One fine morning, we all reached Joka
Saw the clouds in the sky, trees around the lakes and sung together
Every now and then we drew a roadmap for ourselves
Using our own colours, we painted our own universe
We saw our little dreams of making it big here
We had our own crushes, fights and parties
It was as if time stood still for all of us
There was no reason for us to pretend
We all had so much fun together
All were young and full of life
Those two years seemed to be so long back then
And now when I look back, they were passed by even before I could blink
I often come back here to look at it
Here upon this windy old asphalt road
Still stands the jetty complementing the lake
The old class rooms, alongside the new ones
I always carry the memories of how it used to be
A constant reminder of the bonds we built
I'll never forget all that Joka taught me
And all that it made me achieve
I always hoped that one day we'll all reunite
Recollect and relive those moments. And the time has come
The above written poem has been penned by me expressing the views of an alumnus from the 1983 batch of IIM Calcutta, after interacting with him.
