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Whole New Dimensions For New Council...

Well its time to say good bye by Student Council 2005-06 . AIM has its new council which had took over from today. The new council has been restructured and General Secretary post has been removed. Also there are less no. of people in the council as that will increase the accountability abd responsibility.

We would like to thank all alumni for their support. The time has come for us that we as alumni redefine our role and take our alma mater to new heights. We know most of our alumni are doing extremely well but during this one year of our Alumni Coordinators stint, they found very few alumni who are proactive. The time has come for all of us to be proactive. Let us Roar- Role of Alumni Redefined. We are not here to give sermon but one thing which alumni should appreciate is whenever any leads are provided or any work has to be done, they should first know that an alumni coordinator is working in the same bueracrautic set up like the one in which they had studied.

Now at least things have changed for good. Chalne ko to sab waise hi chalta hai but people are required to show the right direction. We are not beating our own drums but the outgoing council has been able to do exactly the same thing. ( You can confirm the same from my previous councils). There has been regular allegations that the present batches do not participate in fests and all, but the fact is that we are under the WBUT system and unnecessary academic requirements are so much that there is no chance for respite. We hope our juniors will address this particular problem much more efficiently.

Here is the newly elected council's list.

President
Mr. Abhishek Singh

Secretary Student Affairs
Ms. Navjit Kaur
Mr. Rakesh Kumar Jha

Representative Placement Committee
Ms. Suchi Monga
Mr. Avinash Dubey
Representative Computer Lab committee
Mr. Ritesh Kumar

Representative Mess Committee
Ms. Hema Gurung
Mr. Sanjeev Singh

Representative Academic Council
Ms.Sonia Singh
Mr.Sougata Ray

Representative Library Committee
Ms. Riddha Mukhopadhyay

Representative Alumni Committee
Ms. Anusree Bhowmick
Mr. Naveen Yadav


Congratulation to all brand new members of Student Council 2006-07

With Warm Regards,
Student Council 2005-06
Army Institute of Management
Kolkata

New Council


We have already selected our new student's council. This evening we formly sealed the mandate by performing the ritual of PEPSI. Whole M block was very excited; especially those who have lost their seats. We started with The President, who faced it with style. Then there were south ko loot kar mess lootne aaye, our Killer Kumar, followed by new alumni co-ordinator.

Our CLC missed the opportunity; as he was really on job.

Hip Hip hurrey for our new Student's Council....

8th Annual Day of AIM

The NIMC Times

The NIMC Times

In the crack of dawn you crave for more only if there is energy in core, You pop out right at four for a fall-in so austere!


Thanks to pioneers who set the trend of a few traditions that knew no bounds, to those lines that punches you often and to those anthems that were more of a giggle. A place drawn by extreme combatism from jokers to juniors, you're ultimately molding into a corporate mogul! And then comes from the young pumping nerves, "HIGH SIR!" You bett you would grasp, if nothing else, the famous Bhojpuri intro and should have no hassles tieing that knot, without the knot! A time to interact, a time to relate, a time to enact, was the time to live by it.



Drawn to a campus that makes you something out of nothing. Well, talk about it, as Dominique Lapiere calls it, the city of joy e mbodies the love of culture; not to mention the never-ending strikes and bandhs famous for. It's triumph of intellectualism and say over greed. The complete transparency of all emotions, the warmth of genuine humanity and the supremacy of emotions over all other aspects of human existence. As they call it, the city with a soul!



