I was watching her unleash her full force upon the campus… I was amazed at the strength which she possesses. I was amazed at her creation, her sustenance, her charm and her beauty. Flashes of lightning illuminated the sky. I was holding an ‘advanced microprocessor’ camera that boasted of image stabilization, face recognition and such other advanced features. But even the finest inventions of mankind were inadequate to capture those intricate moments of nature of which we are part. Those moments that turned the pitch dark horizon into daylight. Those moments when the ghost like trees turned into a painter’s imagination captured on a canvas with beautiful fields at the foreground. Those moments that made me muse about how trivial human beings were against the power of nature. The rain was beating down like hell. Raindrops were illuminated against the backdrop of the lights that shone upon the pathway at the campus. Millions of water droplets stolen from the earth by the process of evaporation were being gifted back to the ground in the purest of form. The roar of thunder that was heard after lightning struck confirmed that light travels faster than sound. All the laws of physics were being proven one after the other… The physics of light… the physics of sound… the physics of nature. It was the best display of mother nature’s elegance. The elegance that captured the imagination of many a scientist, many a geologist, many an anthropologist – all captivated by her beauty,beauty that encouraged those great men to unravel the secrets that she holds. I stood before her, humbled by her power, humbled by her beauty, a beauty that held me in her grip ever since I knew that I existed.
At Great Lakes Institute of Management, it is not uncommon for folks to stay up late. Those who do revel, in the beauty that night brings in… the mysteries that it unlocks before us. With a rare opportunity of a day off, many of us were roaming around aimlessly on the corridors of the hostels late at the night. The sudden downpour of rain brought about a dramatic change in the atmosphere. The eerie sound of wind blowing through the corridors threatening to dislodge the clothes from their mounts, coupled with the spray of water droplets that were caressing the exposed portions of our skin. It was a feeling of liberalization, the feeling of freedom, a feeling of pride. Pride for the institution, for its founder, for all the things that we could do because of one man who simply would put his heart and soul into building this institute, his child. Of the man who is so fast paced that very few of the 25yr olds could match. The future that lay ahead of us, the opportunities that this 1 year of education would provide, the rewards that we would reap. All this made possible by the one man who had a vision, a vision of liberalization for the youth of the nation, a vision of the ultimate freedom for this country. He dreamt of an institute that boasted the best of faculties and facilities combined. A campus that would be the cynosure for all who visit it. A campus that is built not by bricks, but by hearts and souls of the students and staff who are headed ably by the man himself.
Avinash CR [mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org]