Making a Difference!

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Ghaziabad: I was priviliged enough to be inducted in the official social work club at IMT Ghaziabad- Make a Difference Foundation (MadF, as they call themselves). Now Madf organizes a number of events both inside IMT and outside- which include a convenience store (all profit goes to charity), a clothes donation drive and other social events.    

One such event was “Sanjeevani” or your everyday blood donation camp. Now I have been a part of many such camps, both as volunteer and as a donor. However, this particular club and the zeal shown by the members left a deep impact on me. So here we have a group of individuals, working for a cause, with no monetary or for that matter any incentive- working tirelessly and efficiently to make the whole process as smooth as possible. We have three people accumulating data, three or four talking animatedly to the donors and three rushing to the donor once the torrid time (read blood donation) is complete- with juice and band aid, and with a smile. 



So what’s new about this club? Well, we have a group of individuals, all pursuing their PGDM. If you are a B School student, you know how taxing that can be- with your umpteen subjects and case studies and all that CGPA related stuff. So that’s the beauty of this club- the same busy individuals, who get together and do all sorts of working- imagine a second year HR girl, sweeping the floor clean after the event had ended. Or the budding marketing expert, dusting the tables clean before setting it up for the doctors. The spirit of doing something, of contributing, or being of some help dominates the member’s thought process- and this embodies itself in their work.

Bravo Team MadF….you can truly Make a Difference!
  

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