I never have looked at my wardrobe carefully enough. In fact, I remember a certain consultant storming into my room one fine night at IIMB and declaring, “Banjo, you have zero dressing sense.” In fact, I believe that she took up deciding about my interview attire as the first consulting assignment of her life and she passed with flying colours. Anyway, when I look at my suitcase, almost every other T shirt has the emblem of one or the other of the institutions I have attended. Surprisingly, it never mattered to me till someone passed a comment on it. At night, while I thought over it, I realized there was a reason behind it. I accept the fact that DBPC, BITS and IIMB have contributed a great deal to making me into the person I am today, good, bad or ugly and I have left behind a part of my heart in each of these places. These T-shirts, Sweat shirts are the only physical connection I have left with them. It’s like crossing over to the other side, yet wanting to belong to the places you love.
Literally, it’s refusing to let go of the Wonder Years and wearing your heart on your sleeves as long as you can.