I miss... Bangalore et al

Here I pen the slightly half baked toast,
To good times and friends I miss the most,
This is my lousy attempt at prose,
Believe me - it does not happen roz roz.


Met this ass on campus at L,
For spons together we travelled.
We were in the same committee,
On the way back, at CCD we had coffee.
Things were kinda luke warm there,
We never really pained each other threadbare.
At Bangalore, his bartending became the catalyst,
Courtesy him - fun times and me had regular trysts.
From "S throws up all over" party to chopsticks dance,
Time passed away like we were in a trance.
He is really good at being good but bad at mimes,
The F%^&*r is the "king of good times".


My account of bangalore is incomplete without this CA CS MBA,
He is Mr Moneybags, I cant even be his PA.
He pained me his "conquering the world" talk,
His love for Mukesh Ambani always made us balk.
He is lousy at Golf and wants to bring out the talent,
Believe me, 50 yards is the farthest he ever went.
All said and done, D is going to be a an industry doyen,
That time I will wish - I had not written this Poem.


Meet the man with multiple facets,
Livewire of all our parties, loverboy for all bimbettes.
To Sweater hatao he gave a new meaning,
After every party - he made us do a lot of cleaning.
He plays Golf well, He gave us the wheeeeeeee chair,
To him and Sanjay - I owe that night out in fresh bangalore air.
Study all you want - you have my dua,
You cancelled it and now owe me a trip to Goa.,


Those not mentioned - please dont be depressed,
I love you all and this post is still work in progress

cheers....