My greatest fear while writing this post is to get exposed for the psycho that I really am...for it will take every ounce of my restraint to steer clear of the superlatives that I really want to use. Anyway, before reading this post I want to request you to either read this through to the end or dont read it at all, cos in more than 3 years of posting on pagalguy, never have I poured more heart into a post. This is for all you guys out there, historic figures and brand new friends...for making me realise how much I really love "all things GIM"...be it on the banks or on the top of a secluded mountain.
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I had one more day of leave in handand I had absolutely no intention of going back. But as my luggage was still back at Ribandar I had no option. My spirits lowered faster than the bike on the downward slope to Sanquelim bus stand. Though I had no connect with the new campuswas there for the first timeyet leaving it brough back the same sense of separation which I felt while going back home the last time around. The past 2 days were an unforgettable experiencemet great people, gave gyaan and did babagirigreat fooddanced the night awayalmost had a hopeless crush (and still not out of the woods I fear)made some great new friends revisited the finest time of my life and relived an old debauched glory !!
48 HOURS EARLIER
Journey
As the new GIM is a green building, I took a conscious decision to make it a green journey with a miniscule carbon footprint. So I set sail to Goa on a Volvo and then from Ribandar, where I briefly crashed at Sanjay Sinha aka "Matrixisback" house, set off for Sanquelim on public transport. Armed with directions from fellow Meccan Srinath, I made a circuitous journey to Marcel from where took another bus to Sanquelim. Well its not to say I cannot afford a transport or that I am stingy...but after 1 year in sales and often travelling third class and flying club class on the same day..., I have realised nothing adds more to the satisfaction of an odyssey than travelling with the mango people. The final leg of the journey was the pilot ride to the top. I was still reeling from the greenery and the scenery when my heart was altogether stopped by the stunning neo modernistic behemoth that the spanking new GIM campus was....
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SHOCK and AWE
The gates of GIM were spanking new wrought iron ones, but deep down I knew it was a hallowed passageway that many would kill to get thorugh. As I walked through them, and came across the imposing structures of the acad block, the library, the mess...I felt proud to have been part of a beginning that had blossomed into something this grand. The stepped landscaping and the rolling hills in the background gave the place a perfect aura of a Monastery. But being an teetotaller veteran of many an OTGF Bucket party baccanalia....I knew, that only monks that would be found in this monsatery were the "OLD MONKS"
There was an ancient tree on the grounds which could have successfully auditioned for the part of the "whomping willow" !!
It took a while for the spell cast by the clouds gently wrapping themselves around the mountaintops in the vicinity to wear off.
The whole place had an uncanny similarity to a scottish highland village !!
I sauntered to the event venue and registered. Met Shadydivus, Anvika and Pratulika at the desk.
Participated in a faculty discussion and fought valiantly lest I dozed off. Later gave gyaan to newbie HR majors from the PGP 2 batch... I could see many a farzi marketing majors sitting in the Marketing group and giving gyaan...when their job didnt involve one bit of marketing !!! Atleast I was a bonafide HR Manager.
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Pet Pooja
The gyaan session was followed by the lunch organized by the Alumni Cell. The lunch would have qualified as sumptuous if the rice wasnt undercooked, but this shortcoming was more than offset by the delicately balanced Xacuti with just the right notes and texture.
The carbohydrates courtesy the hard boiled rice were used up giving pep talks to new Meccansor whichever new Meccans I could find. It was great fun ushering the newbies into the world of fun, learning and nonchalant excellence that Mecca is. Soon the partying crowds gravitated towards the mess where we met Jaggu and Kailash.
JAAGU...an institution within an institution !
Its a fact that subsequent batches will never have the kind of connect with Jaggu because for them Jaggu will remain a person, a store ownera nice guy on campus.
For us, Jaggu was a PLACEa chaupalan area where gossip was exchanged, where love blossomedor like in my case, fights erupted. Kailash was not just a place which quenched your parched throats after hours of pointless CP, but where we caught up on the latest news on the tiny little TV.
Due to the strategic location of Kailash, it was the favourite haunt of lovestuck guys waiting for the object of their affection emerge from LH for a premeditated chance meet !!
