The reason i am writing this post is because of this pic, which i saw on facebook today!! i won't mind confessing that yess , m getting nostalgic.......
Its going to be almost 3 years i have been passed out from AIMT, an MBA institute called as resort by most of us.
I still remember the very first day when we were all strangers, were looking each other in a much shocked way a if how are we going to survive in this place, which looks like cut out from the civilization.
and then it was the 2 years process which has made us to remember this place. in the beginning groups were forming, and which kept on changing which every passing semester. and so does the trend was noticed in the couple who were so busy in discovering new kopchas.and the photo shoots which was never ending
we use to have parties in every semester, and den the frequency was changed to monthly. we have seen the good seniors who have shown us , what actual this word Senior means. and luckily we also got the chance to prove the same word on our juniors.
In this entire tenure we have made groups. Mine was the Black Gang which later changed to sultanat. and member got their proper designation in the darbar and an unique name too.we had parties on the roof tops.and bunking from the class and coming to sector-18 to watch the morning show and McD's aalo tikki burger.
It was going so smooth that we actually forgot that we have to leave this place very soon, the sultanat will break very soon. and time had come , we passed with good results but sad to say with almost nothing in hands on the name of placements.
If i look at now, most of us are working, doing good in life. whenever i meet any of my MBA friends i feel like saying...placements nahi mili to kya hua??
I have made friends, friends for life time!!
