4 Shirts, 5 Ties, 2 Trousers and 8 Pegs later.......

i guess that's what it took to realize how much i am gonna miss this place :)

Farewell today.... wonder what it'll be like... but that's what we do, don't we.. say Good Bye!!
We move on from point to another in search of new things, but there is this small part of it all that we carry along with us..... Memories!

Souvenir says write down in 25 words what you will always remember..... 25 words to describe 4 years or 1460 days or about 35000 hours!! when each of those hours was a waking dream.... i don't think i can write less than a million words for it... or maybe its the other way round.... maybe i cant write a single word on it... words are just too crude to describe what i have felt, what i have seen, what i have experienced in this small Dream Island most of us call BIT Mesra.......

I will always Remember

I will always remember.....

the bright blue sky

the colorful streets

the starry nights

and the air so sweet....

the lobby madness

the mess mishaps

and the hostel insanity

after a bottle of schnapps.....

random discussions

on a topic that wasnt there

under shadow of trees

hiding the sun's glare......

the crowd at PMC

stretching beyond sight

lovebirds come to meet, and others

with reasons not so right.....

I will always remember.....

the 2 am walks from BIT Mode

with not an auto in sight,

and insult based friendship bonds

that grew stronger on that night.....

the long waits for food at OC

but still the frequent trip,

twas different world there

on that secluded strip.... 

the parties in the hostel

with the supri across the road,

him walking up the aisle

and us shedding all the load....

the 'treats' we went out for

hogging stuff like pigs,

tried every diner

and drinks to fill oil rigs.....

I will always remember....

the nicks that floated around

some fun and some hilarious

while some were outright obscene

and all of them precarious....

the wars fought almost daily

to wake up every morning,

to ferry ourselves to class

the dumb hooter calling.....

playing cards in the classroom
with out backs to the teacher,
7 patti, poker and bluff
the student is a fearless creature....

the outings we went out for
with the entire class in it
the group chat in the bus
and the innovations that were in it....

Every single minute
building the last four years,
cannot be out into so few words
coz
I will always remember
every single breath of my best four years.......

Its not complete.... never will be... i thought of a million more things as i wrote this down... but that's what everything is ... imperfect.. Fare Thee Well people :)