The pepped up late evening soon gave way to the Goan nightand trust me the Goan nights, be it on a beach or a secluded hilltopROCK !!!
The rock band played and many people performed. The acoustics of the room played havoc with the sounds but one could definitely tell the band had talent. I will surely come back to GIM to listen to our in house rockers under more hospitable conditions. Dinner came and went without a trace but the food was much better than lunch. The custard was killer. Soon the right spirits started flowing and people were coming into their element. The DJ pumped up the sounds and the revelry descended into total chaos !!
Even though there was not much participation from people from my own batch as most of them decided their time was better spent exploring the bright lights of Panjim rather than being stuck on a hilltop I decided to make new friends to dance silly with !!
The GIM connect never fails and soon we were making trains and jiving in steps that would make any self respecting choreographer commit suicide But what the heckthis was our party and we would dance the way we like !! and dance we did !!!!
I managed to get some sitting people back on the dance floor...and the seemingly shy entrants later set the expensive badminton court on fire
Once the DJ wrapped up his console, the action shifted to the foyer of the MPHwhere I caught up with some old friends and then when the rains stopped, began my long trek back to H4and it was on this trek did I realize why everyone carried an umbrealla in the new GIM campus !!
In our times at Ribandar, everything you ever needed was withing a single roofOT, admin, Mess and jaggu. So if lazy organisms like me wished, they could live their entire sad lives without ever having to step out in the open
But in the new GIM in the Goan Highlandsif someone was stuck in a torrent en route from Hostel to Libraryhed be a mess by the time he reached his destination. So protection is a must
As I walked towards the hostel 4 gateslittle did I realizethe fun hadnt even begun !!
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TOH SALA TU HI HAI SEVERUS SNAPE???
At the gates of Hostel 1, I ran into a bunch of juniors. Disha Verma the Meccan, Aarti the SAC and Mukesh the Placecomm among the names which I remember. After I had given them enough gyaan to last for a term or so, when I let slip that I indeed was Severus Snapethey went pretty crazy !!
Nitiskh aka Niks says dont be humble, you are not that great !! So even I, without being humble, would say it was the most exhilarating experience of my trip !!
Many of them said in unison YOU ARE SEVERUS SNAPE??!!!
As if Snape was a convicted Azkaban escapee and a known serial killer of MBA girls!! !!
Then a couple of them went in different directions and returned with some more vella people who had nothing better to do in life than sit and read my posts on pagalguy !! they even claimed they admired itI could feel my head getting inflated like Aunt Marge in book 3 !! sala maza aa gaya !!!
Who the hell says posting on pagalguy was a labour of love ??
If this is the reward one gets to post on pagalguy, then well if I could, I would create a new ID, attend GIM once again and post a bagful again !! I am sad my sack of memories is almost empty now.yet glad that its been a well documented ride !!
The conference at the gates of H1 came to an end and I soon found Srinaths roommy abode for the night. And thanks to Rushaad and Cedric, I ended up reliving the OTGF nights all over again.
Talking till 3 amon useless topics and then going to peoples rooms to disturb them in whatever they were doing.
PAGING NOSTALGIA ON IP@GIM !!
A small yet memorable round of IP bakar ensued after I commandeered Rushaad Darogas laptop for the customary IP TPa big thank you to everyone who replied and participated in the nonsense !!
For those of you who thought this much TP was enough for a night, you are sorely mistaken about the life of a GIMite..especially OTGFthe the cool capital of the GIM of yore.
ROCK ON !!
It was now time to raid Devashish drummer Goels room and play some Iron Maiden full blast. We headbanged to Trooper, Bring your Daughter to the slaughter and finally the proceedings hit the cresenco with the bass work of The Ghost of the Navigator !!!
The headbanging was the final straw and I was tired beyond repair !! Seeing that my frame may not be able to take any more TPI decided to retire to the room and slept like a baby while the night was still young at 4 am !!!
Next day I woke up at 10 am to the deathly silence in the hostels. Had it not been for the cleaning crews, you could be forgiven to think that the whole place had been abandoned !!!
