Aakhri 10 ghante.... My Thank You Speech

Finally i have reached the end... After many blog posts and numerous days and months and years, i have reached the end of IMT.... In another 10 hours, the train leave Nagpur station and IMT will get behind, FOREVER...

And as i leave IMT I would like to thank all of you guys for giving me those fantastic memories, learnings and lessons... You have given me enough for me to live a lifetime.. and this post is dedicated to all those guys who touched my life here at IMT

My friend circle:
Guys had the time of my life with you. You are the best. Will miss those birthday treats forever. Those trips to the movies. Those dinners. Pranay, Pranav, Jain, Vinay, Neha, Khanna, Nazm, Kapil, Bhardwaj, Shreyaa, Manisha, Tandon,Akanksha... U guys rock... Parag, Pankaj, Mittal, Shweta, Shekhar, Ronak, TinTin motu, Avni... Without you IMT would have been incomplete...

My french family: Eshan, Mayank, Ashok, Aishwarya and Sunil... Tumhare bina toh sab kuch adhura rahega.. kuch bhi nahi rahega actually.. Those 4 months would be the best times of my life.

My team at the Co-op..Jay Sir, Surbhi mata, Sid, Anu, Sumeet, Richa... learnt a lot from you guys... Sheetal Di, Anu maam, Kruti Maam, JLo, Snehil, Avik, Gaurav and sweet juniors Eshaan, Anshita, Rupam, Gaurav, Fuggs, KD, Alen and Chandak... Coop aap logon ke bina adhura hai... Rahul.. You were the heart and soul of the Coop...

Marque, the Marketing Forum: Viraj, Walia, Ronak, Snigdha, Priya and the other... Marketing toh koi bhasad banake dekhe... bahut mazaa aata hai...

My first year gang: Ritesh, Chanda, Shreyashi, Shantu, Chottu, Ravi( mera pyaara roomie) and Divya too... Thank you guys.... It was a pleasure knowing you. Will forever that egg bashing i received on my birthday.. Courtesy you guys and will always remember the friendship day night out...

I have also been great to have fantastic seniors: Zareen and Fareed... you were the best... All of you from the Angels and Demons team.. It was great working with you. Motwani Sir, will never forget your advice which you had given to me when i was about to leave the Marketing Forum... Manila maam, it was great knowing u too...

How can i forget my great juniors... Hitansh, Ridhima, Deeksha, Mr CIC, my Indian Magik team ( Andy, Anu, Anuj, Akanksha, Varun, Shweta, Miky, Nikeeta, Kedia Yogi, Paaji, Vibhor, Vikas, Pooja) Those from my movie teams ( Vidhi, Sanjesh, Ladykiller,)

I left Sumeet and Priya for last but you guys are definately there at the top... Without you Indian Magik wouldnt have been what it was and Sampark wouldnt have been what Sampark is....

Imt also had some of the greatests professors who touch my life and changed it forever. Mazumdar Sir, the God, without whom France would not have been thr ever. That trip changed my forever and all thanks to him. My marketing gurus, Prof gadgil, prof Jaisimha, Prof Fadnavis... Sirs, you were simply outstanding...

And there were so many other people in and outside the campus who just made these 2 years unforgettable.. Panchu bhai, Rahul and Giridhar bhaiya... aapke juice, cold coffee aur maggi... where else will i get that pleasure. Hemraj bhau, ur canteen sucked, but ur chai was enough to compensate. Sailesh bhau mess ka khaana was enough to shoo me off but it was great interacting with u and playing cricket with you during those SIP days..

I am really sorry if i have left of anybody but guys each and everyone of you touched my life and today its not the same anymore..

THANK YOU IMT... MISS U ALWAYS, LOVE U FOREVER

Ek garam chai ki pyali ho

There are 3 saving graces in IMT... Through the day its our dear Panchu Bhai and his maggi... Well supported by Rahul and Giridhar Bhaiya and their unlimited stock of juices and cold coffee...

Once its evening its the turn of my Coop and its wonderful cups of coffee... Cups after cups and you can never get bored of it....

But the winner, the mega prize winner is that lifeline from the canteen, our very own desi chai.... One of the greatest memories of IMT and something that i am going to miss the most is that cup of desi chai.... The chai which stands by you through every weather or mood

Be it those treacherous days of Marketing cases or those days of Milestone or Runbhoomi.... Be it those days when you are out having a romantic walk with your beloved or just ur leg pulling session with your friends... None of them could ever be complete without that cup of tea....