The rest is defined by misty mornings of due remains and quite like mainas that you may count or the chirps in the olive green backyards of koels and woodpeckers that flock high in the aged barks of century old people and bargad and squeals and squeaks of squirrels so fast. Inclusive are the runs and stead fast walks by a few along with the visits to the Nirman for a shape so well defined. Not to mention some whom you can spot right amidst in BBC dribbling it well and a little afar who may have been watching the judgment day for the dooms day all night long. Not long, you may even spot musketeers back from GP, the delightful savor of cost-cutting flavour! At around half past six , you can boast your morning dose with a cup of the so-called tea to quench the long awaited drink. Many a few are still not lucky but are fast in snoozes in the olive backed barracks that are partitioned to furnish quarters well ventilated with network cables. A glance in rooms and outside may reveal you the born muggers, the late night adventurers and the majority for whom speed is worshipped and net is fast. For since alumni has called it the resort to holiday inn, let late evenings surface its actual stride. A place so well chalked out
in an area acre miniature in nature, even Le Corbusier would have praised it's sector-wise demarcations. And much of limelight is from the press when it comes to roll over the headlines, something so important in the making of a manager or a techno-manager! At the daybreak of outmost freedom, for those who abide by the boarding way, life's at its best. An army runs on its stomach, an army institute on a flavorsome meal! Talk about the first meal of the day that not many relish it, the Thursday's paranthas being the most desired; for which many experience sleepless nights. But only if you were the lucky lad could you make your way to the mess or land up knocking on Shushanto's doors! And there you will be in time for the 11 o'clock tea, still uncertain of the lecture or relying on the proxy.



Talk about the tickle tackle and the never ending gossips or the classroom chit chat that always strayed your way for a conversation so sought after. Or do it in the Eden Gardens 'cas it's a safe Spanish Harlem, a place to freak out so often. Or do it on that Puliya , you sure would remember that. The onslaught of the spring made the jokers relished the mango pulp, for which they made their way up on that delightful savor of juicy pleasure. And in detached evenings of Bengal chill, making the pants of warmth of bonfires, hosting the feast with fruit juice and chicken nuggets. For any moment you could still think right to 'by the left' stroll out for a night safari, to Khiddherpore for a second helping, to Setu on bikes, joy rides on trailers, up on that Chimney and why not to the Cellular jail, to the Maidan or surfing up the security covers on the race course! Music outings to Someplace Else for pop nights in this country side for a west side story. NIMC turns into small patches of sundry ventures on every manic Monday and Saturday nights. We explored and we learnt, we followed and preached, the NIMC way.



The evenings were the most happening, the dance parties now and then, not to mention its sharp downfall. The never ending laughter and the wit, the cups that smile with glimmering of sweet wine and beer bottles that knew no bounds, hard rock its most sought after destination. Age shall grow mellow with the thought of it, of a home
far away from home! But till late at dusk you'll find yourself, as clueless as ever, both for you and the better half, still gazing down at the grass or waiting for falling stars to fall in again. This may just be the start of nostalgic evidences and the era of alumni. It would bring an adieu to your long plea for placements and blink the reverie that would open your horizon to a whole new world backed by nerve biting competition. Under the army umbrella you grew to be determined. Those were the days, the NIMC days of jollity and mirth that can never be forgotten. Just tinged with sorrow enough to welcome in, with the heartier " ha ha ha bara maza aaya". Years shall recall the NIMC times that knows no dearth of ready jests and sunshine, of sweet lays and lime, of paranthaas or of anda tarka! All wassails that give birth to bliss that lifts the spirit from the earth of a place so loved of.



All it was a different tale to narrate and learn, ever since alumni used to visit the campus and share their experiences. From juniors in school to brats in college, you guess it was a small place to be. And yes it was, different from the usual stereotype. From kicking the ball to chasing it, you could realize all the importance in sports, from inter football matches to the hooter filled volleyball ones prior to freshers, the most sought after TT, the late night badminton, the university meet, the cricket county matches, with alumni on BBC and what not.



I would have given anything in this world to just get back those days, the ragging of the seniors, those introductions, those mugging up of names, those wake-up calls, those midnight fall-ins, those running routines behind S block, those interactive BBC skits, the hip hops, the fresher dance amidst BBC session time, the penning down of countless articles and presentations, the frightening evenings in the mess, the smile wash, the punch lines and the dubbed anthems...the



NIMC Times!



By Sidharth Kharbanda

MCA 5

NIMC / AIM


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