Aman

It is the time of the year, when seniours are going to start their last semester of this two year journey after wrapping up their final field work or as we in TISS call it Experiential Learning (EL3). On the other hand the juniours would be preparing presentations after their first EL all set to sail for their longest semester at TISS. The journey of ELs are perhaps one the best things of the journey at TISS. There are offcourse so many things which are not just different in TISS but something which leaves permanent mark on our lives. Even after two years now I still remember packing our bags rather stuffing three guy's stuffs into one bag, only to find girls carrying almost double the number of bags even though they were half in number. With all the excitement we reached MGBS and boarded the bus to Achampet. Even though we went there fearing the worst, but I found the villages there much better than what I was used to in Eastern India. There were proper houses, e

It is a fact well known to people around me how much I love public transport. Maybe its the upbringing in Kolkata with a tinge of frugality or maybe its just environmentalism. But I love taking public transport where ever I go here at home or abroad or even in place which are almost foreign in my own country. The best part is I am now getting to work to help improve it in a state. While I deal with lot of facts and figures everyday. There are some instances which go beyond those to highlight the things which many big data sets fail to high light sometimes. And therefore I am going to limit this post to just few observations and not burden with facts and figures. Last evening not so usually I was coming back from AP Secretariat to my friend’s place in Gachibowli riding the Bus No. 216. Mid journey I got a window seat even though I have traveled on this route for last two years, so many times I cannot resist looking out of the window for these are just few day I have in this city.

Now that I am done with the last presentation of last semester. Ending with a issue which got me started on this journey. So it all happened that in June 2013 some city cops (Chief of them an IIT grad) woke up and thought lets ban cycles and rickshaws they don't look Londonny enough. I wondered people will just gulp it down as well. But then this was Kolkata. And so some young and some old people got together to fight this ban. In my life everything was going good. I was going places, having my own Swadesh moments. And thought of work for last one or two years, but then went to XIMB and my close friend while giving a campus tour rekindled the desire to pursue higher education. And so on a rainy day in front of Lalbazar I found myself asking my boss (an MBA) about so many things about MBA. But destiny had something different planned for me. As the monsoon progressed and cleaned the city and flooded as well. Emotions in mind did same things as well. Here was I in city where more