This poem is dedicated to:
Kirti, Pallavi (roomie), Khushboo, Priyanka, Kanchan, and last but not the least, my darling dead kettle. I miss you all!! :*
For nine months we were Rapunzels
Languishing in the tower of redundant education
Bidding civilization a teary farewell
To buy a degree with the currency of isolated
frustration.
And through it all, you were there
By my side, when the world seemed dark and bare.
Oh, beloved companions of my embittered soul
My electric kettle and my Maggi bowl.
Through the heated – if slightly inebriated
Political debates of 2AM
You kept us full and caffeinated
You are the Magi of Bethlehem.
And even when our packaged noodles
Were pilfered (or borrowed) with dubious consent
And even when our budgets frugal
Had all been on clothes and vodka spent.
Through those tumultuous times you kept us fed,
Never went hungry to the creaky hostel bed.
Neither snake nor monkey on those haloed grounds
Ever wanted for tasty food within your compound.
And here we convey our sincere apologies
To the morning lectures, whose many qualities
We shall never know, for they were always missed
With a commitment that bordered on religious zeal.
And here too, we must admit
That we never really gave a shit
About the assessments or the flashy PPTs
Of imagination and research a shapeless potpourri.
But my friend, you should never believe
Anybody who tells you they didn’t grieve
For the cheap momos
and cheaper pav bhajis
When the town of Dhenkanal they had to leave.
And it was a strange and glorious land
Where mosquito troupes and reptilian marching bands
Danced to Bollywood numbers on command
At night when all was dark and grand.
Boiled Maggi and filter coffee
Had never tasted better than on the crappy
Sheets of the rickety hostel bed
With music loud, the future on an arrowhead.
And it was the best of times
Though we were broke and bored, didn’t have a dime
Yet we got the lesson of our lives
Never miss the chance to have a good fucking time!
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