College wasn’t really a neon dream.
It came with its fair share of ranty, biased professors,
And young blood on a power trip, fuelled by ganja.
But on days like today,
When the weather is conspiring against the order,
And authority is breathing down my throat,
I miss those days when I could stare out the window,
In an Advertising Ethics class,
Turn around and say,
Please! Let’s just go!
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ReplyDeleteSuddenly miss that classroom.
now me also :(
ReplyDeleteonly, replace advertising ethics with ethics in journalism :)
I vote for a monsoon Pune trip.
ReplyDeleteGrow a pair and plan it.
Giriiiii!!.....a trip to Lavale shudn't be totally out of the question!!who would have thought...but that place somehow grew on all of us!!
ReplyDeletea class on advertising ethics? are you serious?
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