College days

(this one's dedicated to my friends...am gonna miss u loads guys )

Sitting like always,

as we’re laughing out loud,

We’re lost, it might seem,

But we very well stand out from the crowd.

Four years is a long time,

For the world to change,

But the change has left us with memories,

A mix of pleasant, bitter and strange.

The very first day itself, showed how its gonna be,

Dumb seniors, and the gals even more,

I felt the dumbest among them, why didn’t I flee.

This mutual unrest perhaps made us the friends we are,

Sailing through the teela and hawa-mahal,

We’ve come too far.

From the “wo sehen nhi hoti” wala bunk,

To Vicky being called a hunk.

The lab asses who loved to nag,

And our shouting for a party, even if someone got a new bag.

Digging eight spoons in one plate of rajma-rice,

And then collecting chillad to pay its price.

The last minute submissions we felt proud over,

And the professor we always planned we would gift a razor.

Never will I forget, those ­­­­­freaky nightouts,

Studying only when there’s fire on our butt,

The always-fretting mulla, khurram ki sharaafat,

Aur langde ka wo sexy haircut.

The excitement when we first got placed,

And now, the nostalgia that is to be faced.

But I know I’ve gained a lot, and

What I’ll lose its not much,

Only one thing I have to say,

I love u guys, never be out of touch.

The laughter is continued,

We’re still sitting as we do.

Everyone’s staring at me, saying,

Ab wapas niche aaja, bahot udd liya tu.