Amit Goes Blogging

(Read out to sporting seniors and colleagues in BMC on my farewell) Basking in the warmth of training, Sips of coffee, slow-paced learning, With two months to settle and learn, I imagined it’s all gonna be fun. I had finished Atrium Part 1 and begun Part 2; I faintly knew what I was getting into. I consoled myself, it's pointless to hurry into things; A caterpillar deserves time before it takes wings. Then a change happened --- teams were shuffled, Some bagged cozy picks, some had their feathers ruffled, That whole exercise, pulled me out of my burrow, Now, leads would freely my precious time borrow. Alas! Atrium part 2 is an unfinished tale; Within a month my bandwidth was put on sale; Of a sudden, to my lot fell addressing comments galore, And a list of SMEs, whose tantrums I calmly bore. Standing next to the SME’s seat, Flashing a smile that could disarm a beast, I prattled and probed and pleaded and

You will be gone,  Gone in the mortifying indifference,  Gone without requiting my love,  Gone, leaving violent memories.  I shall return too,  Return in the shame of disdain,  Return with dry sobs,  Return, carrying a dying twilight.  There you go with inglorious pride, I sneer my affection true,  And vow it'll never ever,  Pass from me hence.  Now the anger smoulders inside,  And anguish bursts in refrain:  Do it unto another,  Do it unto another.  Donning an armour of make-believe,  With the hidden sword of insult,  And, a quiver of sweet allurements, I am ready to avenge: Stage the old sentiment,  Trap the love victim,  And, with all might and main,  Thrust the indifference, the affront,  Deep, very deep!