3 more lectures, 3 end-term examinations and a presentation- that is all that remains of my 2-year MBA course. All this while, there have been lectures and more lectures, presentations, assignments, interviews, internship, more lectures, more… But I am no fan of the hour and a half long monologues in the class, and I hate doing assignments, so logically I should be excited. But it somehow is not the case.

There have been a few other things as well- the night outs, long useless chats, leg pulling and fighting over stupid issues, singing at 4 in the morning, trying to learn guitar today, flute tomorrow, PJs that make no sense at all, fighting sleep just for another trip to Athika, the same not-so-good tea, the dawn-breaks and fruitless attempts to figure out the reason for keeping up so late, long bike rides at arbit hours, sleeping all through the day, waking each other up and blabbering or listening to the same while doing that, watching movies or sitcoms and making the best use of the newly-learnt jargons, discussing deep philosophies, sharing deepest hidden feelings… the list seems to have no end. Do I even need to say what I will remember IIMB for?

My stomach giving me the same restless feeling again… I don’t know why my stomach starts churning at such thoughts…