Orientation : 08th of August, 2006.
Wo humari Orientation ka din,
Laga ki ye kaha aagaye hai hum.
Sab lage the hume patane,
hume kya pata tha ye hume yaha par laaye hai fasane.
Jaane kitne kiye the waade sabne us din,
Gundu, TPO, MCA faculty , par hume kya tha maalum ki ye yaha ke hai mehmaan sirf kuch din.
Chalo raat gayi so baat gayi, fir nayi subah aaegi
naye naye rang laaegi, hum sab naachenge, hilenge dulenge aur geet gaaenge.
Ragging Days :
Aaya College jaane ka pehla din,fir wahi attendance,
fir wahi guru ji ki chick chick baaji.
Sab teacher kehte, lecture to attend karlo praji.
Par ghus aaye us din humari class main kuch seniors log,
tha unpar ragging karne ka rog.
Bana diya tha ladko aur ladkiyo ko majnu laila,
Humne bhi kaha ragging ke mamle main hai ye batch thakela.
Fir aayi raaging dene ki humari baari,
Saare senior bole, maibaap hume chod do, badle main lelo aap ragging hamari.
Din guzre, weekend guzre, hum sab lage the doston ki talaash main,
koi group banaenge, saath main chinese khaane jaaenge.
Our Freshers Party : Ye humne li hai
Saare seniors ne daaru chadhayi thi ek din,wo thi humari freshers welcome,
par mind you hum us time sharif the ek dum.
Hue the drame bahut us din,
fashion show and truth or dare,
par hum sab main tha itna flare ki chipka diye humne do teen baasi aur purane sher.
Khub saara khana dekhkar aaya tha mere face par 44,000 Volt ka Glow
But mind bole, dude do not diversiy from the flow.
Mil gaya Madam Garima aur Sir Prerit ko us din mr aur miss fresher ka khitab,
Fir jo hui shuru ek nayi kahani, main kya bataaauuuu, khud hi sun lo garima se janab.
Us din Hone lagi thi beech floor par ladai,
shukar hai humne naan khakar chup chaap dum dabai.
Padhai aur musibato ke din :
Pahuche hum college ek baarish ke din, dekha hamare super seniors baithe hai dharne par,
MCA dept. bola Strike Strike, **** Murdabad, **** Hai Hai, Hume laga ki we should also join them.
Lagi satane hume placements ki tension, sab kehne lage "arrey yaar humare time main aate aate sab theek ho jaana hai".
Roz ke wahi lafde, roz wahi mass bunk,
roz canteen main gundi apne BF ko bole "Get Lost, You Punk".
Roz wahi chatni aur samose, chowmein, thumbsup, rajma chawal, in short canteen ki daawat,
hume kya pata tha ki aane waali hai hamari shamat.
teachers ka juniors ko dhamki dena its your choice, what you want to pick.
Par hum thehre over optimistic hume kya pata tha, ki hamara college believes in spoil the child and spare the stick.
Khair din guzre weekend guzre hamare doston ki talash hui over, dost bane bichade, group chute, group bane,
nahi bana tha ek gang, bana dala humne sirf chand lamho main ek aisa jod, kisi ke baap ko bhi le aao, koi nahi paega ise tod.
"Us jod ka naam tha V8."
Little about our beloved teachers :
Maine socha, sab masti majak ho raha hai is poem main,
kuch to likha jaae teachers ke samman main.
Jub teachers ka naam aata hai dimaag ke andar,
They humare 1st year main do pyare pyare bandar,
Ek bichara tha thoda kala(gundappa swami) aur ek tha SONY HIFI System ka Woofer(Garg Sir).
Gundu swami tha hamara Department ka Head.
Jub shuru hota tha uska boring lecture,
All I would want is one sweet warm bed.
Kehta tha hume ki aap apni knowledge badaiye,
Bahane bahane se Khelta tha hamare saath game "Aap Aaiye".
Hume wo bulata tha bhin bhin naamo se, kabhi gupta ji, kabhi srivastav ji,
HUme kya pata tha ki ek din hume unhe bolna padega, tussi jaa rahe ho ji.
Woofer sir ke baare main kya bolu,
Unki main kya kya polen kholu.
Kitna khoon badhaya hai unho ne hamara,
Jub karte the wo jumping jack ka ishara.
Karte the wo hmmmmmm-hmmmmmm
To hamara dil bole boom boom.
Oye Woofer we are going to miss you.
Exams ke din :
Aaye humare exams, lagne lage hum karne group study,
Bus ek dusre ko bolte firte the, oye kuch to pada de buddy.
