MY FORGETTER IS JUST GETTING STRONGER

(With due apologies to MY REMEMBERER IS BROKE by Author Unknown)

© 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖆

The textbook author’s name went poof,

Long after its content vaporized through the roof.

The graphs spilled on Scholars’ Ave,

That agnipath of the once truly brave.

Equations that jousted at mid-sem in a snap?

Completely vanished off the map.

Laplace and Fourier, gone on a break?

Permanently chilling near Chilka Lake.

My neurons? Fried. Out on long-term leave.

Hanging out at Chhedi’s, I believe.

Slurping Far East thukpa with smug delight,

Debating Waldies fare, skipping WhatsCrapp food fight.

I meet a face, ah yes, (I think) I know!

Was (s)he Archie, ME, Ghasi or Aero?

EE, CheE, CE, Geo?

Memory... is it the first thing to go?

We grinned and laughed, reliving the scenes,

Then whispered, “Bud, which Hall were you in?”

Hall ka tempo? Still high, my friend.

Even if our knees won’t bend.

Nehru, RP, Patel, Azad.

Lallu, RK, SN - all zindabad

Creak, leaky, fading yaad

All things considered, not half bad!

The LGBs swarm, still menace in Fall,

Legends whisper through every hall.

Quizzes, SpringFest, intellectual high,

Castles of dreams, no molehill of outrage, no hai hai

I have stowed my phone in a “safe place,”

Then, I searched all over, just in case.

Finally, I found it in the loo,

Classic. Currently, the 81Kgpian déjà vu.

At 3 a.m., I wake up to whee guess,

“Who the @#$% was that TSG Pres?”

By the time Sundar bhai finds the name,

I’ve forgotten why I came.

Yet when the moon by Scholars’ Ave glows,

A quiet pride within me grows.

For though our memory’s highly bent,

And our minds are... not as magnificent.

Here’s to us, the Kgp Eighty One,

Embrace the brainfog as the new endless fun!

We’ve lost some RAM, misplaced our CPUs,

But Kgp ka tempo, still tugs me, pulls you.

So shout with me, friends, once more.

Yes! We've been lost here before!