Felicitations fellows!
We have finally found our desired batch of BBLT 3 – with 14 students from each medium, we jumped onto a leadership express and started a month-long journey of self discovery. Even though the express was programmed to stop after a finite time, the moments, the experiences and the teachings from the compartments were designed to last for a lifetime…
The weather was chilly out there. I tugged the collar of my shirt upward, pumped my hands and blew air into the gap between my clasped fists to keep me warm. I don’t remember for how long I was waiting but my subconscious state of mind tells me that it wasn’t too long. Within what seemed like minutes, a round distant glow racked my nerves and the thundering din of the wheels all but confirmed that the rail has arrived. It’s time, thought I.
An array of facial expressions greeted me as I made my way through the cozy corridor. Among others, Amiya looked frenetic, Toufiq smirked mischievously, Akif cared less and joked around, Gofran sloshed around in two worlds and Ovick seemed overtly serious.
Wow, what a ride this was going to be! With such a diverse group of characters, 5 other facilitators, and the leadership guru, we embarked on the monumental expedition and quite honestly, a ride that had no turning points.
The first stop was at BIAM’s Multipurpose hall for the grand opening ceremony. As we were halting down, memories of countless hours at press, nilkhet, in front of pcs and laptops scrolled sideways by the windows. Uh, those times hurts! BBLT 3, you guys made sure to give me a hard time indeed.
Once the train settled down, flashbacks of the opening ceremony lit up my mind. I could clearly picture running around in jeans and slippers to organize the stage banners, help out with moving and cleaning the chairs, frantically ensuring the refreshments’ setting, and all the while checking back on my illuminated laptop to prepare the admissions presentation. Sigh!
It wasn’t until 2:30 I realized that I was still on my casual attire – the result: a mad dash for my car to fetch the formal dress. In a jiffy, my change was complete, save my forsaken tie! (Oh did I mention how I hate tying ties!) Anyways, with the aid of Khairul, my good friend, it was taken care of and I was on my way to usher and receive the guests.
People started filing in numbers and soon enough the articulate speakers were up and delivering encouraging words to the audience (I’ll be honest, I actually could not make time/have patience to listen to the speeches which I regret badly since those were awesome; but hey, I have the complete videos, courtesy of Apel bhai!), but not before I made a mess of myself on the stage while presenting my part. Oh how sally, jazz and kobama taunted me afterwards…hahaha! can’t help curling my lips in a nostalgic smile. Bigger sigh!
As the formal program drew to a close, I got busy attending to the guests. In particular among the BBLT 3 circle, I distinctly remember speaking to Prema’s and Fahim’s fathers and deeply appreciated the support they promised to extend after the orientation. Catching up with external volunteers, BBLT 2 students, and not to mention my co-workers (read facilitators) was also on my successful list of agenda! Boy was I glad to see through the hectic week with a satisfied smug or what!
Just when I thought I’d go over the many other untold stories in this phase, the swirling, honking sirens caught me up from my daze in a flash and the sudden forward jolt of the express marked the beginning of departure from this station. Through hazy eyes, I managed to take a peek at the sign stating the next destination: Leadership Training at BIAM.
(to be continued)
Ivdad Ahmed Khan Mojlish