A Day at Hogwar..err..ISB

I get up to the sound of my alarm, snooze it and go back to sleep again. 10 minutes later the maid rings the bell and this drags me out of the bed. I open the door and hand over the clothes to be washed and then close the door and come back to the room. The bed looks inviting and I am about to crash again when the alaram wakes up from its snooze and makes that awful sound again!
I cut it off and stand there rubbing my eyes and look at my table. I see the latest edition of Harry Potter and wish for a moment that I had a time-turner which would allow me to go back a few hours in time, to sleep again!!
I make my way for the morning ablutions and dress up quickly and again, like so many previous occasions curse myself for not getting up early because I am going to miss the breakfast, you see! My eyes again fall on the HP book and this time I long for a portkey to get myself transported to the class room from the SV. But the reality is that we are “muggles” and so walk you will, from the SV to the class room.
As I lock the room and rush out I imagine ISB to be Hogwarts and smile to myself at the thought of apparating right in the middle of JR’s class.
I rush into the dining hall and gulp down a glass of juice and then grab a cup of coffee and then run towards the lift. There will always be people to give me company in this last minute rush and 5 minutes later, we are well into the first class of the day.
Classes in ISB are fun for multitudes of reasons. No, there are no star gazing sessions taught by Trelawney here, and lest I be mistaken to be a nerd, let me quickly clarify that the fun aspects come from not so much so the course in itself, but the behavior of the class.
There is no limit to the kind of innovative things you can do in the class – count the number of people who sleep, number of times the marathon sleepers’ fall down, struggle to wake up and then again fall down. Count the number of people chewing gum in the class (at least 1), count the number of people who listen to each and every word that the prof utters and then hastily write it down, time the entry of the last comer and see if he/she beats his/her earlier record. If you have a like minded person sitting next to you, then there is no concept of a boring class!
But all said and done, you do listen to the prof in between all these and try to absorb the pearls of wisdom (well most of them at least!)
If it is a class with CP and if it has weightage in excess of 10%, then you can be sure of some electrifying comments from the junta! There are people who makes points which are very relevant and if it from people with the relevant background and people of stature, then you shut up and listen to them – there is nothing which beats real life experience after all!!
There are also people who go on and on just for the sake of air time and makes you wish you had an invisibility cloak which you could have worn and gone over and clonked them on their heads!!
1 hour into the class and then the break – when the sleepy heads rush out for a coffee and the nicotine heads rush out for their “Breath of fresh air”!!!!!
The same story goes on and the classes for the day get over. The dedicated souls go back to their Quads/LRC for starting off the readings for the next day whereas the others hang around at the café for a cup of coffee and pakodas / samosas and make plans for badminton/booze!!
So you head off to the recreation centre and have a good 1 hour of badminton/gym/squash, you pick your choice! But hey, there are the club meetings and the speaker sessions to be attended, so you rush off to them one after the other! Lord Voldermort would have had it so easy, what with his 7 parts; he could have attended 7 different sessions/clubs at the same time!

You then trudge back to Goel for yet another mundane dinner (for lack of variety) and when you are in absolutely no mood to have another goel meal, you choose its cousin, the café!!
After the dinner, you get back to the room and start preparing for the “day”! Starting with the assignment and pre-reads, the google chats/blogging in between for the resourceful who are good at multi-tasking. Heinously long cases are skimmed with a speed which would have put the fire-bolt to shame! Speed reading is one talent which you pick up by the second term at ISB!
A welcome break in between this madness of reading at night is provided by the birthday celebrations at the pool. Ok, so who gets dunked? The birthday boy/girl and then the study group mates, then the quaddies, then the classmates. What?!! Did you say classmates?!! Yes!!! Whoever goes to the pool gets dunked, unless they keep a poker straight face and convey that they are suffering from some illness, which if one drop of water falls on their body will endanger them gravely!!
The dunk-mania ends with the cutting of the cake and the decorating of the birthday boy/girl’s face with the largest piece of cake!

And so the days overlap with each other and one class leads to an assignment to a meeting to a booze/party to a dunking to a badminton match to a mid term exam to another class and it goes on and on!!
Time flies here at ISB and once in a while that dreaded mail comes which says that XXX marks have been uploaded…..!
And then, when you go and look at your 6 weeks worth of cram results, you so wish you could have said “Repairo” and swhoosh, the marks changed to something less draconic!!
Much like the Hogwartz world, we come to love and hate ISB, with the former taking the upper hand!!
Sigh! I wish I had a wand!!