing them that why are they giving us books for the entire year. Can't they give it termwise? But to my utter surprise, I found that these 15-16 books that we were being given were only for term one. Some of them were as heavy as 2 kgs (Remember book on LP Manish?) The books were of two types: textbooks and compilation of notes, cases and other material called polycopies. Somehow I pushed all polycopies in my bag and then carried all the text books in my hand. I bet the weight was more than 15 kgs! And then the inevitable happened. Midway that bag was no more!. How I managed to carry those books to my hostel, only I know. :-)

I am missing hostel terribly today. Why are some things like ... gone forever?