Saturday, June 12, 2010

A Few Good Things... 

The notion that college days are over sinks in deeper with time...

Nostalgia simply eases the process...

 


A small list of things I’ll miss, A Few Good Memories:

-all the discussion that started nowhere and ended next door to it, but ran for hours at a stretch,

-the soozing (stands for the consumption of sucrose/sugarcane juice)

-reaching floors high as the 6th regardless of the functionality of the elevator.

-great friends made, close bonds formed.

-sleepless nights exhausted on the phone or the computer

-crazed gaming sessions with 10 computers (and gamers), all in one room!!



A Few Good Friends


To the batch of ’10… 

Cheers…



A Few Good (ol') Days



The happy days, the sad moments

The naughty pranks and the funny comments,

A bit of spice with a lot of sugar,

In all this a resilient vigor,

A never ending desire for mirth:

In COLLEGE LIFE are rarely in dearth

 

From different places and cultures

We gather in a one campus

Few nods, smiles and handshakes lead

To samosas and cola in the canteen indeed

 

Primary objective is though to study

Some call it "our main duty!!!"

But fun finds time and space

Memories fill the memoirs' vase

 

As every story needs a villain

As Lord Voldemort was to Harry

As the Joker to Batman

As Grinch to Christmas

 

Ours takes a form that persists for days

Killing us daily in novel ways

Some call it Examination

We call it organized Confusion

 

Days go by, so do months and years

An end to days of delight

A time to say good bye to dears

A time to depart, an emphatic plight

 

A new work place and new faces again

But limited is fun amidst the stress of gain

A new life, a new outlook

A new beginning, a new chapter of the book

 

Resumes thus our vehicle on the highway

With events black, white and gray.

But the deepest imprints remain

Of the College Domain.......


Thursday, June 3, 2010

Is this Serotonin?

In the memory of someone special...





Is this Serotonin?





A glimpse into those gravitational traps,

Dragged me to you, an electron to a black hole...

The ions of my spine, had increased entropy,

Sharp was the drop in attractive enthalpy.

 

Hormonal rush resembling a Joule-Thompson's system,

As through the open valve, flow gases into vacuum

A look into her eyes, distorted my focus

The impulse to accommodate, gone amiss,

 

"Falling in love", is this it??

Sadly experimental charts do not exist!!

Lost in her beauty I respire,

Lost in her eyes I sublimate,

Like a mouse in outer matter,

Lost in her like NaCl in water,

Lost in her like grease in petrol.

Lost in her I am out of control,

 

She is my nuclear reactor,

Trembling of my nucleus, she is the sole factor.

 

Turbulence, high in my arteries and veins

Reynolds’s number, exceeding that of fountains

Distance between us expands at universes rate,

The Big Crunch shall also be our fate.....