Two years isn’t a short span of time, and having spent these years in a hostel in a city like goa with the kind of wonderful people I had been with, the memories deserved some writing.Here it flows:
Packing my bags,sitting in my hostel room.
Staring at the walls and the corners where thousands of stories had their bloom !
Where the dreamers and admirers lay down beneath the skies,
Playing songs on a trip, and laughing the nights away with trippy eyes…
Some rooms which saw me grow, teaching me sweet and bitter truths about life i couldnt learn from others.
This is the same place where i found, met and got my hundred brothers!!!
Where we learnt to laugh at ourselves, and shaping sarcastic attacks,
We turned the classrooms into chaos, mocking up the profs behind their backs !
From showering of eggs to the swelled up bums on the birthdays,
From revealing the age old pics to photoshopping, to embarass each other, we always found out a hundred new ways..
The banging of tables when india won, to the aztecworlds where someone had no gun.
Managing to crack presentations and exams on the verge of dooms,we’ll cherish living in this mansion with 30 rooms !
Where you can go anywhere anytime, sit and discuss topics of negligible importance,
the rooms which were party capitals,movie hubs,food junctions we were never short of anything, not even once !!!!
From the places we visited, beaches we went to, roads we travelled together,
these two years will influence our choice of beers,songs,sarcasm and goals. No doubt, whatsoever!
We had our share of disagreements and disputes after the drunken nights,
but we still always cared, never heard a no when asked for anything,it was all okay coz brothers do have fights !
From football to cricket to pokemon go, we always had enough talent and firepower to show.
No matter in how many parts we are left divided, the level of sarcasm & jokes in ‘stuffs’ will always be PRO !
A few months from now, when we’ll be slowly unboxing our the multi-level lunch boxes in our cubicles at the site office tables all alone, our hearts will sink when we miss how we had the food in all the chaos of laughters and how the fresh rotis arrived by just one call to any random one.
That rotis that never broke in two, leaving us irritated and ill, never imaged we would miss that mess food too,but we will.
We will all be standing by some horizons in the evenings all tired, watching the sunsets we used to admire from our wonderful galleries.
And to get such days back will be our only wish,
but as of now we r going on with the flow,doing one of the toughest things ever, signing off from “Atish” !