Srijan’11

What did I miss this Srijan? (Being with ‘you’ :-()

…those three lost socks that rendered their better-halves useless thereby leaving my feet lacerated after the first day.

But, the gory feet didn’t prevent me from shaking a leg (or the whole body:-P) on the following days, so what if it would culminate in a flawed amble for the weeks to follow.

Be it sur-sangram or nukkad natika, I was everywhere (if not there, then in canteen ;-))…and many a times, the only final year (my group=unity).

But believe me, bird- watching was the secondary objective (‘you’ know the primary ;-))…

When most of us fell in love with the fresh face (or faces) of ISM, I successfully held my ground by falling only for a few sexy legs (pata nai kis-kiske)…

Jal Nayak and Path Gamini made me LOL (for obvious reasons)…

Rockers and Mother Jane gave me a day full of music and Hard Kaur gave me a day full of dancing.

Jawed Ali’s performance though was more like an orchestra performing at a ‘shaadi’, but he did set the vibes.

And Chetan Bhagat was icing on the cake… (Dear girls, I apologize for pissing you enough to leave your seats…but, it wasn’t me…)

For me it was a 9 (Perfect 10 if ‘you’ had been with me)…

End of Srijan’11 came with a realization…a realization that this broken heart will have another thing to miss…a thing that has been his life…a thing that ain’t just his college…a college that will, in a matter of just two months, be his alma mater…the ‘canteen or RD ki kachauri’, penman, library, department, CC, DMS (Matkiyan), everything will be just an archive.

I LOVE you ISM...till date, you have been the best thing in my life...

P.S – some relations (people) leave me wishing for teleporting to be discovered ASAP and some leave me hankering to go back in stone-age. (First part is for ‘you’ and second for ‘U’)

P.S. – this ain’t related to the post at all…but it’s on head for someone special (hope ‘U’ are not too dumb to get it)

Shit is shit, no matter what font you use...

P.S. - I read one of my previous posts and sooo fell in love with myself...how do ‘you’ manage not falling in love with me (I know ‘you’ don’t read it)...how can
‘you’ be sooo awesome? (I know awesome ain’t the right word...but, I love 'you')

P.S. – khule baal suit you nice…but bandhe baal suit you better…

P.S. – thank you pals for giving me 3*86400 beautiful ‘pals’ of my life