Band of Brothers

It all started when a bunch of misfits

With dreams of doing an MBA

Joined IIFT, were thrown into AD

To them belongs this day

Relan was the proverbial kanhaiya

Jethwa the ‘manage it all’

Awasthi had orgasms dreaming of the sea

Choch’s life comprised of holes and balls

Vijay had an opinion on everything

KD was the mental masturbator

Gand – la, the name says it all

Vishnu the angry alligator

Wagle was on an extended holiday

Arijit, the man without a mission

Pankaj was adopted by Tata himself

Jugadu, low on content, high on tashan

They stuck together through thick and thin

Born of different mothers

Dissimilar, yet so alike

AD’s ‘Band of Brothers’.

They never understand, do they? :)

A place to call my own

A little space in the scheme of things
Which I can call my own
A place for me to hide myself
Away from everyone known

A small, secluded place
Isolated from everything loud
Somewhere I can rest in peace
Far from the madding crowd

Done and dusted with the affairs of this world
No one to tow with me
Locked away somewhere safe
For my eyes only to see

Smiles and laughter would be locked out too
So would be all the sorrow
As these emotions are far from original
But only what from others we borrow

Does such a place even exist?
Something I often wonder
Maybe I'll have to wait for it
Till I go six feet under

The search goes on for it
In pursuit I am but lone
An illusion is what I keep looking for
A place to call my own.