A Day...A Day...

Goes out to the batch 2010-12 of IIFT. You rock!!!

Every morning a journey, exactly 3 hours long,
Starting with F5, Escape marking ends,
Blurring words, enticing, like a subliminal lullaby song,
Heavy eyelids, prolonged blinks, as head wobbles and bends.


A minute 5 madness, just rushing for suttas and teas,
Make it 6 and your presence denied, revoked,
Cold stare above gold rimmed glasses, says OUT!!NO seats,
Losing soldiers retreat to dhabas, their pangs of hunger evoked.


Hungry once more :), only Aloos to be found,
Crib, but piog*, hey the kid needs to eat,
Carbs mixed with sleep, kicking in, making a sound,
Dragging feet, bag balancing ye, to that denied seat.


Act reopens, tableau more or less same,
Intensity of emotion (sleep) constant, awake only when prodded,
All actors struggling but for few, wide awake, the zombies, insane,
Unable to think anymore, mortals hail the undead.


Little Calvin in us, elated as the clock fived,
Unaware of the perils that lie ahead,
Hands and legs tangled in position, chanting, he sighed,
By now disoriented , readys up for another needle in the head.


Big wigs dish out Gyan, on work, life et als,
Be prepared, stay ahead, it only get tougher from here,
A tad brain dead, a lot more sleepy, noddy still mulls,
Man, am I ever gonna sleep, get some food or a beer.


Day closes, actually begins once again, (Oh, such a pain)
With deadlines looming, precariously balanced, set to fall,
Aloos again in stomach, the carb junkie high on caffeine,
201,304 buzzing again, and with friends, order no more too tall.


It’s gonna be dawn again, falling on the window panes,
Let me catch a break, with both eyes closed, and a Floyd song,
For this is what I left it all, took all the pains,
A fast forward movie, my life here, but well, it is here I belong.


*Piog = Hog like a pig