Woxsen

It's India's newest business school. In fact, it's so new, it's still under construction. A surreal mixture of completed buildings--lecture halls, a dorm, the cafeteria and student union--and an odd moonscape of concrete platforms and rebar, the kids are finally calling it home. I say finally because they spent the first sixty days of the semester at the Radisson, no doubt providing an interesting counterpoint to the business travelers and likely decimating the breakfast buffet. But now we're operational, in the sense that the second Death Star was operational. Speaking of destruction, today was the first crit. I'm not sure they're used to this kind of thing. Lots of long faces, as no team got it totally right. Didn't expect them to, really; this stuff is hard.

Anyway, at least they've got a fantastic garden at the student union. This is on the inside.

And this is on the outside. Three workers toil to mix concrete by hand, which will be molded into curb stones individually. The two Indias exist superimposed on each other, separated by a quantum boundary that cannot be crossed, and indeed precludes awareness, universes unto themselves.