With a knowledge that it will be noon before anyone came back to life, I went to freshen uponly to realize that all my luggage was in Goa !!
PURAANI YADEIN AUR FOKAT KA TOOTHPASTE !!
Next thing I do, a long walk to Jaggusand bought a toothbrush for Rs 13 !!
Then a long walk back to the hostel and saw a guy walking around in the corridor and followed him into his room and demanded toothpaste !!
Thanks to guys like me who never bought a tube of toothpaste after the first term, Ashwin Kaks Meswak never made it through the month!! Aaah the nostalgia of pinching toothpaste from hostel neighbours !!
I dont remember the guys nameand I am sure it wasnt necessarywe are bound by the GIM Connectand now by the debt of the toothpaste !!
The day was spent hanging around the campusjust going where my feet took meThe lonely exploration of the Sanquelim campus was a mirror of my during GIMjust empty, exploratory wanderingsyet self assured that I am in the right place.
Table Tennis at the common room and power lunch with the PRs were the highlights !!
Finally I found Vibhor Ronges room. Tab tak ladka kaafi hosh me aa chuka thaafter an hourlong chitchat with him, and it was soon time to bid adieu to the Mountain abode of some of the finest future business leaders of India
CHEERIOS BONITA !!
I had one more day of leave in handand I had absolutely no intention of going back. But as my luggage was still back at Ribandar I had no option. My spirits lowered faster than the bike on the downward slope to Sanquelim bus stand. Though I had no connect with the new campuswas there for the first timeyet leaving it brough back the same sense of separation which I felt while going back home the last time around. The past 2 days were an unforgettable experiencemet great people, gave gyaan and did babagirigreat fooddanced the night awayalmost had a hopeless crush (and still not out of the woods I fear)made some great new friends revisited the finest time of my life and relived an old debauched glory !!
My greatest fear while writing this post is to get exposed for the psycho that I really am...for it will take every ounce of my restraint to steer clear of the superlatives that I really want to use. Anyway, before reading this post I want to request you to either read this through to the end or dont read it at all, cos in more than 3 years of posting on pagalguy, never have I poured more heart into a post. This is for all you guys out there, historic figures and brand new friends...for making me realise how much I really love "all things GIM"...be it on the banks or on the top of a secluded mountain.
---------------------------------------------------------- ----------------
I had one more day of leave in handand I had absolutely no intention of going back. But as my luggage was still back at Ribandar I had no option. My spirits lowered faster than the bike on the downward slope to Sanquelim bus stand. Though I had no connect with the new campuswas there for the first timeyet leaving it brough back the same sense of separation which I felt while going back home the last time around. The past 2 days were an unforgettable experiencemet great people, gave gyaan and did babagirigreat fooddanced the night awayalmost had a hopeless crush (and still not out of the woods I fear)made some great new friends revisited the finest time of my life and relived an old debauched glory !!
48 HOURS EARLIER
Journey
As the new GIM is a green building, I took a conscious decision to make it a green journey with a miniscule carbon footprint. So I set sail to Goa on a Volvo and then from Ribandar, where I briefly crashed at Sanjay Sinha aka "Matrixisback" house, set off for Sanquelim on public transport. Armed with directions from fellow Meccan Srinath, I made a circuitous journey to Marcel from where took another bus to Sanquelim. Well its not to say I cannot afford a transport or that I am stingy...but after 1 year in sales and often travelling third class and flying club class on the same day..., I have realised nothing adds more to the satisfaction of an odyssey than travelling with the mango people. The final leg of the journey was the pilot ride to the top. I was still reeling from the greenery and the scenery when my heart was altogether stopped by the stunning neo modernistic behemoth that the spanking new GIM campus was....
------------------------------------------------------------------- -------
SHOCK and AWE
The gates of GIM were spanking new wrought iron ones, but deep down I knew it was a hallowed passageway that many would kill to get thorugh. As I walked through them, and came across the imposing structures of the acad block, the library, the mess...I felt proud to have been part of a beginning that had blossomed into something this grand. The stepped landscaping and the rolling hills in the background gave the place a perfect aura of a Monastery. But being an teetotaller veteran of many an OTGF Bucket party baccanalia....I knew, that only monks that would be found in this monsatery were the "OLD MONKS"
There was an ancient tree on the grounds which could have successfully auditioned for the part of the "whomping willow" !!
