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By Sagar Malik, Class of 2009


I belong to a strange generation. The world thinks we’re people with no morals and too many tattoos. But to us, love is the most natural thing in the world. Like defiance, or Facebook. And that’s because we’re a more socially aware and culturally inclusive society than the one our parents built since we do not exist in a flatter world with fewer boundaries.


We hate the tags that we’ve been given. We’re not Generation X or Y, or the ‘Upload Generation’. No definitions are universally applicable. We’re just looking to find our place, and trying to make sure it’s a place we can live with, and live in. Sometimes we’re disillusioned; at other’s blind hope is sustenance. And three years ago, I – the poster-child for this confused generation - walked into Infinity Business School.


I came to Infinity fresh out of three years of Literature, unsure it was the right way to go. In a world of sniper rifles, I was behaving like a shotgun. I knew an MBA would give me lots of options to carve out a career from, and the two years would give me time. During those two years, I also hoped to grow up. At that point in time I was unsure about what I wanted to do with my life. All I knew was that I wanted to finish a book I had started over a year ago, and I wanted to work without being another corporate sell-out whose everyday was different. Personally and professionally, I just wanted creative satisfaction.



And my classmates – they all wanted something too. Some wanted to prove that that they could make it on their own before they were going to be pressurized into taking over their family businesses. Others were fiercely independent, and wanted to pave their own paths. A few just wanted better jobs, others wanted to be better. Some wanted to work before they got married; others wanted to be entrepreneurs after tying the knot. But the most interesting people were those that knew they wanted something, but they didn’t know what it was. Together with all these people I was taken on a journey that everyone should experience. We learned a lot, as everyone does in business school. How we learned was sometimes more interesting than what we did. I don’t think anyone’s ever solved a hypothetical murder mystery to understand budgeting and consumer behaviour – and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. We once played a couple of ‘Eagles’ songs on acoustic guitar in class to understand subliminal embeds in advertising. College was everything I hoped it would be, and then some.


I had studied three years of literature from some of the best teachers at Delhi University, but literary genius didn’t affect me as much as the razor sharp intellect of the faculty at Business School. Suddenly, I had something that inspired me, and I in turn aspired to be.  Six weeks into my first year at Infinity, I’d begun to write again, and I didn’t stop until I finished the book, some seventy thousand words later, towards the end of my second year.


But the book, I know, will eventually be a small contribution because I owe my love for Indian Art to Infinity, and even though we as students first encountered it as an alternate means of investment, today I’m making a career out of it. I got to work with two Art Institutions that only recruit from our campus. I work with some breathtakingly creative people, and I can wear bowties to work, and purple trousers. It was the kind of job I always wanted.

I was a misfit then, and I still am, but Infinity taught me how to be proud of being one, and for that, I will be forever grateful.

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