Deadlines are sacrosanct

 ” Deadlines are Sacrosanct “The three magical words every Bschool graduate gets to hear very often. The phrase has been used many times by all, however, its importance, it seems, is yet to be known to many. The only sacrosanct rule at all IIMs is punctuality.

Good Management is only appreciated in its absence. So, while waiting for my food order in a queue made me realize how unaccustomed I have become to queues, waiting, and things not happening as they are supposed to. This further made me admire the beauty of time and how efficiently things happen in IIM Kashipur.

 I remember my first week of induction which was by far the busiest and most rewarding schedule as I was given a rehearsal for the life waiting ahead for me. I was reassured over and over that we will sail through it and no one has ever died of insomnia. For a moment 24 hours felt quite less seeing the ocean of things lined up -course work, assignments, enrolments, orientation sessions, alumni meet, student body meets, senior interactions, batch meets round the clock and then you have sacrosanct deadlines for them.

 If you want to know the value of one minute, ask the person who missed their deadline by a minute and has been awarded one grade lower than what they would have received if they had submitted the assignment on time.

 All this is done not to scare anyone nor does any faculty enjoy doing so, it is done to make us part of an erudite culture that values time above all commitments. As every management institute does, the IIM Kashipur framework serves as a paradigm of effective management. All tasks are done from a “better never than late” mentality, based on the central principle of punctuality. 

 The obligation of punctuality extends not only to students but also to both faculty and staff. No one is permitted to waste someone else’s time, resulting in a super-efficient system.When you have grown used to such a culture indoctrinated for the system to function smoothly, even a 15-minute line seems weird.

So my only tip is value and plan things ahead of time and keep an action plan ready for last moment hiccups. My go strategy for the same was to simply set all my clocks ahead by 15 minutes (and then forget about it).

About the Author:
Sakshi Poddar a Computer Science Engineer by qualification is now pursuing MBA (Analytics) from IIM Kashipur. She is a part of various student bodies like the Media and Public Relations Committee and Admission Support Body. She is an IT professional with 2 years of experience in Hewlett Packard Enterprise. She loves traveling and dancing. You can connect with her on LinkedIn

A traveler of time- by Mohib Ahmed

These are lines written by me as I was pondering what it would be like to travel time. I wanted to go against the established Romanticism around traveling time, the exploration and discovery and what I really wanted was to shun the idea of using it as a plot device.
What I set out to accomplish, was to understand and explore how psychedelic it would be to travel time, how one might lose track of what’s happening as everything, at least to his or her mind, is happening at once as he or she can see time, not as a moment in which he or she is, but stretched out, all moments combined.
I wanted to explore what toll it would take on one’s body and mind.
The poem is in free verse, so it goes against common notions of poems as being rhythmic.
For those who do not know what free verse is, its a form of poetry devoid of rhythm, meter or any musical pattern. I like that form because it is raw and I believe that though putting words in a rhythm is an art in and of itself, much of the intimacy and urgency is lost in trying to write your thoughts while figuring out a rhythm for them.

A traveler of time

Lost in time, shattered reality.
Confusion, apprehension, panic
Like bare live wire, megawatts of
Electricity, explosions, illuminate
The insides of the brain.

Vestiges of fading memories,
Interposed one between another,
A negative on a negative on a negative,
Inverted hues, inside out,
Unfamiliar, ethereal, images amalgamated.

Past swallowed by the future,
Future becomes the present.
Few moments stretched over an eternity.
A rubber band stretched for light years,
Your consciousness thins

Reality bleeds of color,
Drained black and white, gaunt face
Looking into gaunt eyes, the mirror
Reflections, lost to the ripples of
The horizon-less sea, infinite

This poem is created by Mohib Ahmed, Batch of 2018-20, IIM Kashipur