Ode to an Editor

It is kind of funny that I regret
Ever saying yes to be on the editorial team
Of my college magazine called,' The WALL'!
For never in my wildest dreams
Would I have seen this side of my editor
A pushy vexing boss unlike he seems
From the minute I said the dratted 'yes'
He's been breathing down my neck
To write in my articles oh so fast
So that, he has time to them check!!
Now like that is not insult enough
I have to put up with him and his 'ideas'
And interview people just too many
Asking if they like us being just us!
Now come on, who in their right mind
Would say no when 'I' ask that question!
So the whole point of that ordeal is lost
Another reason for me to go bash him
Oh but I chose to be dignified about it all
And just lament to the whole world
Through his pride called the WALL
And thus, to you, it now unfurls!

Bang-hicc-lore! yeah!

I don't know what it is that made me go
So tizzy, the lack of food, sleep or too much alcohol
But I'm still reeling in the effects of this
One place called Bengaluru to which
I dedicate this valiant attempt to write
In the shadows of Mr. Dham who cried!
Now THAT I know, for sure, was caused
By too much alcohol and Jeet's bawl
And then Rusheel jumped into the fray
Afraid to be left out and sent off astray
With a mighty sigh and a boiling brain
Ateet and I set off to them restrain
And the next night I had my moment of high
In none but Ateet's arms, oh lord why?!
And interspersed in these bouts of joy
Came the learning tracts at ISRO ahoy!
And obviously we had each portfolios a many
None that shall sell for over a penny
But the one thing that sealed the mirth
Were the train rides both back and forth
With those sleepless nights of playing games
Mafia and cards and those bloody charades
Catching the sunrise from the moving beast
And the countless theplas, oh what a feast!
Then with broken backs and voices sore
We alighted at Dadar to groans galore
But with a happy smile and memories a many
To lighten our lives on a rainy day any!