Just as i was thinking of rounding off the base series with a photo album of last week, when we relived the trip, i found this poem in my bag. Its primitive, its kiddish. But it chronicles my second PU year in entirety n i would have it no other way :)...so here it is...lets c how the album works out next, that'll be a fittin ending...
I was part of a crazy group once,
Kept doing the stupidest things ever.
I have grown up now, but in all these years,
Friends like these I have found again never.
The void best of three toss to decide,
The bunking that would anyway happen.
The rush to play pool at the usual place,
After every game the teams we were swapping.
The poem-writing contests, the tic-tac games,
The lunches we ate in English hours.
The rushing off to Mama’s house at every chance,
Worrying about suspensions, while dodging cars.
The aimless wandering, the burning of fuel,
Confessions from the scooter’s back seat.
The dancing to songs in orange sweaters,
Making obscene gestures to the beat.
The laughing while a sad scene plays on screen,
Shouting nonsense in the theatre’s dark.
To top it all, the hypocrisy about the exam,
The confidence that we will make a mark.
In the evenings as we approached Base,
The sneaky turns to the Bajji shop.
The trudging walk to MTR soon followed,
Promising each time to give it all a stop.
Those windy sojourns on the flyover’s peak,
Giving the finger to the people down below.
The walking in circles till our legs gave way,
Our haunt the roads that I still don’t well know.
Shooting videos in the rain, as we danced without a care,
Listening to music on almost any device.
All the useless, unwanted advice that we exchanged,
Trying to outwit the other, to show we were more wise.
As I peer down memory lane, I reflect,
Had I been different, would things have changed?
But as our laughter echoes in my ear,
I realize I’d have done it all over again.
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