Graduation day dawned bright and sunny. (add sweltering hot and the fact that it wasn’t any different from any other summer day but that wouldn’t make interesting reading)April 8, 2006

I had to report to the hangar about an hour before scheduled start to be given specific instructions as ‘leader’. All that meant was that I was one of the corner seats and hence had to keep track of two things…when to cut into our row on the way in and to keep a tab on when our row had to stand and make its way to the stage.

Next was to assemble in our allotted classrooms from where we...

ISB puts you through the wringer, beats you up, and spits you out on the other side with a few bruises and memories to last you a lifetime. I wrote these while I was at ISB (Co06) and thought they were so representative of the extremes most students experience on the roller coaster ride that is the year at ISB. Two very different days:

A day in the life - B School Hell Week

Finals after a month and a half of constant (....well maybe not quite constant) studying. It’s surreal how fast the first term at ISB flies by. In the words of Prof.Waterman, we’re being tested on...

This is the story of one year as the calendar goes, but time is relative isn’t it? I feel I lived a lifetime in that one year and was reincarnated – a new me, a different me. That one year packed in so many new and exciting experiences that the journey was one of true discovery – of not only ideas and concepts, but a discovery of friends, a discovery of the self, and a discovery of my beliefs.

The one year at the ISB has been and will continue to be well documented by different people – the maddening pace, the diversity, the excellent faculty, the classroom experience, the study...