Who started the Facebook group?
I don’t know.
But who ever did that did a wonderful job of creating and cementing relations.
As we crossed the gates of Great Lakes, we were not going into an exodus of random people. Instead we were seeing live versions of the photos we had seen and stalked. We knew people, we knew that they were our friends.
The virtual friends got down into the physical space of their bodily existence and then began a saga of a journey called MBA.
We danced, crawled on our knees, learned salsa and let go off our inhibitions.
We learned eating food at the stipulated times. Sloshing sambar onto their plates were the roti clan. The sadam clan relished their breakfast with aloo parathas with melting makhan on top of it.
We learned to adjust. We learned to live. We learned life.
We made friends. And as they say, we earned some friends too.
Life was never made easy. But with friends, we just could get going.
The first term was always difficult. To get us into the spirit and hectic spree of MBA, it took time. The engineering guys who hardly took any time off their schedule to study were actually glued to their books. The comm/arts/science guys who barely attended classes back there, were in the classes, actually listening to the Profs. with their eyes, ears and brain open. (How good a liar am I?)
From bath attached rooms, we graduated to common bathrooms and queuing to finish off the business. We brushed and talked at the same time. Our roomies doubled up as alarm clocks, always ensuring that we went to the 8 am classes.
As one term went by, we went home and but were eager to be back with our Wolfpack.
The goodies from the homes were shared, We ate khakras and banana chips side by side. We munched on the namkeens and devoured the pedas and rosgullas. We savored ethnicity. We understood the nation’s palette.
We were the future of India nestling the souls from different parts of the country, yet kindling the soul. Well, that was a bit of context.
Thats for now, and more to follow.