As the vehicle takes a turn to the left, a hillock gets uncovered. Far from city pollution and noise, in a calm surrounding, over the unwinding roads, behind the lush green trees, lies my college; The Indian Institute of Management, Indore. One glance, and you simply get mesmerized by the look and feel.

            The hill is officially known by the name "Prabandh Shikhar". Quite an exotic name for an exotic place to be in. We know it by the name, "the hillock that never sleeps", and that's quite true due to the inhabitants of this place, buzzing with all kinds of activities, submissions, deadlines till late nights.

The gate is a grand one with the name carved on one side of a wall. It seems so magnificent. As we enter the gate, a line of flowers awaits you. Dancing and swinging in the wind, it gives a feeling of nature to the onlooker. The flowers are of many colors; yellow, red, orange, violet… each one of them so beautiful and elegant, the leaves do not seem to be noticed at all. The road takes us to the foot of the hill where the road keeps moving around the hill to make you reach your destination. But wait!!! Didn't you notice the scenery on the way? If not, you better go and have another look. As the road climbs up the mountain, the world seems to be a bird's eye view. Down below, you can see the road coming from the horizon and vanishing into the horizon on the other side. Lush green fields, full of agricultural activities, small huts at a distance, vehicles moving up and down the road… Sometimes I feel as if I am not at my college but at a hill station. In the morning, if you are able to get up really really early, you can be the lucky one to see the sun rising among the clouds during day-break. In case you are not a early person, you always have the sunset to mesmerize yourself with.

After a small distance, one can see magnificent building awaiting the onlookers. That is my college. The circular structure and grand arches provides it a picturesque image.

            Further down the road, you will find a block of buildings. That's the place I live in. That's my hostel. That's the place which will have a special place in my heart even decades after I move out of this place.

Rahul Banerjee (PGP 2007-09)

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