8.43am: Darn! I've slept for more than 5 hours again!
Sleep... Now that’s something of a godsend here at IIMA. Waking up on the morning, on the other hand, is a matter of life and death. With zero margins for error when it comes to class timings, the average Wimwian on the run from room to mess to class can give any decathlete a run for his money.

8:45 am: The hammer of God awaits
And, after sheer physical exertion we all look forward to a small matter of seventy minutes of rigorous case analysis, fierce class participation and cold calls that can petrify the sharpest brains. The ten-minute break at the end is what keeps many from going over the edge. A swig of tea on the LKP, a shared fag or two and it’s back to the grind.

1:00 pm: Just punctuation marks...
Three sessions and over a hundred pages of casemats and textbooks later, lunch beckons like a defenseless village to an army of Vikings. If you thought we could now breath easy, you couldn't be more wrong. Surprise quizzes with bone-jarring regularity. With anywhere from 10 to 15 percent weightage, quizzes are not taken lightly at all. Lunch is. Quarter past two sees over two hundred and eighty people hunched over mindbenders armed only with their calculators and their wits. When the papers are handed in, there's none of that schoolboy eagerness to check your answers. As a professor put it: "Quizzes??? Bah!! Just punctuation marks in illustrious careers..."

4:00 Pm: My other car isa Porshe...
Having completed in six hours an average person's weekly dose of Herculean tasks, the Wimwian now goes on to less academic endeavours. Don't be surprised to hear the roar of a Porsche Carrera roaring along the Cote D'Azur at 4 in the afternoon. NFS is contested as keenly as any marketing case. So are the baddy and TT matches. The prudent few snore away to stock up on vital energy.

9:00 Pm: Cluster Analysis!
After dinner: lead questions, exhibits and the hours fly by. A good day's work is exactly that. A good FULL day's work Group discussions can get pretty hostile. Nightfall sees a hundred groups huddled together in rooms, the NR, the lib etc. all over campus. There are cases to rip apart and submissions to make.

3:00 Am: 17,13,0,0,0... Egad! My sheep have been Poissoned...
The Wimwian finally concludes his activities for the day when people a few time zones away are waking up. When he trudges back to his room and a sparingly used bed, he knows he's spent. He knows too, that every moment of the day has taken him that much closer to being a manager par excellence. To being one of the hundreds of brilliant managers IIMA produces year after glorious year. And even then, the best manager needs his few hours of sleep. Sleep... Now that’s something of a godsend here at IIMA...