Well this poem is dedicated to those 4 years of my life that I have wasted in becoming an engineer... should have followed my heart and refrained to go thru these 4 years but though I choose to live this phase I have learnt a lot and these following lines will tell you abt my juncture thru those days....
Moving from regular to a professional course,
Thought life would be sad and need some force,
Little did I expect my awaited dhamaal gang,
To make my 4 years simply rock with a bang…
Most amazing one was the first year,
As our group filled seniors with fear,
Ragging was done by us with infinite ease,
No, not to juniors…to seniors, believe me please…
Found one new wonder of world here,
But visiting that place filled us with fear,
Canteen is the name of that divine creation,
Eat out there and go for 2-3 days vacation…
Telling each other that we liked someone,
Giving nicknames to that special one,
All those were part of the fun and blast,
Looking back now it seems so far, like our past…
Submissions followed by class test,
Overnight studies with no trace of rest,
Everything seems like a drama now,
All done for getting a job, we know somehow...
Getting involved in some pity fights,
Then thinking about it late nights,
Organizing meetings in some park,
And solve all matters until its dark...
Birthday bumps to placement treat,
Funny names kept for each one to greet,
Tpo’s bombarding to the Papa’s power,
We saw each of these in every single hour...
Then came the day when we became seniors,
We faced online ragging each day by our juniors,
Going thru this phase we realized the fact
What our seniors went thru because of our act...
Memories of second year seems totally lost,
60% aggregate aim made us pay a heavy cost,
Each one had become serious somehow,
All those efforts were worth; this we know now...
Third year drenched us in the work load,
We had begun our journey on the professional road,
Placements seemed like the sole aim for many,
As everyone are going to slog to get each penny...
Some in Mumbai others in Bangalore
Simply memories we have right now to store,
Whole lot will slog each day to earn money,
Few will think that this kind of a life is funny...
Some will get married some engaged somehow,
X-boyfriends and x- crushes will be history,
Searching their traces will become a mystery...
Together we faced all the test,
All those heart breaks were simply the best,
That was a part of so called teenage,
Getting to this level of life is hence a prestige...
It’s now that we halt and realize,
That friends are more than Hi’s and byes,
We made our friends a part of self,
So in getting apart we need some help...
End of college life is nearing,
And I know we are all fearing,
What’s going to happen next year?
When we are no longer near...
Never again thru the campus we shall walk,
Never again in the lunch break shall we talk,
It’s all over, we r leaving everything here,
The end was so far, but now it seems so near...
Maybe we will not care to be in touch,
Will enjoy life as it has in store so much,
But one day will come when we will think,
That these four years passed away in a single blink...
_________________________________Rashmi (12th September, 2006)
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