By “certain times”, we do hope you mean the mid-terms, the end-terms, the pre-reads, the submissions… or not. One never knows in MICA =)
I’m sitting alone in my room, which will be singly inhabited for the next week due to a runaway virus that infected a certain organized cellular entity within the physical manifestation of my room-mate. The forthcoming solitude is looked forward to – watching the offensive comedy of “The Big Bang Theory” without headphones, reading out aloud because I like hearing the sound of my voice articulating the delicious amalgamation of syllables that are the abodes in fantasy-fiction books and dumping my clothes on the extra bed and chair.
The gloriousness that is MICA shall never be taken for granted - the one B-school that that gives you the luxury of studying what you want, being who you want to be (except for “certain times” of the year) and propagating bad music to adjoining hostel rooms without any effort. Thank you, Palaash!
(mutters curses sunder breath) (proceeds to assassinate the person who’s going on a very annoying Yash Raj/Karan Johar trip)