An Ode To SPARS

Now updating my blog after a long time,I'd go off at a score...So this one is truly dedicated to my four friends-Sups,Su,Basket and Aki..the gems of my treasure...Not having put much hard work into it..all I have to say is these are my true feelings overflowing and thus they got poured in the blog...Hope u guys like it..Bricks,bats and bouqets are welcome..This one's for "U" guys..!!

With butterflies in my stomach and the earsplitting noise of a pulsating heart..
Those jitters and uneasiness...perhaps it was almost a nervousness attack..
I took my first step towards the college and came a voice resounding back,
"Was this the place where you'd wanted to be?
Or you are trading off your desires to become the good girl of the family!!"


I tried hard,to focus on the voices of my heart..
But with my mind in reverie,I could do nothing but breathe easy..
Coz my faith in God was unmoved..
I was sure that my divine sanctions were due..


The wait wasn't long until the divine messengers descended..
Yes!These were the four angels I befriended..
Anticipating good times,with expectations soaring high..
And before I could even judge,they became the apple of my eye..


My inner conscience said I fitted into that place like a square peg in a round hole..
But as the magical wands blew,the college seemed heaven and we were on a Rock n Roll!!
The action had just begun,and SPARS as we were called, became a revelation..

While Sups's scooty was our favourite transport,Su's place was a perfect hideout..
Basket,the hairdresser was the head of our Planning Commission..
Aki,my kiddo with her mesmerising smile,never disappointed anyone..

If I say that the fun was ok,I must be a liar..
Because we got together like a house on fire..
The party at the terrace of E&C block or the horrible graphics prof throwing Sups and me out of the class..
And then our hiding behind the car or Basket beating everyone in 'Bahaanas' by far..

The classes were fab when a pug-faced Maths Prof threw light on his views...
Strange was his dedication and it left us confused..
We,the backbenchers,the most dedicated lot had other commitments to fulfil..
Making assignments with music playing on the phone,we were never at loss of zeal..


The Glamorous Chemistry Prof never got tired of teaching bomb calorimeter..
We slept while Sups and Su bunked his lectures..
Those 'pange' we got involved in unknowingly,those misunderstandings that crept in..
'Arrogant' and 'Egoistic' people thought we were,but we never really gave in..

And then there was an awakening call..when the third sem made a tick..
With our classes shuffled and each one of us trying to adjust in the new environs..
We didn't even even know how busy we got in ourselves..
But still when I sit back and relax,I think of those times..
When the devilish angels rejoiced and onlookers watched with a jaundiced eye..

With dreams gone haywire, there was little to be happy but as the magical wands blew, All Was Well...And now I say....AAL IZZ WELL!!! :) :)


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