Once a moment, now a memory...
Those were the days
when we attended college even on Sundays
Even though classes were like hell
we used to chill out till the end of the bell
We used to pass comments like a competition to a troll page
and when caught in the play we used to act better than those on the stage
During our gatherings at the staircase
we use to blabber as if it was a talking race.
Canteen was like our magical place
Channa bhatura, vada, samosa and lays!
We used to eat like we never ate before
we would talk, should and laugh like nomore.
There was no place better than the parking lot
to bring all the frustration out.
We believe in share and care
we are unbreakable, just beware.
Those were the days
when we attended college even on Sundays
Even though classes were like hell
we used to chill out till the end of the bell
We used to pass comments like a competition to a troll page
and when caught in the play we used to act better than those on the stage
During our gatherings at the staircase
we use to blabber as if it was a talking race.
Canteen was like our magical place
Channa bhatura, vada, samosa and lays!
We used to eat like we never ate before
we would talk, should and laugh like nomore.
There was no place better than the parking lot
to bring all the frustration out.
We believe in share and care
we are unbreakable, just beware.