It took a while for the spell cast by the clouds gently wrapping themselves around the mountaintops in the vicinity to wear off.
The whole place had an uncanny similarity to a scottish highland village !!
I sauntered to the event venue and registered. Met Shadydivus, Anvika and Pratulika at the desk.
Participated in a faculty discussion and fought valiantly lest I dozed off. Later gave gyaan to newbie HR majors from the PGP 2 batch... I could see many a farzi marketing majors sitting in the Marketing group and giving gyaan...when their job didnt involve one bit of marketing !!! Atleast I was a bonafide HR Manager.
_-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Pet Pooja
The gyaan session was followed by the lunch organized by the Alumni Cell. The lunch would have qualified as sumptuous if the rice wasnt undercooked, but this shortcoming was more than offset by the delicately balanced Xacuti with just the right notes and texture.
The carbohydrates courtesy the hard boiled rice were used up giving pep talks to new Meccansor whichever new Meccans I could find. It was great fun ushering the newbies into the world of fun, learning and nonchalant excellence that Mecca is. Soon the partying crowds gravitated towards the mess where we met Jaggu and Kailash.
JAAGU...an institution within an institution !
Its a fact that subsequent batches will never have the kind of connect with Jaggu because for them Jaggu will remain a person, a store ownera nice guy on campus.
For us, Jaggu was a PLACEa chaupalan area where gossip was exchanged, where love blossomedor like in my case, fights erupted. Kailash was not just a place which quenched your parched throats after hours of pointless CP, but where we caught up on the latest news on the tiny little TV.
Due to the strategic location of Kailash, it was the favourite haunt of lovestuck guys waiting for the object of their affection emerge from LH for a premeditated chance meet !!
The pepped up late evening soon gave way to the Goan nightand trust me the Goan nights, be it on a beach or a secluded hilltopROCK !!!
The rock band played and many people performed. The acoustics of the room played havoc with the sounds but one could definitely tell the band had talent. I will surely come back to GIM to listen to our in house rockers under more hospitable conditions. Dinner came and went without a trace but the food was much better than lunch. The custard was killer. Soon the right spirits started flowing and people were coming into their element. The DJ pumped up the sounds and the revelry descended into total chaos !!
Even though there was not much participation from people from my own batch as most of them decided their time was better spent exploring the bright lights of Panjim rather than being stuck on a hilltop I decided to make new friends to dance silly with !!
The GIM connect never fails and soon we were making trains and jiving in steps that would make any self respecting choreographer commit suicide But what the heckthis was our party and we would dance the way we like !! and dance we did !!!!
I managed to get some sitting people back on the dance floor...and the seemingly shy entrants later set the expensive badminton court on fire
Once the DJ wrapped up his console, the action shifted to the foyer of the MPHwhere I caught up with some old friends and then when the rains stopped, began my long trek back to H4and it was on this trek did I realize why everyone carried an umbrealla in the new GIM campus !!
In our times at Ribandar, everything you ever needed was withing a single roofOT, admin, Mess and jaggu. So if lazy organisms like me wished, they could live their entire sad lives without ever having to step out in the open
But in the new GIM in the Goan Highlandsif someone was stuck in a torrent en route from Hostel to Libraryhed be a mess by the time he reached his destination. So protection is a must
As I walked towards the hostel 4 gateslittle did I realizethe fun hadnt even begun !!
=====================================================
TOH SALA TU HI HAI SEVERUS SNAPE???
At the gates of Hostel 1, I ran into a bunch of juniors. Disha Verma the Meccan, Aarti the SAC and Mukesh the Placecomm among the names which I remember. After I had given them enough gyaan to last for a term or so, when I let slip that I indeed was Severus Snapethey went pretty crazy !!
