Chunztenz

THE LAST NOTE :-
Its 20th april,
I instead of studying, started composing it up in my class while the lecture is goin on,
Today, the Last day my college years,
I thank Miranda house for transforming me into a fine lady,
From an innocent teenager who first entered this campus,
Now graduating filling her brain with all these feminist ideologies,
These 3 years completed, but memories replete.
Only a close step towards worlds sarcastic stairs n stares,
brand new and excited, simultaneously, tears in my eyes for;
these 3years passed with just a wink of time,
Entered as a fresh man,
With a fresh empty brain before 3yrs,
but now, walking out recalling the summaries of the story instead of learning the critically analysis of the backgrounds,
Miranda! Thee the place where instead I learnt,
what’s right and what’s wrong,
Learnt everything to make myself strong!!!
learnt it all… through my errors and falls,
Thee ”MY” college after all 🙂
……………….
“Perfection” is not what i speak of..
”neither of puffs, powder, patches, billet doux or bible”,
it’s love,…. …
you feel this feeling,
the one privileged, with a sense of belongingness when some one whispers “Miranda” in our ears,
…… Thy, the beautiful red walled campus in North Delhi University,
Where I Spent the most “AWESOMEsST” 3 years of my life,
Walking like a boss in Kamla Nagar with Pajamas,
making fun of those girls in girly attires,
Paying extra bucks to all the Rickshawalas,
Preferred road side vendor than all the expensive Cafe stops,
Enjoyed with the most aweesoomeestt friends,
mocking people who acts over pretty n over smart,
fagging and sometimes drunk acting strange and crazy,
never caring what ever other says,
laziness,reckle ssness always outplays studies and lectures,
sleeping in the class, or either surfing fb caring a damn about the subject being taught,
proudly back-benchers, but quietest when it comes to answer a question,
for moralities and ”dignities” i do not oppose,
Miranda, you taught me to spread my wings..
to not be absorbed by trivial things.
i learnt not just my books,
living on the edge, challenges & dire consequences… .
who the hell cares?????….
feeling proud for all those stupidity,
Teasing Nescafe cafeteria bhayajee for some extra ml of Frappe,
Loitering around college lawns, wanting to kick those “meat lover”kittys,
Who only runs after MEAT n pee on our bed,
Loitering the campus, bunking classes like a great deal,
entering late facing the ferocious glares,
but reality struck, and hits hard,
memories flashing right in front making me weep wet n red,
my heart’s defying,
wanna stay
but this the end…😞…
living life here was so damn easy,
damn I am so gonna miss these 3years, 😞
for some stories are hard to be told.
i contemplate..
surely,in a typical state and thank each moment spent in Miranda house,.
English department, no denying,you are the best.
I now here end my note with tears in my eyes, a pain on my chest,
I shall miss this batch,
I will miss this 2010-2013 MH Batch,
MIRANDA, I owe u lot!!!
Bon voyage!!!!!