Revelling the rides of Insanity...

I wake up early and wait for the bus,

I land in office with much ruckus.

I plug my laptop and make some sound,

My anxiety in the morn has no such bound.

I go out for a coffee with a friend,

Hope that the wait for my guide will soon end.

I come back to my desk and check my mails.

I look around and see only snails.

The voice in the office is on a rise,

With morning haggles and cell phone rings.

I stick to my routine of work and play,

Ma heart loathes the work; it always sings.

Marketing they say is so deep and vague,

To find a solution and then keep a gauge.

Google is god when secondary research comes,

And then my mind struggles across the river Somme.

I wait for the lunch as interns get together,

I will miss the talks and the slangs forever.

The times with Chandru I’ll never forget,

When I wash my hands and light a cigarette.

I look up to Sid for his gentleman-ship,

Dude, I promised you of my friendship.

Viraj seems to be in the warehouse,

Often I wonder: Is he relaxing in his house?

Yohan is the guy who talks like me,

I respect you man; you take it from me.

Manoj has always been dear to me,

No matter what others said, he will like me.

Akila is the girl with brains and mind,

I wished she was a little more kind.

A missy from pune is learning the skills of HR,

Hello darling: You should pick up a bit of PR.

The MI-CAn lass, Shravya is on cloud number 9,

I hope she wouldn’t mind if I take her for a wine!

I get drunk and stay in a high,

Sometimes I fly and then give a sigh.

I love this place, for my memoirs here,

And I believe that better moments are yet to come.

People would forget as the time passes by,

Memories would be buried; but not for some.

I ask to my core: Am I crazy or insane?

I am just a student, a little more humane.

(Dedicated to my fellow interns at ABG)