To Joka?

Reality is stranger than fiction. And, yet, there's a sense of tranquility that reality brings with it.

Till a couple of months back, everything was in place. I was to fly off to US, do my MBA and what not. My mind was so preoccupied with it that I started getting constant nightmares, thinking about all the work I'll have to do - cooking, cleaning, traveling and, yeah, studying. The Dollar-Rupee exchange rate was the first thing that I started noticing in the newspaper. And, the thought of leaving behind friends was haunting me. All in all, I guess a cocktail of fear, unexpectedness, excitement and sorrow started creeping in.

But, alas, things were not to happen the way I thought they will.

Rapid events flashed in front of my eyes and here I was, packing my bags for Joka - a small nondescript place in the outskirts of Kolkata. Where in Joka? The famed Indian Institute of Calcutta, or IIMC, as everyone knows it. Probably, a place millions dream to be and yet it seemed so incidental to me. The dreaded interviews and group discussions were, to be honest, okay. They seemed more like casual chit-chats and, at times, heated arguments. I guess they'll take there revenge once I am there.

So, here I am, off to IIMC Joka - the breathtaking campus of lakes, birds, rains, mosquitoes and, most importantly, the people.

People@Joka - Beware :P