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IIFT Diaries #106: One last time


The corridors are empty.
The lights are dull.
Over a sea so vast,
Fell a saddening lull.

As I look back in the rear-view mirror,
Memories do shine.
The rush that heralded the day,
Every morning in C9.

Omar, Kangla and I boarded an auto in a hurry.
Desperate times, desperate measures, not a luxury.
Sheets unbalanced, forced STP,
An hour into the lecture, the doors bang open.
Then... enters TP.

Slides transited, words flew around.
The battle for the AC was fought in the background.
The warriors of Section A,
An enthusiastic Hermione Granger raged war against a sadistic Severus Snape.

Sameer’s doubt...
Never understood what it was about?
Weaving magic with her words, the girl in the blue scarf,
Joined the class only after the first half.

The story of this section...
You’ll hit a member of Mad House, if you
Hurl a stone in any random direction.
A Bong marketer found his love for trade.
"Now Soumojit will answer", when someone said.


I sensed a movement behind me,
As I walked the kala ghoda infested lane.
We’ll never know, getting mugged was a reality
Or the guy was insane.


A guy horsed around on the second floor,
While SOS partied behind a shut door.
On the third floor, there was a blackbird
Singing in the dead of night
While his roommate was immersed in a game of swaps,
Left and right.

Next door, I find a shudh sanskari boy,
His roomie, disappointed in me, somehow,
The one who after a sip of Sangria,
Shouted GoIIFTGo in Espana.

So much hue and cry after Trump got elected,
We chose a psycho killer as our President,
Nobody ever objected.

Down the corridor, a boy dreamt of only one thing,
IIFT Delhi securing the first position in Top B-schools ranking.

On fourth floor prowled a phantom in a shawl,
And a Faridabad boy, disgruntled with Mélange,
Now spreading happiness with SportsComm.
We gathered around, after pulling an all-nighter,
For Diwaan Sahab’s bun maska with extra cheese and butter.
Then and there we had no choice,
But to listen to Adhyyan jokes or Ramneek singing in his orchestra voice.

A journey started on 30th June 2016,
D’artgnan arrived in Paris.
Took him a while to find Athos, Porthos and Aramis.
Now that journey is done.
Regrets, sometimes many,
Sometimes I have none

Low on GPA and concepts brief,
I’m Manish Ranjan from BiharSharif.
27A,
Hoping we’ll meet again
Somewhere along the way!


Read more here:
IIFT Diaries #101
IIFT Diaries #102
IIFT Diaries #103: Life of a bouquet
IIFT Diaries #104: The warriors of Section A
IIFT Diaries #105: Horror Buffs

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