Life of a PGPEMer @ IIMB
We are in the middle of the sixth semester now—a strange place to be. Not quite at the end, but far enough in to feel the weight of the journey. The strain of the marathon is real— the cognitive fatigue, calendar chaos, and the constant juggling.
But I also feel a slow tug of war at play that comes in every now and then...
A sense that the mid-life churn that brought many of us here—that restlessness, that need to reimagine or restart— to the slow, simmering tension of “what did I do all this for?”, “what next?”, and “will it all be worth it?”
Versus the quiet melancholic tug that says, beneath the assignments, readings, deadlines, and late-night cohort calls, there’s something else that's brewing ---- that it’s almost over.
This phase feels like the last few kilometres of a marathon—not the most glamorous, but perhaps the most defining. We are tired, but strangely alive. Maybe every class is starting to feel more precious. Every group project feels like a memory in the making. We already seem to be almost reminiscing: the inside jokes, the flurry of WhatsApp pings, the nervous energy before presentations, the post-class banter that continues till someone says bhai "nai milega" ;)
There is so much I want to do still. And so much I want to take in before this chapter closes.
But maybe that’s the gift of this moment—to sit in the in-between.
To feel the weight of all that has been learned, and the ache of what is about to end. And to know that this strange mix of fatigue and fulfilment is a sign that something meaningful happened here.
So here’s to making it this far.
To the versions of ourselves that we met, dropped, and re-discovered along the way.
And to the bittersweet clarity of almost there.
