The Insti. Days

The poem "The Insti Days" was written by me after the completion of my 1st year in college. Mesmerized by the complete freedom of hostel life and touched by the people around me, it was a question of when rather than if I would write a piece on my institute life at IIT Madras. The story has been equally amazing since then too. Have a read!

"The Insti. Days"

“Mornin’ Morning”, I wake up and hear,

And when I open my eyes, see Piyush near

I beg there to be some more time, but he’s getting ready,

And I ask him “Is it time already?”

With much hatred but thankfulness towards him,

I look up at TP, and I think.

Should I wake him up too now?

He is always out of the door in 30 seconds;

I don’t know, but somehow!!

I decide against it because I know,

The same hatred he will show

Towards me and so I start my day,

My life, this game we all play.

And we all love it too I guess,

Even if sometimes it’s kind of a mess

'Cause there is so much we remember, so much we go through,

And so much more to look forward to!!

So as I said before, my day has started

I have ran, and I have darted

Maybe taken a bath, I don’t remember

But then, who cares… it’s September!!

Your cycle? Piyush asks me…

Some days I stand there and just plead

Reason him into giving me a free ride

And I know he’ll give me one... Even if he’s fried!

So finally we reach our class,

Only to find the prof. and the mass

Looking at us in a way kinda filthy,

And I smile and think, “You really think I’ll feel guilty!?”

I see around inside the room,

Can’t help but notice the morning gloom

Morning freshness, they say! I recollect,

People here can’t even sit erect!!

Sleeping minds I see here and there,

Sleeping bodies too, somewhere.

People trying to restrain from cursing the god-damned lecture,

And looking forward to the next empty fixture.

8 am(s): Into sleep, again we fall,

9 am(s): are a waking call!

10 am(s): some of us do listen, a bunch

While 11 am(s): are spent in anticipation of the lunch.

Lunch… I say, never called it food

Don’t think even you would

If you have ever eaten in that pathetic excuse for a mess,

Sorry, but I cannot offend them any LESS!

Then back to classes we are,

Sleepy with the ‘food’ we had, all this inside an hour

Obviously sleepy again, but fighting

Ourselves, Yup! This is ENGINEERING!!

One-by-one, we battle them all,

They test our endurance but we stand tall

Still, can’t stop but curse our courses,

Imagining them as some evil forces.

Finally, when the day’s work is done

It’s time to have some fun

Football, my first love (yeah, I’m single)

Go on… you can giggle!

Two hours of sheer happiness,

And a cool bath afterwards feels like bliss.

“Going for dinner?” asks someone,

“May be, maybe not,

Haven’t given it a thought.”

After dinner (yes we obviously had dinner),

We feel much thinner,

Than ever before

I have told you right!!? How many times more?? o.O

Then we sit back, relax and gather in a room

Obviously, the one with the room is doomed!

And talk about the day gone-by

Lie there, contemplating our lives.

That’s the way we, here, roll

But let me tell you, not a park stroll!

Would never like to be anywhere else

But then, who does? Right friends!!?

Thank you people for giving your time,

This was about the wonderful “insti” days of mine

And it’s all for now, but I’ll be back for sure

With some more creations, pure!!   :D