In 2010, when GIM was planning to shift its campus here on this plateau, the Dhangars disappeared ‘mysteriously’. Nobody ever knew what happened to them as they never came back to claim their belongings.
But that year, as I recollect, the local politician won the elections with a hefty margin.
It’d been three months since you have been wait listed mail hit by inbox. Every day, I would call up the lady at the admission department hoping for an upward movement in my wait list, but in vain.
Somehow, she would figure out it’s me even though I tried different versions of Hi’s and Hello’s at the beginning of the conversations with varied accents.
I could hear a sarcastic smile in the tone of her voice every time she replied with a “Hey Pravin!’’
“It’s you again!” I would gently complete her sentence in my mind before I asked my routine question, “Any movement in the wait list?’’.
They were probably overwhelmed by the no. of calls they got every day, but I didn’t give up. I kept calling in different voices, asked my friends to call, went there personally to inquire, but my wait list no. in Goa Institute of Management never came down to single digits.
That Euphoric Moment!
As the classes for the new batch began, my hopes for admission perished. I was mentally preparing myself for another gap year when out of nowhere, I got a callback one evening saying I have been offered the last seat in GIM and that I would have to join classes from the next day itself.
It was unreal! I was blank for a few moments and then suddenly with adrenaline flying through my blood, I finished up all the packing in less than 2 hours and was all set to be a hostelite, for the first time in my life.
GIM, God’s own b-school as it is rightly called, is located on a sprawling 50 acre plot surrounded by the idyllic foothills of the Western Ghats.
Not so long ago, nomadic community of Goa, the Dhangars, wandered freely through these Ghats and the nearby areas where they had established their settlements but preferred to live socially isolated so as to not violate the rules of the town.
For centuries, they grazed their cattle on the open plateau, adjacent to their sacred burial grounds (where the Wi-Fi tower and Hostel 3 of GIM is located currently!)
But in 2010, when GIM was planning to shift its campus here on this plateau, the Dhangars disappeared ‘mysteriously’.
Nobody ever knew what happened to them as they never came back to claim their belongings. But that year, as I recollect, the local politician won the elections with a hefty margin.
My mind seemed wholly taken up by a deep feeling of guilt soaked in dark reminiscences of the past as I walked through the gates of GIM.
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