A tribute to the 2009-11 batch of SCMHRD...... and a snapshot of my journey for the past two years at this mind-blowing place, with some of the smartest brains from this country !! :)
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The MBA dream, though hard to pursue,
Was a piece of cake for a chosen few.
They were those who made adversity their haven,
Such were the Warriors of Nine-Eleven.
The obscure Hinjewadi served as the battlefield,
But the Nine-Eleven’ers had obedience as their shield.
Inspite of trials and tribulations many,
They held on with their agreeableness so uncanny.
Fixed seating arrangement was the first shocker they faced,
With malice from the Academics it was laced;
But igniting their minds from a Teacher so dear,
Away from this, the Nine-Eleven’ers did steer.
As a thorough adventure, the OBL was spent,
New dimensions to their personalities it lent;
New friends were made; old ties broken,
Virtual friends till now; first time they had spoken.
Study group dynamics, soon started to unfold,
Some found soul mates; some, miseries untold.
Roomie-love blossomed behind quite a many doors,
While many still explored: the mess, gym and ‘Sweety’ Stores.
The gears soon shifted as Examinations pulled their trigger,
Releasing missiles called FCQs to push up the rigour.
Seniors poured in soon- A bitter sweet association,
Many talents were revealed during the ice-breaking sessions.
Committee interviews were scheduled and resumes were sent,
It was then that the Warriors realised what ‘nocturnal’ meant.
‘Milaap’ was an experience, few had expected,
But ‘Aarambh’ was when the HRD spirit was detected.
August began, and In the swine flew,
To battle Academics or H1N1, the Warriors had no clue
With masks on their faces and hearts full of dare,
They faced the Grand Daddy, and respite was declared.
The scorching heat of ‘Summers’, September did bring in,
Friendships was tested and cemented as kith and kin,
The first season exams soon ended, with much relief,
The feat of surviving it all, left many with disbelief.
Season two marked the beginning of a different harmony,
The campus seemed a better place and not as harsh or stony.
Warriors rallied in Drives and Pitches, visiting places near and far,
All corners of the campus cried: “Neev O Nine is War”
The festive clouds parted soon,
Food poisoning brought in a depressing gloom.
But Warriors emerged rolling up their sleeves,
Standing hand-in-hand, driving away the grief.
The Admissions Week was one hugely awaited,
A kind of stir this had indeed created.
Upholding the name of their B-School so high,
Some Warriors would notice a nymphet and sigh !
Summers soon arrived and mettles were tested,
Warriors outplayed many, wielding their swords encrusted.
Corporates swooned as Warriors emerged show-stoppers,
This was evident from the number of Pre-placement Offers.
As the superiors departed, the baton was passed,
To the Warriors, to uphold the B-School mast.
“Do unto them as we did to you,
Keep up the tradition of a HRDian true.”
As Season three progressed, a fact became clear,
The time was ripe for the Goal so dear.
A meaty career was what every Warrior kissed,
And P&G bagged the cream of what HUL missed !
With War Room, Envidea & Stratedge at their feet,
The Warriors know no obstacle nor afraid of a defeat.
Conclaves & Symposiums; they left nothing to neglect,
At Neev Ten, they even gave to Chaos, Effect.
As the Warriors now stand at tomorrow’s threshold,
Minds sharpened and their tales twice-told,
In their hearts and minds there is action still hidden,
Such are the Warriors of Nine-Eleven !
