BE$T D@Y$ @T !CF@!

Time flies and when it does you want to hold it tight,
At times words cannot express the importance of moments you enjoyed,
Coz those moments are priceless to get you the Feel alive.

Those were the Best days of my life- the MBA at ICFAI,
Where I found friends of lifetime, with whom I can share and fight.

Where I learnt how to manage time,
Along with important fundas of Life.

Starting from a rented campus, shifting to our OWN ICFAI,
Brought us in a jungle with half built paths and stone piles.

But still we survived coz certain things You jes cannot avoid,
Those tough days of life taught us how to live with resources so light!!!!

Every semester brought us a new aim, we trying hard to attain,
Pressure of CGPA reduced semester by semester, till it vanished to give us only a formality to get it over.

We had it all from bunking classes to sit and chat,
To enjoy teasing each other for a guy/gal we even hate to look at.

Our campus life was different from others, with so many places to explore n to ponder,
‘Jungle mein mangal’ was the theme in initial days, with gossips all around about new couples and their plays.

At times more than a place it’s the association u make,
Those Addas, we found are still fresh in thoughts so plain.
Where bdays were more than fun, official names were jes meant for attendance,
Where comics n novels became more important than books to read,
Where you jes cannot resist to use words n symbols to express your anger n tease.

Where list of movies to watch grew week by week, sharing files at LAN became a routine,
Where passing comments on IP became a norm, hi-jacking other’s laptop was yet another form.

Where craving for good food like pizzas n puchkaas, got nurtured by the mess food so pale n Ghatiya,
Where White house came as rescue with pastries, cake n tea so ravishing so freshening n so absorbing,
Where Ammas of labour canteen shouted at us so tough, n we did not get a word she used, so rough.

Where our struggle for our future brought a turmoil, but finally placed timely due to our effective toil,
Where wait for the offer letters ended in time, n we now termed ourselves duly Employed.

Life never seemed so perfect, n so very tranquil,
When last sem exams n evaluations look so very formal.

When we were free to watch movies left right n centre, no one to bother n to torture.
When we planned our trips with no lecture posing a problem, as now it was all so very conventional.

These two years will be remembered as “one of the most beautiful picture on my life canvas’
Bringing all the colours of joy, sorrow, pain, love, friendship, struggle together in my memory’s compass.

We laughed we cried, we loved we fight, we shared we hide,
All those moments bring a feeling of being alive.
Sometimes we must be hurt in order to grow,
We must fall in love in order to know,
We must lose in order to gain,
We must remember the moments in order to cherish them again,
Simply because, lessons are best learned through pain.
This pain is different, pain of leaving things behind to know its importance in time.
To know its depth so sublime, To know its reach in our heart and mind.