Back after a looooooooooong hiatus….er…….self-inflicted ban..er…….laziness on my part. Whatever you want to call it. They say life at Bskool is tough, tiring etc etc. But believe me you have no inkling what’s in store for you. Its been a month since I got back after the term break, a lot has happened at “the Eagle’s nest” (aka the Sanquelim campus) in between . Let’s go in reverse order……bole to flashback………….
Its mid-august, it’s raining as if the gods have decided to flush out the entire earth from the galaxy. You are sitting in your room, contemplating, whether you should start studying for midterms or finish the HIMYM series first. You weigh in your options and you decide Barney’s man (read women) management skills are more important than reading about what Pavlov did with/to his dog or what the hell a Chinese man along with a French woman was doing in a “Blue Ocean”. So, you watch merrily, till your eyes start abusing you. You sleep at 4 am, wake up at 8:30 am, swipe attendance at 8:45 am, grab the last bench and start waiting for the executioner…er….I mean professor. You are sitting, your eyes as big as an owl, staring intensely towards the Prof, nodding at fixed intervals. Suddenly the whole class is quiet, you are still nodding your head, u hear a faint noise “What is the example of stealth positioning?” what do you do? You nod. The person sitting next to you kicks you” Dude, he’s asking you a question, why the hell are you nodding?” Suddenly the outline of the classroom becomes clearer. You mutter something……… The Prof cracks some joke about students sleeping in the class, You are still sleeping…………you curse him in your sleep and promise yourself next time am gonna show him.
Enough of my blabbering, moving on to September, it’s still raining….even more heavily…..every now and then you get mails of lost umbrellas, slippers and what not. September is the end term month; you scamper around, submissions, presentations, book reviews, quizzes. It’s the “all hell loose” month. Sleep deprived, you hit the local bar with vengeance a week before the end terms. The next morning you promise yourself two things: a) next seven days m gonna study like anything b) m not drinking again. You look at the exam time table, two exams in a day. You chuckle at the cruel turn of events, even PGP office has a sense of humour. You decide nothing can be done now, “next term m gonna kill it”. You get tortured in the exams repeatedly, day after day. You repeat your promise after every exam “next term m gonna kill it”. It suddenly dawns upon you, the term is over and you have managed past it, without any physical and mental damage (academic part is still awaited). Three months at GIM and you feel like you are half Goan. You scoff at tourists, start loving the rains, love the lazy elegance of the place. You can name all the beaches in ascending order. The narrow winding roads of Goa nestled with trees take you to a different place altogether.
These three months at GIM have been a revelation; a Bskool changes you, for your own good. People who embrace this change are a happy lot but people who resist………….well they are still happy but not content. When you look around yourself, you see friends, you see people who are with you 24X7, a sense of familiarity ascends on you. What is the spirit of GIM??? What makes it diferent from other colleges?? Perhaps it’s a difficult question to answer, but believe me, when you ask this question to anybody associated with GIM, the smile tells it all…………..
Flashback continues in the next post……………….