Exit ISB

Last week was an eventful one - Farewell parties, orkut invitations, handshakes, smiles, hugs, tears, all amidst some exit formalities, and a grand graduation ceremony that marked the climax.

The climax was an interesting one. Montek Singh, through his convocation address, promptly reminded the school management that it forgot to tell him that all the B-schools worth their salt teach their students Stats 101 and Macro Economics 101 as part of their curriculum, and that after a gruelling year and a packed couple of days spent ferrying parents, sisters, friends and all I-wanna-be-theres, the students will have as much interest in knowing about the agricultural growth rate of India in 1963 (incidentally, when Montek Singh himself was busy calling his parents for his graduation) as George Bush about the real meaning of Democracy. However, Rajat shone out with his speech filled with relevance. Overall, the day went well, except for the lunch, which I hear, was responsible for emptying the Lomotil stocks in the campus pharmacy the next day.

Do I really feel sad leaving the campus and my small circle of friends? It’s a closely-knit world; one is never apart. You really do not feel that your friends are far away. True that I can no longer dial an extension, put my friend on speaker and play a network game for an hour and half, discussing the strategy, but hey, things got to change. I feel it’s a year well-spent (I’m not talking about network games here). ISB was a humbling experience; a tiring, testing experience. (I am not talking of the academic schedule here). I realized a lot of things. ISB somehow taught me what to expect, how to scale expectations, when to use jargons, and a dozen other things, and definitely, one of them was that, just as your blog gets too cryptic, stop writing.