Nitiskh aka Niks says dont be humble, you are not that great !! So even I, without being humble, would say it was the most exhilarating experience of my trip !!
Many of them said in unison YOU ARE SEVERUS SNAPE??!!!
As if Snape was a convicted Azkaban escapee and a known serial killer of MBA girls!! !!
Then a couple of them went in different directions and returned with some more vella people who had nothing better to do in life than sit and read my posts on pagalguy !! they even claimed they admired itI could feel my head getting inflated like Aunt Marge in book 3 !! sala maza aa gaya !!!
Who the hell says posting on pagalguy was a labour of love ??
If this is the reward one gets to post on pagalguy, then well if I could, I would create a new ID, attend GIM once again and post a bagful again !! I am sad my sack of memories is almost empty now.yet glad that its been a well documented ride !!
The conference at the gates of H1 came to an end and I soon found Srinaths roommy abode for the night. And thanks to Rushaad and Cedric, I ended up reliving the OTGF nights all over again.
Talking till 3 amon useless topics and then going to peoples rooms to disturb them in whatever they were doing.
PAGING NOSTALGIA ON IP@GIM !!
A small yet memorable round of IP bakar ensued after I commandeered Rushaad Darogas laptop for the customary IP TPa big thank you to everyone who replied and participated in the nonsense !!
For those of you who thought this much TP was enough for a night, you are sorely mistaken about the life of a GIMite..especially OTGFthe the cool capital of the GIM of yore.
ROCK ON !!
It was now time to raid Devashish drummer Goels room and play some Iron Maiden full blast. We headbanged to Trooper, Bring your Daughter to the slaughter and finally the proceedings hit the cresenco with the bass work of The Ghost of the Navigator !!!
The headbanging was the final straw and I was tired beyond repair !! Seeing that my frame may not be able to take any more TPI decided to retire to the room and slept like a baby while the night was still young at 4 am !!!
Next day I woke up at 10 am to the deathly silence in the hostels. Had it not been for the cleaning crews, you could be forgiven to think that the whole place had been abandoned !!!
With a knowledge that it will be noon before anyone came back to life, I went to freshen uponly to realize that all my luggage was in Goa !!
PURAANI YADEIN AUR FOKAT KA TOOTHPASTE !!
Next thing I do, a long walk to Jaggusand bought a toothbrush for Rs 13 !!
Then a long walk back to the hostel and saw a guy walking around in the corridor and followed him into his room and demanded toothpaste !!
Thanks to guys like me who never bought a tube of toothpaste after the first term, Ashwin Kaks Meswak never made it through the month!! Aaah the nostalgia of pinching toothpaste from hostel neighbours !!
I dont remember the guys nameand I am sure it wasnt necessarywe are bound by the GIM Connectand now by the debt of the toothpaste !!
The day was spent hanging around the campusjust going where my feet took meThe lonely exploration of the Sanquelim campus was a mirror of my during GIMjust empty, exploratory wanderingsyet self assured that I am in the right place.
Table Tennis at the common room and power lunch with the PRs were the highlights !!
Finally I found Vibhor Ronges room. Tab tak ladka kaafi hosh me aa chuka thaafter an hourlong chitchat with him, and it was soon time to bid adieu to the Mountain abode of some of the finest future business leaders of India
CHEERIOS BONITA !!
I had one more day of leave in handand I had absolutely no intention of going back. But as my luggage was still back at Ribandar I had no option. My spirits lowered faster than the bike on the downward slope to Sanquelim bus stand. Though I had no connect with the new campuswas there for the first timeyet leaving it brough back the same sense of separation which I felt while going back home the last time around. The past 2 days were an unforgettable experiencemet great people, gave gyaan and did babagirigreat fooddanced the night awayalmost had a hopeless crush (and still not out of the woods I fear)made some great new friends revisited the finest time of my life and relived an old debauched glory !!
It does not make a bit of a difference if you are a gujju or not. So you people can kindly stop posting statements like that as they serve no purpose.
@priyjosh - its not a safe hedge to quit based only on the fact that you stand a good chance to get through. a general advice - if you are fed up your job, get a new one :-)
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