The nostalgic Hultian meet

Walk the road & be bold
A walk to remember when you are old
That’s what Hult meant to all of us- A celebration

The Hultians Met and it was nostalgic

At the dusk of a cool December amidst the hi, hellos, hollas, bonjours and the air kisses, sitting at The Walk overseeing the opulence of Jumeriah, sipping a cup of coffee watching the chariots of luxury zoom by, as my heart swayed into the bliss of human imagination, I somehow was falling deep into the mirage of funamblistic fight between nature and man. As the conversation started with my long lost friends, a déjà vu propelled with a blend of euphoria swirled into our mystic sense of being, our minds transcended back to the day we stepped into the gardens of Russell Square, the place where it all began. As low frequency waves get modulated over high frequency carrier waves, our spec of unpolarised energy got crafted into the future leaders of business and ethos. As our camaraderie grew by leaps and bounds during those exacting days, a sense of expectant fulfillment was lurking around the corner, we were all like props on a deserted stage, awaiting the entry of the principal actor who alone would give us the meaning once more. Before we could soak it all up, the year of school life had sauntered away and the audacity of its soulful influence was to hold us together for the rest of our lives.

As we set out on that road of professional fact finding, we did nothing but assure ourselves about our inner abilities, we learnt how to market ourselves to the corporate on and off campus. The journey from mutual concern & agony to collective success was immensely satisfying. Throughout the length of our shared escapades, we discovered each other once again-our strength, our weakness..

As the smell of the freshly brewed coffee by the barista filled the air, the talk converged on similar ideology; we were amused to find that all our talks concentrated to the experience we were enriched with or that was embarked upon us by our Alma Mater or maybe it was the diversity in the thinking we all had or it was the sheer brilliance of our School to pitch in a blend to us.

The answer to perhaps the only attempt of showing gratitude towards my alma mater was some how deeply engraved in myself and I felt an urge for a platform from deep within to showcase what it all meant to me and all of us, the species called the Hultians; to be part of such a plethora of diverse experience converged into one called the Hult Experience.

As I go back to building power plants across the globe, the most comforting state of mind is the state of dilemma and as I walk the path less travelled, I always remember what my fellow Hultian would do in my foot to walk ahead.

On the conquest of faith & fame lets take a “noble way”, the iconoclastic needs to be tamed.

Walk the road & be bold
A walk to remember when you are old
That’s what Hult meant to all of us- A celebration
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