Even sitting in different hostels, google talks would go pinging "Chai??" Ya buddy, y not... And the perfect complimentary to the chai would be an aloo pyaz paratha, fried eggs or the veg cheeze sandwich... Whatever the order, chai toh saath honi hi hai...

If not satisfied with one cup, have another, followed by another... With Hemraj standing at the counter, the canteen was always in a chaos but the chai was worth the wait....

The days when the milk would get over or the LPG cylinder would be out of gas and the chai wouldnt be available, guys would walk out of the canteen as if a girl had rejected their marriage proposal... Such is the pyaar for chai, a simple cup of chai...

Just minutes back i had my last 2 cups of desi chai and tomorrow as i leave IMT forever, amongst all other things, something that i will miss daily would be the desi chai... As the clock would strike 2- 2.30am my heart would crave for the chai but that taste, the thrill, the feeling will never be replicated... the feeling of running to the canteen to have desi chai....

I will miss u Desi Chai... Love u forever....

A Railway Trip thru India

I still remember the time when i was in school and we used to have our English language classes. We used to write essays on various common topics year after year... How did u spend you summer vacations, my pet, my favourite sport etc So today i wanted to write on one such topic but from the perspective of a 23 yr old...

Over the last 3 days i have traversed across the width of the country and back to meet my love, Pooja (She is my life....but only thing is my life stays a 1000miles away ) and during this time she made me conscious about an hobby of mine which i myself was not truly aware of. She rightly said, "You love observing people." and thats when i realised that she was right... I did...

So today i am gonna tell you about my experiences in this wonderful train journey of mine and the sights and sounds i encountered...

As i entered the train and took my seat, i noticed my copassengers... 2 middle aged aunties, seemed like housewives, and i dont think i dont need to tell you more about them... overhearing their conversation was a joy, straight out of any Ekta Kapoor daily or more so i would say the Manorma magazine (Ekta Kapoor stories are more based on the upper class.) " You know so and so came to Mrs so and so's house" " Yesterday she cooked cutlets at home, they were tasty." "I bought this sari from XYZ Market. For how much? Just 300-350 bucks." " I worked all day in the kitchen, now am so tired, everything i only have to handle." " He is always busy in office, doesnt have time for me only." They went on and on... The typical Indian middle class housewife....

As the journey progressed the scenes outside kept changing from state to state and time to time... From the coastal areas where greenary slipped into the horizon with the rice crop to central India where heat was unbearing for the land to dry and crack up... There in the distance you could see the farmer slogging it out in the fields with his 2 bullocks and plough.. As the sun neared noon you saw their wives taking food for them, and there he rested in the shade of the lone solitary tree enjoying his chapaties with chillies and onions.... Then it was back to work for the poor guy till the time the sun gave way to the moon...

On the far off dusty roads you could see young girls going to school on their bicycles dressed neatly in their blue and white uniforms and hair nicely tied up with red ribbons... Somewhere off you could see the shephard boys standing and waving at the train as it zoomed by while somewhere else the boys were playing on the branches of a fallen tree...

As we crossed the villages, the scenes were greatly different. The older folk would be sitting under the shade of the tree and play cards or discuss matters with greater importance. The kids would be running around the streets with a stick in hand, fantastically dodging the wheels they rolled with it. The women were busy blowing into their mud stoves, preparing food for their next meal. The kirana store owner in his characteristic white vest and huge bulging stomach sat arguing with his customers. The few girls that you could see playing outside were busy in their game of hopscotch.

On the electricity wires sat the small sweet sparrows and it seemed as if they seemed to be chatting with each other... Suddenly out of no where you would see some lone bird flying along with the train, as if challenging it to a race but after some time it would give up and get left behind...

The cattle grazing pastures would be too busy to notice the train zooming by... With the horn of the train they would look up, give the "I dont care" look and get back to their grazing...

If i go on about the train and its encounters, it would be a never ending post... so i am rounding off the basic part of it and maybe some day when i get time i would take u to meet the various other specimens that you encounter... Chalo for now.... Gaadi bulaa rahi hai, seeti bajaa rahi hai

Tribute to Indian Magik

This post is specially dedicated to the brand INDIAN MAGIK..
And to everyone involved with it... Priya, Sumeet and all the members of the Milestone 34 team...

