“Eyy, look ! One super figure I saw that time near mess!” “Foreign figure ah macha?” “No, Local only!” “Oh my god!” “Wow, let’s go near and see”…..“Dai! She is that Red Bull selling girl only no?!”
This is TheAverage Gunda (TAG), reporting live from the prestigious Indian Institute of Technology, Madras and we have spotted what appears to be, a good looking girl! This rare species is generally considered to be extinct in this part of the city, overrun by the genetically common sappa figures. It has been touted that these are the girls who went missing when god was applying aesthetic touches to his creations.
But what’s fascinating is how these females behave and bond with the rest of civilization. Most think too much of themselves. This could be attributed to the epic ego boosts they get just because they (mysteriously) have double digit likes for…
Rring…Rring! There goes the alarm,
Eyes open…blink…gasp!
Seems like the time has now come…
I wander by a lake, seeking serenity in action,
gaze at my reflection, one that does quiver.
Is this it; is it all gonna break?
As I stare, the more fainter it gets;
my image overhauled by glimpses,
of the past years of glory!
Although I was just, an active observer,
It’s still too hard to let go, to set loose!
Brought together by the winds of fate.
Our friendship built up at a brisk rate!
We’ve laughed; we’ve screamed;
we’ve tortured; we’ve teased;
we’ve ‘sighted’ and got our hands greased;
we’ve put Mokkais…AND WE DREAMED!
Oh! What joy those days were!
Will it be the same out there?
Just like our meeting, one so grand;
The sands of time transports us each, to a diff. land.
Will I see you again?
There’s a steady depression unraveling inside me,
The once steady downpour is fizzing out you see!
We’ve enjoyed a lot, in this rain,
survived the downs, without much strain!
Now see whats left;
A murky sky; a multitude of puddles…
Is it time to say Goodbye’ to the ‘Hi-5’s and the huddles?
No. These puddles are remnants revered,
of our friendship, that shall not be severed!
I dawdle along the beach,
Wishing these times were not no more,
I hope I’ve too left, my footprints on your shore…
Holding hands, we’ve moved on, from dusk to dawn,
clutching hard, those moments forlorn.. A core felt thanks to all of you out there!
*Je vous manque toujours…et, je ne vous oublierai jamais!!
I always have a lot to say…!
Guess its time, to heed destiny’s way.
Thus, I reminisce,
History repeats itself, they say;
Its been a while, my hairs gone grey…
Oh look! A little boy runs towards me,
clenched in his fist, an old photograph.
Filled with curiosity, he asks,
“Granpa, Granpa! Who are these boisterous boys!?”
My eyes well up, rapid flash back!
I wipe them off and reply, “Dear, they are my friends…Friends Forever!!” and he listens to our story, without a shiver.
Off he goes, enthused with ecstasy,
He goes on, to continue, Our Legacy!!
~Sreedeep Sreekanth
30/1/2010
8.45pm
*I’ll always miss you…and, I’ll never forget you! (Fr-En)
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This poem was written during the last few moments in 12th grade. I even remember that the following day was when the NTU (or NUS, some Singapore college!) people had come to canvas their campus as the world’s best, asking us to apply there.
It’s been two whole years since my school life ended, and with it, the end of one of the most glorious stages in my life. And perhaps, I could safely say, those of quite a few of my friends too.
The epic batch of 2010.
Somethings in life will never come back, once the time has passed. All we are left with are poignant memories of an epic past. Memories that, for most, would be treasured, till the grave and perhaps beyond.
This is a sli tribute to all those who made the last years of my school life terror awesome. Thank you 🙂
Yet another sem has washed out.
Yet another sem that was 4 months long.
Yet another sem, filled with late night movies and tv shows.|
Yet another sem discussing everything from the big bang theory to how i met your mother.
Yet another sem spent cursing profs.
Yet another sem cussing the subjects.
Yet another sem with sleep-outs in class.
Yet another sem with endless nightouts.
Yet another sem with regrets about not studying earlier.
Yet another sem spent writing nonsense on papers.
Yet another sem with a viral song in Youtube.
Yet another sem filled with whining about the lack of quality females in the institute.
Yet another sem I blogged. A lot.
Yet another sem which has ended with ‘Parava ila machi, next sem pathukalam’ (It’s ok, we’ll see next sem)
Yet another sem which was just awesome, inspite of all that.
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Yup, 4 out of 10 semesters over with. Just 60% more to go.
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“Hey mama! What’s your CG?” – “Machi! Inniku we’ll put movie nightout?”
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