Part I
The clarion call was loud and clear,
the effort made was not in vain;
It was answered by many from far and near,
as they boarded the memory train.
They heeded the call, came one and all,
DK boses’ there were, one or two;
Their’s was the loss, for dropping the ball,
so, lets forgive those unlucky few.
Seats we had, but we stood at the door,
this journey was for old times sake;
Vikas’ alu puri had us craving for more,
and Moya was the cherry on the cake.
No indian team, even in their dreams,
have ever been received so well;
As stacatto thrums, of tribal drums,
welcomed the group to the hotel.
Garlands of marigold greeted the throng,
accompanied by a lively beat;
excited some of us joined along,
and there was dancing in the streets.
The lobby was full with man and load,
Yet, rooms were assigned pretty fast;
But in boarding bus for the 10th mile road,
Unsurprisingly, AJ came in last.
10th Mile was great as great can be,
the men lazed around as they may;
our pretty womenfolk, adorned the green,
and the flowers had competition that day!
There was beer on tap, and bottle too,
ashish was up to his tricks;
as others mixed drinks with trips to the loo,
his camera cornered the chicks.
The trip to the dam, was an eventful one,
with singing and shouting on the van;
the tea was good, the walk was fun,
The photographer was given the can.
Jaya’s selfie stick, didn’t quite do the trick,
ashish lost a lens in between;
but dozens of photos and snaps were clicked,
and Sandy was the selfie queen.
Part II
The evenings theme was black, what a sight,
as everyone came dressed to kill;
the warmth came not from the fire that night,
but from the girls who were hot as hell!
Bhanu with his pods, was always at odds,
with the music being played at the time;
lost in his world, he lonesome twriled,
as the others found partners in crime.
Tomal the great, stood up to state,
that baskin robbins was his need;
Midnight then, was a tad bit late,
and Vivek was well and truly treed.
Booze and beer, with valley of the deer,
Were poured down the hatch by the ton;
every hand held a drink, every eye a wink,
even non-smokers flashed cigs for fun.
Alok and Anil were everywhere,
as were their legs and hands;
and many a pic taken there,
needs censorship as it stands.
As unsteady feet, struggled to meet ,
the demands of the giddy heads;
The fun that started with meet and greet,
had the risk of leading to beds.
The singer sang some wholesome hits,
a few with the mic tried their luck;
Yet others in the group were bored to bits,
and hoping for a chance to f… talk.
Paro and Sharmy took over the mike,
must admit they sang quite well;
Debo and Debu while sounding alike,
commenced their howling to hell.
Shiju’s dress was the star of the night,
and Pratibha’s ability to drink;
Manjit did bhangra to Amrik’s delight,
who gleefully danced in sync.
By and by the night gave way,
and the team gathered at the dawn;
the jublee jog was the start to the day,
as the sun heralded the morn.
Part III
Next as planned, by Vivek “the man”,
down the memory lane we went;
Visualise now, the place if you can,
Where our childhoods had been spent.
We turned the clock, to the good old days,
and we left our years at the gate;
We walked through the school and its hallways,
Almost in a childlike state.
We met the teachers and sat in a class,
We sang the anthem out loud;
we went to the hall and the field enmasse,
I daresay we all felt proud.
The vendors in wait, outside the school gates,
displayed their wares on the street;
Preetha and Vanita along with their mates,
pigged out on the sinful treats.
Christmas bash was at Anil’s place,
Time for more fun and games;
More dancing, more booze, till red in the face,
we all gave each other names.
Shiju and Sandy with solo numbers,
held the entire group in their thrall;
Rosh’s dance with tomal that night,
was appreciated by one and all.
Moni with her infectious laugh was there,
As was Seema with her graceful ways;
Amita looking like a kid, as it were,
didn’t stay for the full two days.
Few of the group were the silent kind,
Shubrah the teacher was one such;
Subhash and Asha too did not mind,
letting other do the talking, much.
Honourable mention needs to be made,
of the things that mandal did;
While most of the group had considerably aged,
he looked and behaved like a kid.
Vishal and Abhi like stalwarts two,
bookended the group with thier size;
they ate, drank, danced more than me and you,
After all they were XXXXL guys.
Niks brought a twist to the festive night,
with a santa who was bursting at the seams;
The gifts were a way to express her thanks,
for the efforts of the organising team.
Two nights and days, went away in a flash,
Oh we wish we could live them again;
From cloud nine we came down with a crash,
but those wonderful memories remain.
All said and done, the games and fun,
planning them was no easy feat;
Lets all raise a toast, to the terrific ones,
who organised this marvelous meet.
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