Tees Saal Baad…
By Mythili Ramesh, Vijay Ramchandran, Kasturi Roy Choudhary, Archana Garodia, George Joseph, Rajan Raju of PGP 1988 batch. The 1988 Batch recently held their 30-year reunion on campus.
Dedicated to the Kemcho 88 batch
A group of people none else can match
Meeting thirty years later
Brings back fond memories of our alma mater.
The years 86–88 saw us 22 somethings
In our own cocooned world of dreams
Hanging around dorms and classes
In dumb down clothes and hawaii chappals.
Oh such carefree good times they were
Throwing water on an unsuspecting jay walker
Or fun filled water fights between dorms
And the spirited competition of the combos.
There were some who loved making CP
While others would look on sleepily
The professors lecture too boring
The RA is definitely more interesting.
Labdhi silently stares us down
Cutting off random CP with a frown
As we grapple with the four Ps
Trying to understand core competencies.
Trying to get our brains around MSM
Madhavan’s sadistic pleasure seeing us squirm
Mote’s quantitative methods class terrifying
Throwing a duster or a chalk at a hapless being.
Anil Gupta’s lectures incomprehensible
Only remember that capital is fungible
And that the paradigm keeps shifting
Just when you think you nailed the market sizing.
Fridays saw us collecting our material
We groaned thinking this cant be real
Mugging hard to avoid a D in Manac
Racing thru cheers to submit our WAC.
Each of us makes our choice
Study or go for late night walks
Attend or relax between classes
Score an A or stare at D in quizzes
Sit and gossip for hours together
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Or meet for a project later
Drift to Somas for chai and an omelette
Or stroll to the NR for a tete a tete.
Hang around on the Harvard steps
Or glide down Stanford ramp utterly jobless
Following budding romances keenly
Bets placed on couples privately.
Saturdays mornings run for crispy vadas
Sundays get up early or miss the masala dosas
Fridays feast on the famous Harvard dinner
Only dishes from the mess that were a winner.
And now three decades later
A motley crowd we are for sure
CEOs, entrepreneurs, professors
Engineers, executives IAS officers.
Some married some still bachelors
Some with and some without kids
Some with stomachs which dare
Some with salt and pepper hair.
To five who fell on the LHS
Of the normal distribution curve
And are with us no longer
Srini, Ashit, Bidhan, Sunil, Sanjay — we remember.
Walking back into these hallowed grounds
Built by Louis Khan square and round
Wishing one could turn back the clock
And in the cold crisp night once more walk.
We now proudly share our kids achievements
Little do they know our secret sentiments
We love our spouses and dogs equally
Ssh don’t tell anyone but dogs get priority.
We will forever remember IIMA
Definitely not for our MBA
But for the friends we made during our stay
For they are here for life to stay.
It is a strong bond holding us together
A bond which will stay on forever
A better set of people you can’t find
We the Kemchoites are one of a kind.
