He thinks back to his days at college, To Shit, to C-mid friends, to nights When the pursuit of grades and knowledge Foundered in beery jokes and fights. Convocation! Brooke Bond's ISD Lures to ambition's ulcer alley MBAs with siren screams Of power and wealth beyond their dreams Ejects the lax, and drives the driven, Burning their candles at both ends. Thus files take precedence over friends, Labour is lauded, leisure riven. Churu kneels bareheaded and unshod Before the Chip, a jealous God.
With apologies to Vikram Seth