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High Spirited evening... A walk down the memory Lane!

It was a wonderful evening spent in the company of old friends. Well the spirits where high... blame it partly on the spirit escaping from the capped bottles, now bubbling in the ordinary glasses on the floor. Our walk through the memories of the past.... good old college days, was making us all nostalgic.

It was then I sat down and penned these words on high spirits. I need to thank my friends Java-Mahi and Civil-Charan who share the credit for the ideas and thank them for all the help provided.

Cheers to the Old Monk and Polish-Russian brain child Vodka... Which made the night memorable!

All we set out for in life

Was to walk on the edge of knife,

But then it was all destined

We all landed up chained in time.


We pursued life as an aimless game

Little did we realise it always had a name

But then it was all destined

We all landed up chained in time.


There were days we stayed awake on grass

Time seamed to move slowly in phase

Who the fuck realised it was dad who paid for the class

All that we bothered was the wiskey in the glass.

But then it was all destined

We all landed up chained in time.


Classes they all attended but we all bunked

We spent our days happily being drunk

There were times we all flunked

Our professors said we were all junked

But then it was all destined

We all landed up chained in time.

We all sat by the road waiting for the angels to walk by

Wish we could have held their hands and not be shy

Even though our pockets were on a high

The angels decided to simply fly by

But then it was all destined

We all landed up chained in time.


Those were the days we dangled a cigarette

But gone are those days we don’t regret

We wouldn’t have realised the pleasure of being broke

Had it not been those days of smoke

But then it was all destined

We all landed up chained in time.



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