Memory of the Days

Oh! How were those moments!!

The bulk of unforgettable events,

The ‘sum of funnies’ to cherish,

Which will make us feel greenish,

Those days of un-follow-able Physics,

The loads of unforgettable Algorithms,

The struggle of Problems and Programs,

The thoughts of progress-less Processors,

The days of naughty Chem-mixings,

The micro-seconds of faulty Circuits,

The minutes of ‘Neaty’ Results…?!!

The fun of Nasty Smells n Hasty values!!

The registered memories and Queries….

The movements at Officers command,

The proofs of seniors’ leadership…..,

The ‘Wins’ of Scientific Brains…….

Proving – “Beauty Meets Brain”!!!

The snore of Sukhalatha………

The bore n roar of Chethana…..

The eyes of Harish, the hands of SB…

The smile of Gouri, Laugh of Prakash…

The guides of Indira, Heart of Aruna….

The lecture of VB, Nurture of Raghu,

The nature of Usha, Style of Nambiar,

The words of Raji, the Blessings of Leela,

The absence of Vrinda, Presence of Archana,

The language of Shyam, Thoughts of Pattabi…

The moments of Teases and Doses…..

Sometimes Care and Tears too…..

So from friends….So from lecturers…

How do we miss those memories…..

Moments of Songs and Dances….

The times of Poems and Poets…

The moments of Aviskaar….

Inventing the Interested Leaders…

‘Both by Birth and Worth….

Both by Words and Deeds….’

The days of Pains and Paints….

The days of Origin of Organisations..

The days-we skipped the meals and sleeps…

The days-we touched the Hearts….

Can we ever flush out those days…

When we smashed in Election…

When we invented the Inventors…

And Reinvented the Masters…..

When we dedicated to our ‘loved one’

How can we get and forget it…

The days we proved the Unity and Support,

By bringing the space into the wall…!!

The moments we put the light,

Into the Darkness-with delight…..!!!

We can never forget it, that’s for sure,

The moments of Wins n Victory,

When ‘Our Girls’ made us Pride…

Dominating everyone n everything,

And everywhere- I do swear.

We salute -The gains of Athletes,

And Pains of Sportspersons……!!!

The moments we fought for marks…

The moments we cared for remarks…

And a lot more and more….

The moment we ‘Ranked First’

And declared- ‘You are the Best’

Friends,-What else you want, next?!!

How can we miss those days…..

The days of funny trekking…

Caring and Sharing for the Cadets…

The days of Claps, the days of Slops,

The days of Clasps, the days of Slaps,

The days of Care; the days of Cheer,

The days of Snore; the days of Sneer,

The days of cleanings, the days of Appealings,

The days of Dealings; the days of Kneelings,

The days of Feelings; the days of healings,

The days of Swear; the days of Ignore,

The days of Kissings; the days of Missings,

The days of Confusion, the days of Confession,

The days of Strike; the days of fight,

The days of Holi; the beauty of Rangoli,

The days of Sports; the joy of Cricket,

The score of Runs; the shower of Funs.

How can we skip that- Infotech day,

Oh! So Sorry…. Cool night

With no Light…But delight.

Of Course- cold, still they were bold,

To win- our friends had told,

But sorry; Promises we didn’t hold.

They lost the battle, Still won the game,

They didn’t settle, still kept the name.

Once again the days of MCF,

Where we ourself said-Its enough

We can’t lick or stick; Kick us out….!!!

How Daring and Dashing our boys are..!!

We may miss it……………

The days of jocks; the days of knocks,

The days we proved-'friendship rocks',

The length and hight of our block…

The days of Hurt and heal…..

The days of Care and Share…..

The moments of Shouts and Sorrys’

The tales of real life Stories……

The easy talks…..And It’s oks’…..

How can we leave those……..

The unpartable –‘Hearts’

But non-portable Soules,

Yet, No choice for us, Upon it….

We have to depart…..

‘We do Cry’…..But eyes are Dry….

Hearts too…..But have to fly….

Away…far Away…..very far Away.

How can we ever miss it……??

The swings of BG, clicks of Clocks…

The moments of fun…calm and cool,

The moments of Pain, events of Gain,

The lessons thought by “them”.

How can we-ever forget it…

Which will never go vain……

Because,

Life’s Best Lessons are Learnt

By Blunders and Pains……

And forever it Remains…..

It remains and remains…….

It is the one which was written on the spot for my friends, on 17/03/07, the very last day of degree days……. It’s specially meant for all my beloved ones who made those most cheerful days of my life…..