Summer of ’11: Those were the best days of our lives

One hot morning on the first day of June
We bid our elder generations goodbye hoping for some excitement soon
Inside the state of Punjab housed a not-so-known 'Kikar Lodge'
And there like the arms of an octopus reunited our very own 'fauj'

We ventured with four-wheeled bikes into the Ropar forest
Coming out all clad with mud, those twenty minutes being the best
We climbed down a ton feet cliff with just a harness and a rope
And boy it gave us a high, which was no less than dope
We turned into armored terrorists, a foursome a side
And strategized behind the trees, fighting for our pride
The moon rose, the forest beckoned, we rode a jeep to somewhere near
And all we got to see were a couple of fearful deer

Two days zoomed by, it was now time for Himachal
We drove to Shimla, continuing our 'pyaar ke pal'
By the day we were commandos, crossing valleys and taking a free fall
By the night we were pedestrians, hip-hopping the shops and photographing around the mall
A penthouse we had, games like Uno, Taboo and Minimum we played
A starry sky, a khamba, a shisha - with all this the night was made

We rediscovered the love, the laughter and the togetherness which was long due
And five days of fun did not mark the end, but the beginning of something new
Years later, no matter if we’re bachelors or husbands or wives
We'd still say that those were the best days of our lives…

Tags: Aman, Sanuj, Akshay, Mehek, Akhil, Aakriti, Ady and Nakul

From the heart of SRBH... (Shri Ram Boys' Hostel)

Dear ‘Class of 2007’ boys

You have fought many battles, no less than that of Troy’s

Three years back in the summers of 2004

You graced me with your presence when the rains would pour

You brought in diverse cultures, coming from places all

Tamil Nadu, UP, Punjab and West Bengal

You united, you stood, you were tough and very strong

And all sorrows became laughter, always coupled with a song

 

You mellowed in my womb, you played and had fun

You teamed up in the fields at the rise of the morning sun

No matter if there was an exam, no matter if you were sick

Friday nights for you always meant a unanimous Amba flick

Then one fine night, I witnessed thunder and lightning

All you children fought in the quest to be the King

It took a year to build a bond, but now it only took a stroke

You all divided, things went haywire, relationships broke

 

I think about the changes today, while you depart

The way you drank and smoked and intoxicated my heart

The way you complained of how my men cook

The way you opened a newspaper supplement instead of a book

I thought of each one’s victories, I looked back and smiled

And today I proudly say to my sister, there goes my child

I’ve moulded you well for the cruel world, I’ll forget you never

You’ve left your imprints inside me forever