Presenting to you the final works of Indian Magik

WE CAN.... The Movie- Runner up, Passion 09, IMT Ghaziabad



Ek Awaaz... The Nukkad Natak... Runner up, Passion 09, IMT Ghaziabad



Cling Safety Pins- Winner AdAge 09, Milestone 35




Kartavya- Entry for MICA Ahmedabad
(abhi upload nahi ho raha,,,, maybe sometime later)

IMT Nagpur Class of 2010

The Final Bye

Today Ashok and Priya left....

Ashok, the rebel, the outcast, My French Brother... Idiot didnt even tell us he was leaving...I got a call straight from the cab that he was leaving.. What did he think that he can disappear like Rancho of 3 idiots.... I tried my best to stop.. took his ticket.. Told the cab to drive off while i held onto him but he slid his hand off and went off... I never noticed that as the cab moved towards the gate tears started rolling down...The cab stopped at the gate and Eshan, Mayank and me rushed towards the gate in another attempt to stop him... Seeing the tears he did slow down a bit but i wasnt able to stop him and the cab drove off.. I tried calling him again and convincing him but he still refused... Mayank and Eshan went to the station also but he still didnt stop... Woh chala gaya...

Ashok, even though we fought a lot, here and in France...Yet I love u.... Bhai you have taught me so much, u introduced me to so many new things, the world of politics, LTTE, RSS, BJP and what not... Our ideals never matched but it was an honour to learn so much from you... You are my inspiration to know more...

When we left France i was sad but i knew you were there... Today as you left i realised that we may never meet on this soil again....



Priya Sharma, The one man/woman army..... My pyari behna actually bhai.... Sweetheart tera basketball dekh dekh ke toh achche ladko ki jal jaati thi... You are the best... Agar u wanna live life and wanna live life to the fullest meet Priya Sharma... Forever stay the bindaas don that you are...

I tried a lot to stop her today... Called her sister, called her dad, requested them to let her stay.. they agreed but she stuck to her stand.... Threatened to get her locked in her room and not let her go... Took a permanent marker and scribbled on her door that we wont let u go today.... But woh bhi chali gayi....

My last attempt is still on.... She still has to reach the train... People are already placed at strategic locations in the city to help her miss her train... Maybe the final emotional punch may work... Only time will tell

With her leaving the brand of Indian Magik here at IMT finally broke.. One of the concept heads and one of the partners of Indian Magik, the team which over time became our recognition at IMT... From the runners up position at Milestone 34, to the making and screening of Kartavya at MICA, Ahmedabad, to winning AdAge with Cling Safety Pins at Milestone 35, IMT-N and then all the way to winning Passion 09 at IMT Ghaziabad with We Can... (the movie) and Ek Awaaz (the Nukkad natak) . I will miss my Assistant Director.

The first day of bidding goodbye is drawing to a close...

Priya and Ashok.... IMT will forever miss you... Your place will always be special in my heart and in IMT's heart...

Its Farewell time... Part 2

Its the next afternoon... I have just woken up... Remember i told you that this party is gonna run late... it did... and i slept at 8...

As usual things at IMT never run on time... the cultural part of the evening scheduled to start at 10 began only at 12 midnight...With songs and dances the evening did come alive... But again half the people were dead drunk... The junior batch had come up with a few titles for some seniors.. From the most charming smile going to Sachin Chadha to Madam Curie to Surbhi Tandon, Management guru to Jay sir to Marketing guru to Ronak Shah. Sandeep Gundeti got the Director of the Batch but it was his humility that he called me onto stage to share it. Sandeep you are the BEST accept it. You are my idol, i have learnt everything from you. I was nominated the Face of the Co-op (Our Cooperative Store)

Once all this got over candlelight lit up the baddi court as the seniors passed on the baton to their favourite juniors. Candles were limited but then there are a lot of Juniors i would genuinely like to thank and give my love to... Hitansh and Ridhima... U guys are great... Dadu ka aashirwaad hamesha tumhare saath hai... Andy and Anu... You were the heart of Indian Magik... Love u guys... Anshita, Deeksha, Ankit, Rupam, Kedia, Sanjesh, Vidhi, Pooja and all of you at Indian Magik, all of you in the Co-op, all of you everywhere... Thank you and love you all....

The Dj party continued long and went on and on... The final dance at IMT, nobody wanted to miss it... But me as usual as far from the dance floor as fish from land... I myself cant believe that i was sitting and running the Co-op till 6 in the morning. Finally when dawn did break i could sense that the dam is gonna break and as the Dj moved onto the last songs life Yaaron and Pal by KK, they did break... Tears everywhere, emotions letting lose... Even guys broke down....
Anyone standing there could feel the moment... Stopping ones tears was difficult at that moment.