Kabhi kiske kabhi kiske ghar par,
wo kitaabo ka bistar,
wo notes ki chaadar,
wo photocopy ki ladai,
in sab ke beech main kaun kisko pada paaega mere bhai.
Group study karne ke bahane jaana kabhi kisi ke ghar,
wo raatein,
wo padte padte chale jaana light ka,
wo masti maza deepak kumar srivastav ki fight ka(yaad hai deepak).
wo sharing basis par ek bistar,
ulta na socho yaar ye hai exam fever.
Arrival of New Batch & New Problems :
Aaya naya batch hamare college main, hume laga ki bichare hai kitne masuum,
Fir wahi waade, fir wahi naate, hume maalum tha orientation ke baad hum kholenge pol boom boom.
Freshers party : Humne Di thi
Badi ladai aur jhagde ke baad, hui Juniors ki freshers welcome.
Fir wahi naachna, fir wahi gaana,
wo deepak kumar srivastav ka beedi jalaile par nachna.
Wo hamari decoration, wo hamara arrangement.
Wo Puneet, garima aur pulkit ka spontaneous encouragement.
Wo Aneja sir ka bhangra paana,
wo gaurav sir ka twist lagana.
Wo Miheer pansare ka surprise dance,
mujhe bhi mila mic par bolne ka ek chance.
Wo goofy ka matakna,
Wo meggi bui ka chick chick marna.
Wo Pallavi ka hamesha mobile chupana.(sabko maalum hai kyu)
Us din bhi laga tha mujhe 44,000 Volt ka jhatka,
Fir dimaag bola, eee maaru kya ek fatka.
Tha wo din bada yaadgaar,
Fir aaega wahi din aur wahi bahar.
Nayi nayi museebat aati thi hamare sar par,
Kabhi TPO to kabhi teacher bhaag jaate the college chod kar.
Hum karte the director se fiddle,
kyunki Reh jaata tha Hamara course in middle.
Aati thi hum par books aur notes ki baad,
Par hamare paas tha har cheez ka jugaad.
Lagate important questions ka guess,
all this usually landed us in a big mess.
Aate the bahar exam center se,
Karte the poora paper par bolte the "main to fail, main to fail",
Result aane par pata lagta tha kaun hai sachin tendulkar aur kaun david gayle.
Vaise hote the hum sab pass,
fir bhi rehti thi numberon ki aas.
Ladte the teachron se, bolte the do hume 30ees main se 32tis,
teacher hote the hamare lallu, de dete the hume 30 main se 35tis.
Wo teacheron se har baat par ladna,
wo Director ka hum par chadna.
Aneja sir ka tha hum par haath,
laga rakhi thi humne poore college ki waat.
Khatam hui ye 2nd year ki story,
On a bad note but a little glory.
3rd Year :
Hua start hamara 3rd year,
hota tha hume placements ka fear.
Hone lagi v8 main kaafi ladai,
par dil bola ek din sab theek hoga mere bhai.
Hua ek din sab fine.
saari birthdates nikli prime(sochna mat, yaha aur koi line fit nahi ho rahi thi)
Jugaad lagakar ban gaya hamara ek trip,
kar diya humne apni saari tensions ko skip.
Wo raste ke singhare,
wo jain ke pakore,
wo haridwar ki ganga,
Mind it, dont take panga.(fir mat sochna)
Bhagte daudte pahuche hum rishikesh,
aisa laga ki duniya is in another vesh.
Wo choti waale ka khana,
aur tissue paper paani ki tarah bahana.
Wo bonfire ka mazaa,
Wo navratron main khud ko kosna,
Wo garam garam khana remo ke haatho se parosna.
Wo raat ka andhera aur sannata,
Shukar hai deepak harkato ki wajah se pada nahi use chaata.
Wo mausum ki garmi,
Wo ret ki narmi,
Wo paani ki thandak,
Mann kar raha tha ki jaae hum wahi atak.
Wo trekking ki masti,
Wo rafting ka darr,
Wo Ganga se panga,
Wo vapsi ki mayusi,
But in all this we enjoyed sayin 'resam kiri, resam kiri'.
Aaye hum ghar,
dekhe humne videos,
dekhi humne photoyen,
Lag raha tha ki kab aaenge wapas ye pal, kal ya parso.
Phir wahi padhai, fir wahi tension
nahi mili thi naukri, bhaag gayi thi chokri,
In sab ke beech main market ho gayi thi fukri.
Fir kya, hua hamara ye safar khatam,
aur alag hue hum.
Par milte rahenge yaaran,
Believe in Happy ending and 10 baharan.
