Approximately at 12 O Eight
We did put an end to the ‘Midnight Moment In College’ wait….
From A to B, till the professors in charge
Everyone played a part in the immobile ‘Chai Chai’ march….
When the buses arrived, silence came out of it’s dugout
Only to disappear again amidst the famous ‘Ganapati Bappa Morya’ shout….
The wheels began rolling down their way to Nashik
While we sang and danced over some all time favorite classics….
By 4 we reached our final stop
And left the block right at 7 o’clock….
For Mahindra&Mahindra and the other industries
It was surely one hell of a ride, with much fun and no miseries….
Next on board was something more crazy
It was the khandoba Tekadi where everyone posed for the paparazzi….
Back at our place, we waited for the customized dinner
What followed next is the one, I fear….
Should remain a secret. Yet I’d say
Hear it for one last time before burying them in your heart’s Bay….
Up the floor was the ‘No holds barred’ Dare game
Which included acts that one would term lame….
And the same was happening down the floor
Where everyone was busy screwing other’s snore….
By pillows, of course, that too under Pitbull’s rhythm
Even the siren’s noise couldn’t stop the mayhem….
Him or Her didn’t matter the most
For 5 it was when everyone forfeited to doze….
The morning came by
And went by in the same manner,bidding Goodbye….
By Noon, we were already at Sula Wines
For the first time at an entry spot, we had formed a straight line….
Amorous and lustrous it was, as expected
Even we followed the rule of ‘No Testing’, as said
But while leaving, the presence of bags in the empty hands
Spoke a different story, sailing across the Sula’s strands….
Finally the last page was scripted and stored in all possible memories
For when one Would recall them in near future, it will begin as Nashik Diaries….