IMDR

My First Day In IMDR
A lots of thought started to ponder in my mind when I was thrown out of the induction process of IMDR. Am I out from joining the course, why am I so irresponsible that I came late on the first day itself, who could be the person who is looking so untidy with long beard and shouted at me with a firm voice “ leave “ . He looked like some character from Ramayana or Mahabaratha landed on earth with an improved dressing sense from that of those times. He was Doc, one who was omnipresent in IMDR. I was also unhappy coz I could not check out the girls in the class for myself. I waited outside for some time and saw a few more people coming late on the first day itself. That made me gain some relief. The guy whom I first met in IMDR turned out to be my best friend among guys in IMDR. Coincidentally he was also a mallu. And its strange how we talked with each other in hindi. Both of us unaware of how bad hindi we spoke. I call him mallu. He is a big bastard but I love him. A couple of guys also joined us and I saw the first girl coming late, she was looking very beautiful that day. If I remember then she was wearing a red dress. Her name was Neha. The two other guys with me suddenly pushed their ass towards her. They started talking as if they knew each from a month. I always had a complex in the matters of girls. I cant take any initiative to head and talk with a girl for nuts. I had a complex that I am not so good looking and an unattractive guy which made myself keep some distance from girls even in my school as well as engineering college. To add to my misery in engineering college I was a mechanical engineering student with 100 guys in a class without even a single girl. Rather good that there was no single girl or else I could nat have imagined her situation leading 4 years in a class with 99 guys. It was tea break. Most of them were happy to be out of the auditorium, relief from the gyans given by Doc, Candy and Ghate sir. But I was happy that after the tea break I would be able to attend the next session. But my excitement didn’t last long after realizing the fact that there was only 18 girls in our class of 70 students. Hmm anyways "I am here for studies right" thought for myself. After tea break I took a secured corner seat in the 5th row of the auditorium. Sapre sir, the then director asked if anybody has got any doubt. I saw a hand rising. He was so fat that it was tough to make out that he had raised his hands. He had the biggest tummy in the world I thought. His name was Paddy. He asked if it is allowed to bring his laptop to the college. I got irritated with his question. “ Bastard trying to showoff “ I mumbled. Then it was the turn for somebody from the students to come in front of the stage and express the feelings about the whole process that took place that day. I would have been the last person to go on to the stage. Suddenly I saw one girl rushing to the stage as if the rest 65 students were dying to go to the stage and she wanted to be the first one. She spoke in very fluent English and with lots of enthusiasm and energy. Maybe she wanted to exude some of her extra energy. I thought. I didn’t like her initially as I felt that she was also trying to gain attention like the guy with the biggest tummy. But she was pretty. Her name was Ashwini and later on she became a good friend of mine.
But now, two years down the line i think i could have finished off the studies that i had done here in IMDR in 6 months. The remaining 1.5 years was fun time. Not exactly fun, but a mixture of fun and mourn. I doubt whether i am eligible to become a Relationship Manager in Kotak. “Shhhhh Neetu Sonthalia should not hear”. Additional info: Neetu Sonthalia is the head HR of Kotak Bank. But my two years life in IMDR was the time when I had enjoyed the most, from induction to placements to parties. Talking about induction, “Induction is a holy process” this was how the mallu senior, Priny gave us an introduction to the whole process. She had the knack of conveying the most obvious things in the most subtle way. Ragging was the most obvious meaning to it. But I enjoyed it, myself and my pals doing all the weirdest things in the world…………..

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My Grandma

My Grandma, synonym for love, I dedicate my blog for her. I never showed a sign of care or love towards her since a long time. When will I ?? When its too late ?? There was a time when this very thought of her not being in this world used to make me hopeless. But now I am comfortably blogging about this. But I love her a lot. Maybe I am the person whom she loves the most in this world. I wish I could give back at least one tenth of that love someday.