G.M.C.S. Redefined!!!
We were raw and we were new,
There were friends but very few.
Time was right and we all tight,
Fears would go and friends would come in, so might.
Introductions were done in Prof. Cyrus’ class,
Many people dozed after lunch so fast.
Anjali ma’m was perfectly adored,
There were a few lectures we all got so bored.
Garima ma’m is a perfectionist,
When we made a fuss, she got pissed.
Management styles we were taught,
Discussions were made how in offices we fought.
Communication skills did lack,
There were a bunch of few who could speak and smack.
Talents knew no bounds,
Some sang, some drew, some played as if it was their ground.
Lessons of life were taught, and value teaching was done,
Lunch time was awaited; all we had lots of food and also fun.
Projects were planned and management games were played,
If it was taboo, what everyone did was stay!
Tea breaks were taken when we woke up,
Few people were inseparable like the saucer and the cup.
We got bored wearing the formals,
So now we thought of being not so normal.
Days were celebrated and pictures were clicked,
While playing dog and the bone each one of us did slip.
Carters was popular and timepass was done,
We played games, and all around what we did was run.
Long gone were those days, when people were new,
Now we all have a relation as drop and dew.
We all do the high five and Friendship is soaring high,
We all are set in a bond like the Sun and the sky.
