IIFT Diaries #106: One last time

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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 entered TP

Slides transited, words flew around
The battle for AC was fought in the background
The warriors of Section A
An enthusiastic Hermione Granger 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 second floor
While SOS partied behind a shut door
On the third floor, there’s a blackbird
Singing in the dead of night
And his roommate involved 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’s presence in the top-10 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

Location: IIFT Bhawan, B-21, Qutab Institutional Area, New Delhi, Delhi 110016, India

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