Call of the Alma Mater

A jaunt through Delhi University is always accompanied by a sense of adventure. Permanent University dwellers and wizened campus veterans alike, gush about discovering something new every time such an expedition is carried out. Lot of ink has been spilled on what makes the University remarkable and unique — lush green foliage, old school architecture, hidden food havens, student diversity and a plethora of reputed world class institutions. But there is more to it than that, something ineffable. The University is a throbbing microcosm full of possibilities and there is perpetual excitement in the air which makes it one of a kind.

I have been, in one way or the other, associated with the University ever since my undergraduate days. Regrettably though, I received my engineering degree from a school which claimed to be a part of the University but was neatly tucked away on the outskirts of Delhi (bordering Haryana) with no obvious ties to the Campus. Suffice to say, it was an association on paper rather than in spirit.

On a fine summer day in 2008, I made my way to the University in the hope of becoming a corporate sellout. I distinctly remember stopping near the Vishwavidyalaya Metro Station and drinking in the sights and sounds, briefly forgetting about the impending interview. The moment stretched around me and before I knew it, I was at my destination.

The University houses a single dilapidated red building for its MBA programme and yet one cannot help but fall in love. The rickety signboard at the entrance, the splintered wooden chairs in the classrooms and the capricious air conditioning all weave an extremely potent spell which lasts a lifetime. And I too, like many others before me, fell prey to that magic on my first visit. The decision to join FMS was made even before I appeared for its interview despite having numerous calls from other premier B-schools. It was in hindsight one of the easiest decisions I have ever taken.

A recent visit to the University on a crisp winter morning stirred up some fond memories. This post is a homage to a revered institution, not to mention a break from my mundane finance related articles.

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