The sun came down yet again...for there was a bomb in my mail..
A bolt out of the blue...for often the blues get their blue too..
It was an announcement about the commemcement of something..
That by far seemed dusted ..and lost within the veils of time.
A ray of hope tore through my hair..with buttered fingers I signed on..
And alas the never ending wait began...It was like no other..
For the seasons had changed...the winter chill had began..
Was I going to have an early christmas or was I going to be easters bunny yet again..
Alas came one good friday for the next day I got in where I will be for the next 18 months..
Long wait this ...no mean feat this..for On christmas eve I eventually Joined in..
and the wait to join in just got sweeter....
for it was to be a crash course from Jan to to next june
The new year came smiling after all....
Alas came the 16 th of Jan and as i trutted in...
Straight out of work ,leaving my cubicle....
With dusted hair ,and an evening coat to join a batch of PG mates..
But i guess KG was much better...coz my memory doesnt roll back to then...
Met the pied piper of Punnjab Mr Amit behal and the fair lady from retail Neha Bhatia..
in the lift With a squeaky lady voiceover and instructions to go to the 5 th floor...
One big fair it was for people were in their finest attire...
For i guess that day wont come again unto the placement season
no cows no herds,But bags full of air and a lonely pen waiting to unearth on a tiny notepad....
Now it was the time for Handshakes ,smiles and melted makeup...
Friends friends and more friends to be made...
For with the sun which rose in the east we got a gift
And mistaken for a prof we got our deadly sleepy dada...
A fat bunny shrunk by the dozen carressed by his hair..
With all the tensions of the ebiz world on his head I met shitij a with a K...
hes a pal a good one at that only to realize we share the same genes from our school..
Dev the PJ king with a dash of nonsense but a heart of gold...
For i often try to figure whether hes saying something...
or cracking a joke that I should laugh at...cynosure of the gals..
But a good hair remover...for sitting next to him my hairs falling apart..
I know not why...
I could simply go on and go on will I for sure..
But its dinner time and moms on my back...
And theres a little pain in my ass....
Unto next time.......lal has to be there..and mishra has to do some talking in my poem..."
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