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.
