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.

I Love My Fear

The Third Kind

A drop of tear here, a drop of tear there
Soon you start losing count
The pain becomes unbearable
Impossible to surmount

A love lost is nothing new
Almost everyone has to see that day
No matter how hard you try
Can't keep it for long at bay

But herein does the similarity end
With different people acting differently
Some smile their way through it
Others cry inconsolably

But what of the third kind?
The ones who remain silent
Without a hint of emotion on their face
Hanging on to their lover's very scent

I know of a similar man
Stuck in the past is he
Refusing to take note of the change
Hoping to bring it back maybe

A little old fashioned I'd say
In a generation that switches lovers on the go
Such foolishness can be found only
Perhaps in Shakespeare's Romeo

His days pass by waiting
For that one phone call
From the woman who once loved him
For whom he was the one and all

The one who taught him to love
And took it all away
For her does he wait
Every hour every day

With every passing moment
His prospects grow bleak
Actually its a loss for the world
When a believer's faith in love becomes weak

A drop of tear here, a drop of tear there
Life goes on and how
A wait till he breathes his last
That's all left of him now.

French Class @ IIFT

It is the French class
Cluelessness prevails en masse
People trying random words
Like throwing stones at birds

Vibhor has on a sheepish grin
Shukla's beard needs a trim
Bedi continues to lose weight
Jugadu as usual walks in late

Chawla and Pathak sitting close
Like one egg containing two yolks
Awasthi throwing double meaning words
Just like parents with bees and birds

Yadu is quiet today
Maybe its a pagan holiday
Prafful like the ever nice boy
Sits in the corner silent and shy

Budati, Soumya and Gopi
All look like they just smelled some pee
Nobo seems to have come straight out of bed
Hair all ruffled on his round head

That covers almost everyone
Oh wait!! There is still Relan
Irrespective of his T-Bag style beard
Suddenly he is acting like a nerd

Trying to learn French real bad
Knowing him, that's quite sad
Finally to a close does the class draw
Of a language spoken better with a broken jaw!!

When Chaudhary Was Sad!!

Chaudhary was shattered

Fate had played such a nasty game

He was almost inconsolable

His behavior has never been the same

The shop where he gave his clothes for ironing

Got burnt down to the core last night

Seven shirts…four trousers and more

Never got to see today’s light

Ten thousand rupees worth of loss

Says he by a rough estimate

Chaudhary doesn’t understand the concept of depreciation

Maybe Vaibhav can come to his aid

He blames no one but himself now

He says he should have chosen more than one vendor

For someone claiming to be a core operations guy

How could he make such a blunder?

Relan offered to donate his old clothes

Chaudhary has set up a disaster relief fund

The threat is that those denying to contribute

From the final placements, will be shunned

He has been hunting for trash to sell

To cover up the loss

Old bottles, shoes, empty AllOut refills

And even left over dental floss

He won’t get drunk for a year says he

In protest of his luck gone bad

This will go down in AD’s history

As the day when Chaudhary was sad!!