The first thought that comes to my mind when I hear the word light is not the many meanings of light but the many sources of light.
At IMI New Delhi, there are numerous sources of light. All of them dispersed in all directions- sometimes converging, sometimes diffracting. The campus of IMI plays multiple roles for spreading light- the mirrors, the lens, the prisms.
Early rays of the sun that make way through the small gaps between the leaves of trees falling on the red brick walls, light making its way to the books through the wings of the fan, street lights in the night whose radiance is obstructed by the many chirpy shadows of students and the light at “sonu” dhaba that always signals us to refresh ourselves with chai and maggi.
Well, inspite of all these various sources and harbingers of light, there is a source of light that overpowers all other sources.
This distinct source of light at IMI, New Delhi campus is the people that constitute IMI. The radiant faces at the campus are contagious. They light up each other as they greet each other.
From the exchange of smiles to pulling each others’ leg, from exchanging hostel room numbers to sharing old experiences and from giggles to loud sniggers, the radiance of the people unfolds in many ways.
The role of light, according to me, is to illuminate those dark corners of inner self with new experiences and excitement.
Not surprisingly, the start of life at IMI has brightened the obscure corners of many of us, showering different kinds of light on us and slowly binding us as a single beam of light.