And as time slowly ticks by the Moment of Truth dawns on us... IMT Days is over...

Its farewell time...

The day is finally here... when we officially say goodbye to IMT... Thats another point that we are not going to leave campus so soon but tonight officially we will be waved goodbye as IMT Nagpur's Class of 2010...

The evening started with a formal ceremony at the LRC. The female species had begun preparations since early morning... No no they didnt have to cook anything... they had to get themselves ready for the organisation... How can, please explain, anyone travel 40+ kilometres to visit a beauty parlour... The girls here at IMT are seen in a sari twice... Once on the 1st day we get inducted into the college... That time we dont know them.. its just our first glimpse of them... But this time its a whole new picture altogether... You have seen them for 2 years, studied with them for 2 years, jhelofied their nakhras for 2 years and suddenly today when u see them in saris with make up and stuff you feel you are again introduced to someone whom you havent met earlier...

But ya everyone seemed grown up, guys and gals included, seemed like men and women were ready to take on the world... The high point of the ceremony was the standing ovation thats Mr Mazumdar got... Our lovely warden, Our savior of 2 years and specially for 6 of us he is the life changer, the one who introduced us to the world of France and beyond... Sir, we love you... You are the best... Without you life wouldnt have been what it is... And its not only me who shares this opinion, its everyone... The standing ovation is proof enough...

The photo session after that went on and on and on... Now i am back in my room, getting my camera battery charged for the next photo session, and getting ready for our informal farewell.. In another half an hour or so that will begun and the party is gonna run till late in the morning tomorrow...

Part 2 coming up soon.....

Final Hour of MBA

I am getting late... Its 8 45... I have an exam from 9... I want to capture this feeling of ending my education... i know i will get late but i know i wont be able to describe this feeling once i am done with the exam...

I havent studied a word so i very well know that i will leave the exam hall by 9 45... so officially this is my last hour as an MBA student... as any student infact...
23 years the studies that i hated are finally coming to an end... though later in the day i have an interview to sit for but by then i will be an MBA rather than someone pursuing MBA

Last night for the first time since Placements began i wasnt able to sleep properly... there was this sense of uneasiness.. something i cant describe which didnt let me sleep... I tossed around in bed for almost 2 hours before getting up and switching on my laptop... i finally managed to sleep at 5 am... now that i am up, even now that sense of uneasiness prevails, something which i cant describe clearly, something now normal...

If i do manage to get this job today, at least i will be able to say that i walked out of MBA life with a job... If i dont for some time, no matter how small it is... i will say that i am a part of the unemployed brigade.... today i my final chance to fulfil the 1st statement... just pray guys that i manage it... the last time i had this type of feeling was before my CAT exam... even then i wasnt able to sleep all night long....

guys its 8.52... i need to rush or i would not be able to reach the examination hall in time... Jai Kulkarni ka Corporate Governance... Take care everyone, love u and one more thing, the next time you meet me, you will meet a newly crowned MBA....

IMT ki kahani... Pankaj Chandalia ki zubani...

Pankaj's story of 2 years at IMT. A story which touched my heart, a story which would touch any IMTian.. Thanx Bhai for giving me an opportunity to share your work. You have been one of the great friends i have found here and hope that this friendship lasts a lifetime...

कुछ आशाएँ और सपने लिए, हम पहुँचे IMT नागपुर मन में शंका लिए
घर से दूर एक नये आशियाँ में, अंजान शहर, अंजान लोगों के बीच
एक नई शुरुआत MBA करने को हम चले


Healthy Interaction का तो बहाना था, वास्तव में Seniors को अपनी धौंस जमाना था
रातभर जगाकर Seniors ने हमें यहाँ के Culture की आदत डाली,
Forums और Committee interview ने हमारी बॅंड बजा डाली
लेकिन इसी बीच हमने लोगों को जानना शुरू किया और हमारे Group Formation का प्रारंभ हुआ


Group Discussion की foundation तो OB ने की, इतनी Meetings तो वरना कभी न की थी
कई बार तो Case Discussion के लिए जाना एक बहाना था,
Colleague या Groupmate पर लाइन मारने मगर जाना था
Number Crunching जयसिम्हा सर ने सिखाई,मगर उनके पीछे का Assumption कभी समझ नही आई
बंपी-बू की हरकतों पर हैरानी ,Gajavelli की Economy की कहानी
यही सब हैं हमारी पढ़ाई से related क़िस्से मेरी ज़बानी


