SAYONARA BITS-PILANI


A poem describing 4 wonderful and defining years of my life, spent in a sleepy little village/town called Pilani.


Four years of immense pleasure,
Friends whom I shall always treasure,
Hardly any sweat, lots of leisure,
And Memories are all that remain.


Krishna 304: The first base,
All about adjusting to this beautiful place,
Everything pretty much fell in place,
Until the PC came, and so did “that pretty face”.


Pilani felt pretty much like paradise,
Extreme fire (51.5 C), and January ice (-2.4 C),
It all seems a bit too nice,
But memories are all that remain.


Vyas 294, the second stop,
Himalayan fall in CG, but no enthu drop,
Love, madness etc., all this seemed to prop,
In terms of fun, this period came out on top.


The four posts and the consequent load,
Vying for the attention of the babes on the C’not road,
Life was then in CS/FIFA/Wi-Fi mode,
And now, memories are all that remain.


PS-1@Hyd, work at Bharat Dynamics Limited,
Quite some work, but fun unlimited,
The memories of Hotel Swagath, Iyengar bakery,
Gokul chat, Abids, iMax, all shall remain.


Ram 248, the CDC year,
Atleast 5 tuts a week we had to bear,
MOSFETs and amplifiers had gone into top gear,
Enthu had given way to ghotting machines here.


Worries for the future had come calling,
There was always an air of classes and test-cracking,
The FIFA- league in these times was every bit enjoying,
These memories are all that remain.


PS-2@Chennai, a time for earning and learning,
Work@Cypress, followed by trains and 5E-induced sweating,
The memories of the brilliant CY-Chennai office,
And the time spent with family@home shall forever remain.


Bhagirath 265, the final checkpost,
This was the psenti-sem, of which we made the most,
The wing’s future well-set, despite the recessionary ghost.
To the finish line, it was now time to coast.


Unlimited downloads, onto my new 250 GB hard disk,
Jogged, played and cycled, never before did I feel so brisk,
Savoured each moment as the last, took not a single risk,
And these memories are all that remain.


An ode to all my wingies and friends who made the 4 years so special,
An ode to the profs and tut instructors, who bore with us through 4 years of laziness,non-attendance, brazen Ctrl C+V activity and shamelessness,
An ode to the BITS-LAN, without which there would have been no LAN FIFA (unimaginable) and DC++,
An ode to ANC, Foodking, C’not, sky and the RADIs, for giving us eateries doubling up as spots for time-wasting,
An ode to the beautiful campus, and the not-so-beautiful weather,
An ode to BITS, the name itself, which says it all.