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Plani! Plani! Plani! By
Vivek Misra
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!..." 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 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 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
By
Anuradha Gupta
Crossroads A nostalgic poem By Sagarika Jaganathan
Life brings us to many crossroads
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