(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.
