Books are shut, pens capped,
Yet as we zip, lot seems to be left back.
Memoirs we are tempted to catch.
The Mt.KC climbs at dawn,
rubbing red eyes between winks and yawns.
To queue up with the ‘ID’ leash, for the coveted lift seat.
Every 8.40 class was an attendance hazard,
soon Reporting and Broadcast became alarm clocks!
Yet Press Laws made up for all the loss,
as with curtains drawn, we could sleep galore.
or view the complimentary pigeon peep shows.
At 10.20 we were freed to be jailed back at 10.30,
and often skipped the ‘king-size’ meal.
The afternoons were a gruelling exercise,
IRJ, Internet and CI made our hands cry.
‘Copyrighted’ Niche became our saviour,
we took knowledge trips round the globe,
……….delayed by a few hours!!!
In NMM we only played, though
alas SCRIBE famished our brains!
Stacks of projects, beeline of dates,
‘The computer’ decided our fate!
Worries, extensions or fall outs,
Our ‘department’ was just a call away,
that’s why…..our Time Table remains a mystery till date.
As we ambitiously dreamt, you anchored our belief.
Every time we relinquished, you inspired us to take the leap.
The good and bad, highs and lows…..we shared it all on the 6th floor
Bidding final goodbyes as we step out to descend, we yearn to give the
entrance test for BMM!!!!!
-With lots of love
K.C. Journalism
2007
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