M 34 में Promotion की जगह के लिए झपटा-झपटी ,
महासंग्राम मैं Immortals ने दी Seniors को पटकी
M 35 मैं CORE committee बन गई CHOR committee,
A Block की भसड़ में हुई rooms के लिए झपटा झपटी

यादें लेकर हम First year की मन में, बिछड़े दोस्तों से SIP के लिए
Project Report तो पता नहीं कैसे पूरी हुई, जैसे तैसे 10 हफ्ते कटे
फिर से दोस्तों से मिलने की तलब थी, चालू करने थे बातों के सिलसिले

फिर पहुँचे हम IMT, अब Seniors थे हो गये, कुछ तो आ गये A Block कुछ C Block ही रह गये
पुराने दोस्तों के साथ नये दोस्त बने और एक बार फिर से वही बक्चोदियो के सिलसिले चले
अपने SIP के किस्से सभी ने दोस्तों से share किए ,
कुछ ने था serious काम किया, कुछ मस्ती करके आ गये

Term 4 के hectic schedule ने हमारी बॅंड बजा दी, Projects, assignments ने टाइम की वॉट लगा दी
Capstone ने Strategy सिखाने की कोशिश की, मगर Courier results ने दोस्तो की लेने की आदत डाल दी
Management के ढीलेपन ने हम पर ऐसा असर डाला, Hunger strike पे आ गये हम
“270 in 30 “बन गया हमारा नारा
जन्मदिन पर लातें बन गया एक पक्का Rule
पंचू भाई की Maggi, गिरिधर भैया के Juice और Fruit
Co op की Coffee और Canteen का आलू पराठा
Mess के खाने ने हमारा वजन घटा डाला
घर से जो कोई भी कुछ भी लाया उसे हमने लूट डाला

बीते हुए दो साल हमारे दोस्त और दोस्ती के कारण सदैव यादगार रहेंगे,
लेकिन जो उतार चढ़ाव हुए वो भी मन में कहीं चुभेंगे
कई दोस्तों से नज़दीकियाँ बढ़ी ,कई पुरानो से दूरियाँ.
जो साल भर पहले तक मिला करते थे गले
वो Hello Hi तक ही सीमित रह गये
छोटे मोटे issues कब बड़े हो गये पता ही ना चला
मतभेद मिटाने के रास्ते में था कहीं अहंकार खड़ा


ज़िंदगी बहुत छोटी है दोस्तों और दोस्ती बहुत बड़ी
अपने अहम को इतना बड़ा मत बनाओ की उसमे छोटी पड़ जाए दोस्ती

Paa.... I miss you.....

Hi Dad,
Today its 3rd March... Its been 3 yrs since i last saw you.... I still remember that day moment by moment... That fun filled evening in Pune and that one phone call.....

I have very few memories of you but the ones that i have are very deeply engraved in my mind... I remember seeing "Main hoon na" with you in that theatre in Mathura... I remember you taking me cricket kit shopping in Meerut years before that.... I still remember you coming down to Jamshedpur to meet me when i was barely 10... I was playing outside and i came back only to find you standing behind my door as i opened it.... I still remember the meal we had at Franks in Jamshedpur.... I still remember meeting you at Bandra station on 12th July 2006, just a day after the Mumbai train blasts... Never knew that would be our last face to face conversation.... I still remember the last thing you handed over to me... A Rs4500 bill that i had accomplished talking to my then girlfriend... I still remember you had calculated the amount i had spent calling that one particular number... It was somewhere around Rs3200...

Few days back i was cleaning up my room when i came across a picture of yours. It was one of the very few pics i have of yours... Saw it and missed you a lot that day... Dad did i ever tell you that a day before my CAT i wasnt able to sleep all night... All i kept wishing that night that maybe you would come and wish me best of luck... Very improbable but that was just a wish....

Dad today i just wanna tell you that i am on the verge of completing my studies... Another day and i will be a Post Graduate.... Like every Dad you too would have had dreams to see my flying the sky... I am on the verge of fulfilling your dreams,....

On 20th I have my Convocation in Ghaziabad... Just wish that you were here to see this day... I know you would have been very happy... I just wish that i would have been lucky enough to see the expressions on your face.... And i very well know that on 20th when everyone else would have their Dad cheering them on, I would miss you... Mom would be there but you wouldnt.... Please Dad a request to you... You are cordially invited to witness the biggest day in my life as yet... Please come... I wont be able to see you, but your presence and your blessings would be enough for me....

Love you Dad.... Miss you Dad....