Memories

I start with a wish to share my tale
Dont mind it,just skip it,if it gets too stale

Born in Ranchi, 11 years in Kolkata
I wish my hard disk were genuine Sata
Two glasses of milk and a pound of Atta
Everyday, is what describes my gatha.

I arrived at Mumbai in 1998
With a bag of clothes and an empty slate
I struggled to keep up with my opponents in debate
dont remember much of that at any rate.

So i continue my obsession to share my tale
Dont mind it, just skip it , if it gets too stale

The Boards were ok right uptil tenth
Till then i cud have gone to any length
To score over my peers and top them all
Proud, vain and walking tall.

But junior college was an experience new
Guys who could holler and girls who could mew
To be counted amongst the coolest, i offered in lieu
My ability and capability, my expectations due.

So in twelfth my academic record got screwed
Not iit, not nit, fuc*ing Priyadarshini dude
And my very personality, it got so lewd
In my anguish and grief, nerves stripped nude.

But in my defense, i made friends pretty soon
But each o' those bastar*s is more like a goon
I wonder sometimes whether they are a boon
Or a curse, a bitter potion offered in a spoon.

Three years down the line, i realize
I hate those who unnecessarily sympathize
Leave me be, I have ears and eyes
To judge them all, the earth and the skies.

U may think that I sound a bit too bitter
But my life right now is like a pile of litter
Still i enjoy each moment like a star cricketer
Most disagree, but i am a sharp hitter

I must stop writing and hereby conclude
But u shud know i love sleep and food
Frankly, i am out of rhymes that may be good
I think ill get back to doing what i should.

And thus i fulfil my wish to share my tale
Dont mind it, just skip it, if it gets too stale.

OOPS!!!TOO LATE NOW.

PS:-Stud still costs 40 bucks only