It will be hard to forget
As I would remember you
As the arbit-movie-goer who smelt of cigarettes;
As the pink protagonist who had less Hemoglobin;
As the build expert who comes in a white space-suit;
As the TT rival who drools at Print Xpress employees;
As the PJ king whose histrionics at TT is most amusing;
As the bridegroom whose biggest secret is his marriage;
As the techie who would answer me yes, no and later yes;
As the Susan Boyle fan who is responsible for oil shortage;
As the investor who introduced me to Masala Dosa at MTR;
As the strategist who advised me to not always think straight;
As the musician who made me realize that I explore very less;
As the probable room-mate whose hair style was once a secret;
As the father who reminded how I once cared for my baby sister;
As the Eelam leader with whom I planned a movie but never went;
As the tensed woman who taught me the notes of Happy Birthday;
As the waste body who considers Italian food far better than Indian;
As the CompilerArchitect who discussed F# over a Saturday lunch;
As the accountant whose aim in life is to collect and spend Sodexho.
And each one of you for some special reasons.
These memories and a lot more shall be compressed and zipped.
And at times I shall open it and feel the ecstasy of having known
Such fine men and women.
