D-school my play ground

The sign board that reads “Delhi School of Economics”, has become a usual sight for us, perhaps we don’t even care to pull our neck up to have a glance at it. We so easily get used to things that they lose their essence of existence.
But do u remember the first day you walked through the portals of the “D-School” with an enthusiasm in your blood to be the first among the equals? I am sure it must have instilled a sense of pride and fulfilment in your hearts. The greatness of this institute that does not discriminate between the rich and the poor, the challenged and the advantaged is known to all. Through the decades it has been a centre of learning and practise. The very air of this place is said to bring a current of discovery and knowledge that can enlighten any soul.
We are all privileged to be a part of this great institute. As we spend two years of immense learning here, it will change our lives for good. Many of us will go on to become the who’s who of the future. Yes, we owe it all to this temple of learning. Each and everyone who is a part of this institute is special, and then there is MHROD. Don’t mistake me for the course that is being taken up by intelligentsia over here, but a little boy, who in fact has got the privilege of growing up inside this great institute. He was named after our course by one of my thoughtful peers for the qualities he saw in that little boy that perhaps required a sharper vision and a deeper insight.
Have we ever bothered to ask his name? Have we ever wondered how old he is? To be candid, I am very much the same. Until today it never bothered me much if he even existed and please excuse me, that even after this self realisation, I still don’t know the answers to the above mentioned questions. It is not even required, it will not fetch us extra credits in our mark sheets if we actually know the name of a forsaken child who wanders across the D.S.E campus, all this is not relevant! Every time we ask Deepu to get us our cup of tea and make it fast. We fail to realise a number of things. (Let it be known that I had to call one of my peers to know the name of this boy again)
The odds against these children, though, being nurtured in this reputed institute, of getting a fair education are strong. Two years at DSE will make us formidably well off, but all these years they will spend here watching batches of students come and go , without someone offering them a warm glance .These children will stay without the dexterity to even spell out their own names.
The institute that has lighted up the society with the alumni it has produced unfortunately will not be able to do any good to these children. It’s not a blame game that I am playing around here. Off course they are not enrolled as students here, so does that mean that they are not a part of this institute? Is it only after an enrolment that the institute is liable to impart knowledge? I think not. Its time that we all rise up to this cause and do something about it! This endeavour may be laughed at, it may not seem to be a flashy entry upon our C.V’s but it may change the course of someone’s life, that someone who might end up being just as great as DSE itself. All because of the days, he spent as a child, wandering across the corridors of the DELHI SCHOOL OF ECONOMICS.

Inside the campus

When you prepare for your MBA entrance exam at times you sit with your Mock paper on a Sunday evening and wonder what you would be doing on this particular date at this very moment next year in some college. Well to start with may be a number of you have not done it but for me I used to do it all the time. When you are on the other side of the gate you just think what kind of people really get inside these really fancy B-schools. I always had a feeling that studying management at the post graduate level would mean slogging day in and night out, where you would have nothing else to do but sit with your eyes glued on the L.C.D screen of your laptop. You would have to read the ET page by page so as to keep yourself updated for the enlightened discussions at the canteen.
I will not say that MHROD is not all that I have said above however it’s anything but slogging and rote memory, its learning by thinking and working but definitely not slogging. What puts MHROD a league apart is the chilled out portion, sitting in front of the J.P tea stall and having a cup of tea almost every evening and not knowing who actually paid for it and then at times ordering your own and a few more cups of tea and in the end not getting your own cup! Now that’s the fun part it’s more like a family, regular photo sessions, that at times when you are flipping through the images on your computer you keep wondering “when was this shot!” but frankly each and every moment spent here in this campus deserves to be captured.
Talking of the two hour long classes ,sitting there you realise how true the theory and concept of learning curves are, every time a question is put up simply burying you face and hoping someone else to answer but it’s never your lucky day you are always caught off guard when you want it the least .No matter how bored you are, you try and look attentive, and then during the classes no matter in which direction you turn your head there will be a face smiling back at you to keep you going and you end up falling in love with this place more and more.
Now that I am inside the gate I know what it’s like it’s not just a placement that has made this connecting tie between us and MHROD.Its much more than that it’s to get inspired to improve yourself by every passing day. Its about fighting above your daily trifles and emerging a winner.MHROD in no way is going to change you but defiantly its going to help you get rid of all your flaws and make you better. You can get an MHRODian out of MHROD but you cannot get MHROD out of an MHRODian.Once an MHRODian you are branded for life.