Among the vast multitudes of aspirants fighting for their place at a B-school, a few hundred landed at IMT Ghaziabad. With high hopes and higher dreams, these aspirants had one among them with a big fat belly and a more immense, fatter rucksack on his back.
The first day at IMT was a mixture of emotions with meeting all new faces but identifying a few active on Whatsapp and telegram groups the past few months. Going through the amphitheatre and the basketball court reached G-Block. Climbing the stairs of hope to a future that I hadn't even the courage to dream of. G-209, roommate -Aditya, seeing the newly painted walls and the green marble floor, I knocked at the door. A tall boy with a big smile opened the door; he was all set in the room and had his guitar on the bed. Oh, so a musician, I can sing a little, we could jam. Who knew that's all we would do for the whole month. Dropping my bags and seeing my dad putting up the curtain, I rushed to help, but my mom was spreading the bed sheets, so I ran there. Confused, I found Aditya come up to put up the curtains, so I helped mom set the bed. We then went out to see the campus, not so big coming from UPES, Dehradun. I felt okay I could survive here.
SKIP
Induction lasted for 3 days, with grappling sessions and meditation(PS - the college knew we would need it for the next two years). Foundation classes started with a desire to focus on academics and ignoring all suggestions by seniors that it's not that important. I sat on the first bench the first week. But I soon found myself on the 3rd bench with a new friendship with Vaibhav and Krishna. By year-end, these two will become a phenomenal part of my life at IMT.

