The first month at DSM has been a nice mix of fun, leisure, conviviality, hard work, stress, and occasional boredom. It all started on a high note. We were supposed to report to the auditorium to attend the honorable vice chancellor’s opening address. The ambience in the auditorium was electrifying. The vice chancellor and the other dignitaries stepped on the dais and welcomed the newest members of the institute. He then delivered a highly motivational speech that gave us all a sense of eternal assurance and security.
On my way out of the auditorium, I saw some familiar faces—probably the ones whom I met during the interview—whom I tried approaching but they seemed totally occupied among themselves. So, I preferred to move on. Keeping a sense of directions in such a humongous campus is far from easy. I finally managed to reach the famous canteen in the mechanical block. I was greeted by a tempting aroma that was too hard to be overlooked. I satiated my appetite by hogging on to motley of delicious and affordable food items. It was almost 6 pm when I realized that it was getting late for home.
On the second day, we all assembled in the classroom and were warmly greeted by our faculty members. Our programme mentor asked us to form groups of four. The group was to be named based on an attribute that was common to all the team members. We were given fifteen minutes to talk among our respective groups. On the turn of the group, the members were required to introduce each other with emphasis on career goals, hobbies and achievements. The activity helped break the ice between us all as the sense of strangeness gradually subsided. The first week breezed past as one by one we got acquainted with all the faculty members. Unfortunately, we could only meet a couple of our seniors as most of them were still busy with their internships.
The second week marked the beginning of a new chapter in all our lives. It challenged us to new limits as we were bombarded with case-studies, assignments, and presentations. The fact that classes extended till 8 O’clock in the evening didn’t help our cause. It is said that when the going gets tough, the tough get going. It is true to a great extent except that when that time actually comes those who are not tough also get going, but in the exact opposite direction. The seniors came in time to our rescue. They suggested us different ways to manage our time. Apart from electing class representatives, we were also asked to elect representatives to the placement committee. Through the faculty’s guidance, we managed to elect able representatives for all the four posts. By the end of the week we were back on the right track—albeit with a new vigor.
As the third week started, the speculations got rife regarding the fresher’s party. Toast, RajouriGardenwas finalized as the venue while Thursday the 18th was chosen as the auspicious day. The stage was set and the razzmatazz was about to begin. The appetizers were being served and the smell of the booze got too overwhelming to resist. As soon as we rocked the dance floor a sudden telepathic link was established between our bodies and the music that was unleashed at the whim of the DJ. The synergy of the music and booze got us all transfixed in a state of stupor while our bodies acted of their own accord as if responding to some divine rhythm. Hours passed by but our bodies refused to slow down. The state of trance sustained long after the DJ had stopped playing the music. By the time we got back to our senses, it about 7 O’clock in the evening.
The party had finally brought us all together and under that roof we were united like never before. A union such as this one was essential not only to make us break free of all bonds but also to make us experience a sense of togetherness and camaraderie that would go a long way in directing us towards a common triumph: the exaltation of Delhi School of Management. The party had finally ended—though only in the literal sense—but it did leave us all with an ineffable sense of fulfillment and satisfaction.