I don’t know why I keep going back in time to May-June 2010, this time of the year. It’s been 3 years now, but I still can’t forget my first memories of that place. There must be a stupid internal clock in my brain that has an alarm set to go off this time of the year. The reasons – maybe it was the place itself and the jaw dropping scenery it made me take for granted for a better part of two years. On second thoughts, maybe it had more to do with the ceaseless rain there. (Utterly magical) WordPress statistics for my blog tell me it is the incoming batch looking for information (on girls hostels mostly, going by the keywords or even concerned parents) on life in campus. For the benefit of those about to enter IIM Kozhikode, here are a few photographs you won’t find anywhere else, along with a few tips on what to expect.
Ahh…now I get it. It wasn’t the place, or the rains or the nervous bundle of energy that a young guy walked with, late for the director’s commencement address, to the main gate on the sunny morning of 28th June 2010 when he asked for his hostel room number.
It was the beginning of an association with a fraternity full of brilliant young people, the experiences they made possible and the rough edges they managed to chip away off him.
Nostalgia is such a rabid dog. I am afraid, regret and longing, are rabider.