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 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 30^th 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!

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