With a harassed mind and an anxious step,
We climbed aboard the train, a nervous wreck.
But as we began to sit back and chill
We let ourselves cheer the thrill
That joyfully ran down our excited spine
In anticipation of the week ahead and the time
For we were on our way to a week of fun
Fun, cheer and sport in the sun!
With the name of our college on our back
And energy such, that we never hit the sack
Marched forth, we did, singing our songs
For that one brief week, together we belonged
The mornings began with Baba Viratkha’s yoga classes
And Miss Cosmo began to enload the masses
We linked our hands and screamed us hoarse
And cycled around, and let joy take its course
Then came the time to ready ourselves for the sports
In style, led Mastur and Tendulkar, with their peculiar pose
We battled our hearts out on the courts
We won some; we lost some, as the maxim goes
But so engrossed we were in cracking jokes
On Dhoklu and Dhannan, that the loss didn’t evoke,
The pain one normally thinks will come
For we were more concerned about what would become
Of the new-found romance between Sir and Bakasur
Or no.8 and no.19 of the team next door
So, all in all, Sunil and Sujoy’s work came to fruition
For the days retired with a lasting sense of elation
And so, in peaceful bliss, the week passed by,
And we alighted at Mumbai, with but a tiny sigh!
We climbed aboard the train, a nervous wreck.
But as we began to sit back and chill
We let ourselves cheer the thrill
That joyfully ran down our excited spine
In anticipation of the week ahead and the time
For we were on our way to a week of fun
Fun, cheer and sport in the sun!
With the name of our college on our back
And energy such, that we never hit the sack
Marched forth, we did, singing our songs
For that one brief week, together we belonged
The mornings began with Baba Viratkha’s yoga classes
And Miss Cosmo began to enload the masses
We linked our hands and screamed us hoarse
And cycled around, and let joy take its course
Then came the time to ready ourselves for the sports
In style, led Mastur and Tendulkar, with their peculiar pose
We battled our hearts out on the courts
We won some; we lost some, as the maxim goes
But so engrossed we were in cracking jokes
On Dhoklu and Dhannan, that the loss didn’t evoke,
The pain one normally thinks will come
For we were more concerned about what would become
Of the new-found romance between Sir and Bakasur
Or no.8 and no.19 of the team next door
So, all in all, Sunil and Sujoy’s work came to fruition
For the days retired with a lasting sense of elation
And so, in peaceful bliss, the week passed by,
And we alighted at Mumbai, with but a tiny sigh!
