Chronicles continue…
The sensex crashed by a small matter of 700 points over the last week. A NASA satellite made some news. Nothing moves the air of stillness in the IIM-A campus though. The prospect of Navaratri, Garba, endless swirling dancers, backless cholis and ringing Gujarati dandiya raas songs is appetizing.
But like characters from another time, these things sound distant and other worldly. This afternoon, I sat through a session of “Strategies for Corporate Growth” without understanding a word. I am sure that some of the class did. The professor sketched away on the board fearlessly. Words and stratagems and theories died gloriously in the desert of ignorance and inertia... A lot of other folks seemed to be clued in on it. Come evening and as the birds flew home, our MCC class began.
Prof. Mehta donned a white lab coat, a probe and the rest of the class looked and behaved like laboratory mice in an experiment. 30 Mins into it, every brain in the room was scanned and locked into a series of random numbers. There was a discourse on reptilian, fish and mammalian brains. And a finger elongation exercise. I suppose there is some scientific background to it, but my brain and eyes strained to see any difference in the length of my index fingers. I am still hopeful of a Merlin inspired transformation and I keep my short and long fingers crossed.
There is our resident mess cat, she of the glorious furry mane, dense fur coat and enviable tiger-like stripes. Her kitten, who is a carbon copy of Ma, is unfortunately hurt. I felt rotten looking at the poor animal dragging her hind feet mewling away. God Help her.
And after 10 minutes spent on chasing the intellectually afflicted pigeons from my balcony , I stand and look into the darkness at the bright lights of the fire-in-their-bellies PGP students’ dorm , the air redolent of opportunities , construction ash and bird detritus. This is my life now.
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