Strains of Texas Flood fill my ears as I quietly brood over a cup of coffee. Wondering how life would have been without the blues , Stevie Ray Vaughan and XIMB.A month and half stint here has brought me closer to myself.19 months of work had left me low on life quotient. They claim b-schools leave you breathless with little time for anything else. I nearly bought that argument. Somehow the culture of Jhabier has curiously made sure that you have that little window for yourself. The campus has had a calming influence , unveiling a erstwhile hidden place of refuge after intellectually-sapping sessions during the day. Maybe its those pristine morning skies hanging over the trees lining the avenues of XIM reminding you that you can probably live more. Listen to sounds that were drowned in the cacophony of meandering meetings masquerading as corporate talk , see the sights obscured by company forecasts, the smell of rain-soaked grounds and more. It could be the famous culvert outside the hostels or even the benches in the football fields beckoning you to stop and give yourself some time. Time to reflect, introspect and rule the kingdom that is your Self. Time to find peace in the maelstrom of quizzes and assignments. And to know that the best company you have is you.
“Amidst the prevailing chaos
Of words lashing all around
You seem to hear my silence
And the echoes that resound.So glad to be born this way
Not even death can do us apart
Because I am you and you are I
And I’m your only friend.”Maddi
August 29th, 2008 at 7:23 pm
When do you get the time…I would love to know:)
September 30th, 2009 at 6:04 pm