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Plani! Plani! Plani!

By  Vivek Misra

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Credit: Eric Bellamy

White hot yellow sands

dance, myriad mirages green

peacocks strut, colour riots

tribes coded saffron

pink red orange

turbaned hardened warriors

gaze from grey eyes

at grey skies

 

rain of life

pitter-patter pitter-patter

mops grey-blue

lustfilled sun's heat

clouds burst, sheet the land

with water cool, life anew

smell of earth, anklets tinkle

and muddy feet

arouse passions...

 

chillums smoke

rings that dissipate

the smoker thinks

the thinker smokes

camels snort, spit

spittle tourists

high heels, and fair skin

vs. smouldering dark eyes

battle won, the mirrors reflect

on life outside

the red-orange veil...

 

cows the sentinels

of night-time bus-stand

asleep standing, and circling drunken

reveling boys, tested and sure

or unsure

no matter

tonight alcohol, decimates minds

while watchers watch

and smoke, their thoughts

chaotic....

 

a refrain floats

on chill air

and musky breath

"...a brilliant red barchetta,...."

floats away

air-guitaring, gesticulating

hop skip jumping

to samosas and tea

"aah ...giri!,

goldflake! thanda! moda!

chai!..."

5 am high....

Credit: CBS

The 1986-1990 MB Farewell Song

By  Anuradha Gupta (’86)

“1. Where do we begin,

To tell the story of how great a life it’s been

Of how the years have slipped by almost like a dream

Where do we start ?

(Love Story)

 

2. For so many years, we’ve lived a BITSian life

There’s been a lot of laccha and staying up till five -

Now we’ve gotto get used to not living next door to all of U !

We’ve lived thru many Comprees and lived thru mess food,

But on the whole BITS has been rather good,

Oh, we’ll never get used to not living next door to all of U.

(Living next door to Alice )

 

3. When we came in the summer of 1986,

Young and  full of life and bouncy too,

There was ever so much for us to do,

Now we wonder if it all was true,

All the Oasis halloo and all the Bhawan nites

And the many long hours in Sky,

All the trips in Connaught and all the milkshakes too,

We couldn’t forget even if we try !

(Summer of ‘69)

 

4. It’s been a hard four years,

And we’ve been slogging every day,

Now all that’s over,

And we’ll be going on our way.

 

But our memories will stay

And though we’re goin’ away,

We hope you will miss us too

(It’s been a hard day’s night)

 

5. All the groovy guys we’ve missed,

And all the pillows we’ve kissed,

All the Mills and Boons we shared,

All the secret we’ve bared

 

Now it’s all going to end

And , we don’t want to go,

Oh! We just don’t want to go.

All the plays and Acoustic Nites,

All the water fights,

All the birthdays and parties full of fun,

All the things we’ve done !

Now it’s all going to end

And we don’t want to go

Oh! We just don’t want to go

 

6. Girls, we’re all BITSians,

And that’s the way we’ll stay-

Girls, we’ll be BITSians,

Until our dying day …”

(Bachelor Boy)  

 


Goodbye to BITSian Days

Goodbye to BITSian days
By Anuradha Gupta


Endless cups of tea,
Between unending classes.
Yesterday was so fleeting,
How fast time passes.
Now it is all over -
The trips to C'naught.
The mornings in Sky.
I hadn't imagined -
How fast time would fly !
Is it choas to pursuit,
or crayons to perfumes ?
I sit and muse
About the lilting words,
Of a familiar song.
And my heart says, 'So long'.
Am I very happy or very sad ?
I can't decide.
Sometimes -
I'd rather curl up like a hedgehog.
In some corner of BITS and hide.
Madness in the wing,
The senti 4th year wing.
Images big and small,
So mad, so special...
A countdown away from a world,
Captured in a memory-
Time, why did you flit away,
In such a dashing hurry ?

Indomitable Spirit

By Anuradha Gupta


I feel like a rudderless boat -
As a jest life set me afloat;
But I love the thrill of the raging sea,
I love the storm, the feel of being free,
And if my ship be wrecked.
I will assemble, bit by bit -
With a million brilliant stars,
My skies will always be lit!

 

Crossroads

A nostalgic poem

By Sagarika Jaganathan

 

Life brings us to many crossroads
Lets us entwine our varied paths
With those we may never have met
Or known
Or cared for,
Ever before.


We all dance, scattered dances
Autumn leaves in the wind~
We sway gently, madly, to our own
Orchestrated tunes, notes...
The wind guides, but lets us go
When we reach the ordained spot
Destiny, the ubiquitous architect
Has designed with such care
So we may never know why or where...

And so we meet the friends
Who change our lives
In ways we can never fathom
And then, the wind blows...
The leaves disperse, yet again
Taking with them old memories
Dreaming new dreams...
And the wind prepares to let go, yet again
And the cycle goes on...

And then the wind blows
And Destiny designs
And our paths cross, yet again...

 

 

 

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