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The Wonder Years

Sometimes we come across an old photograph and talk, laugh or cry for hours with friends thinking about the background of it. I ended up finding a whole bunch of photographs. And I didn’t have any friends close to me since it was 3.45 in the morning and my flatmate was sleeping and when he sleeps, everyone keeps their distance. No one wakes a sleeping tiger. Actually he is more like a greyhound but that’s not the point here really.

Two years at IIM Calcutta was the most amazing time I have spent yet. It was rigorous and yet like a holiday. I have met some of my closest friends there. I have some of my strongest memories from there. All the places, all the things, all the people are still etched very clearly in my head.

It was a very serious institution. We tackled issues that no one dared to touch.

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Sometimes we studied hard.

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Sometimes we even conducted scientific experiments.

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But mostly we just posed.

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And we partied harder.

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You would wonder how did we ever manage to pass with so much posing and partying. Well so did we.

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The solution was simple. The moment exams came, we started praying to the appropriate Gods.

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We did graduate though.

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But we kept wondering how on earth did we do it.

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We had the best sunrise in the world.

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Sometimes the heat got to us.

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But we knew how to cool off.

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When the time came, we packed up and left to conquer distant lands.

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And we celebrated everything. Birthdays. Neighbour’s birthday. Exam success. Exam failure. Sporting success. Sporting failure. Diwali. Holi. New Years. Especially birthdays.

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Sometimes there were differences.

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But they always ended up in laughter.

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Sure, there were freaks.

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But mostly it was lovely place. Filled with amazing people.

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For those two years, it was home. Our home.

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